The rain of the day is the rain of dreams. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

How pleasant would it be to fall asleep to the sound of the rain?

Oiran sang and danced for Mei Lang last night, and did not fall asleep in the ship until it was almost dawn.

The maid of the Oiran also did not sleep all night, and was abducted by the plum boatman to the middle of the lake, drank wine, and got a lot of snacks.

At this moment, the rain is coming.

is different from the tactfulness of the morning rain, and it is more dripping.

Filigree rain hid in a small warehouse.

When it rains, she likes to leave the window open and let in every drop of rain.

Anyway, the boat is not afraid of water, and it is not afraid of rain breaking the cabin.

The shoes are wet, and there is even more reason to take them off.

I found a blanket and put it diagonally over my body, and the filigree rain fell asleep.

I didn't sleep until I heard the lonely sound of a pipa in my ears.

It is the most popular poppy of the young lady.

Yes, there is only Miss Oiran left, no wonder the piano is lonely.

Rubbing his eyes, looking out of the warehouse, there is a bright moon reflecting the lake scene.

I slept for a day, and the rain stopped.

Pinning his shoes to his waist, Filigree Rain walked barefoot to the stern of the boat.

He was wiping the rails of the boat, and when he saw the filigree rain approaching, he smiled softly.

"You're finally awake. ”

How does he know I've been sleeping?

Did you see my sleeping appearance through the window?

Turning his head, he touched the corners of his mouth, and there was no saliva.

Wipe your eyes, and there is no filth.

Finally, I didn't lose my dignity.

When he turned around, he put down the work in his hand, wiped his hands, and looked at the filigree rain: "There is a vinegar fish in West Lake tonight." ”

Filigree Rain also smiled.

There are many benefits of being an Oiran maid, one of which is that she does not have a short mouth.

The plum boatman invited the filigree rain to the boat again.

There is an extra copywriter in the center of the boat.

In addition to the West Lake vinegar fish, there are other fresh and elegant side dishes, a pot of tea.

Filigree Rain sat down obliquely, and the plum boatman shook the pulp.

"Don't go too far from the flower boat, once Miss calls me, ......"

He swung the boat farther and farther away, and the filigree rain was a little anxious.

"Listen to the pipa reflecting the moon and enjoy the vinegar fish in the West Lake. ”

He finally stopped his pulp and comforted Siyu softly: "As long as the pipa music doesn't stop, Miss won't have time to take care of you." ”

Well, the garden has collected the money for the flower boat, and the young lady should make people happy.

Miss and Mei Lang are playing the piano and singing.

Siyu and the boatman, eat some vinegar fish in West Lake.

Accustomed to waiting for people, Siyu filled the boatman with vegetables, and the boatman poured fragrant tea for Siyu.

The cook's craftsmanship is very good, and the vinegar fish is not salted, which is an exquisite method.

Tonight's tea is also extraordinarily fragrant, sweetly moisturizing the moonlight.

Filigree Rain turned sideways, sat close to the side of the boat, and soaked her little feet in the lake.

The autumn moon runs the West Lake, reflecting her heavenly feet like white jade.

For a moment, the plum boatman was a little stunned.

He gave me snacks and invited me to dinner, was that for that the reason?

"Men, whether they are rich or not, high or low, are they all so squinting?"

The face of the filigree rain is a little red.

Working as a maid for Oiran in a brothel, she must learn how to deal with all kinds of men, otherwise how to be alone?

Mei Chuanfu's face was also a little red, and he was asked by the filigree rain.

Listen to the pipa swinging autumn waves from afar, and enjoy half of the moon closely.

This question was really useful, but the plum boatman couldn't answer, smiled quietly, and poured tea for the filigree rain.

Yo, he's pretty honest, not at all like his master, but Mei Lang can handle the four Oiran.

He took the tea with his oblique hand and held it in his hand, and the filigree rain looked at the flower boat.

On the surface of the West Lake, the flower boats are unique, almost reflecting half of the sky.

Alas, Mei Lang is really rich and can buy a West Lake as a garden.

"Boatman Mei, if you are rich, what are you going to do?"

Silk Rain doesn't like to be noisy, but when she's with Mei Chuanfu, she doesn't want to be so quiet.

Maybe she was afraid that after Mei Lang ransomed the young lady, she would no longer be able to enjoy the stern of the flower boat alone.

"I'm destined to be a beggar, and I won't have money. ”

He smiled handsomely and answered lightly.

"Silk Rain, if you have money, what do you want to do?"

Really, when he laughs, it's really good-looking.

"Open a brothel and specialize in women's business. Filigree Yu smiled stupidly, and raised her eyebrows at Mei Chuanfu: "You come to me, I will hold you as an oiran." ”

The plum boatman blushed, and the silk rain smiled so happily.

The laughter rippled in the sky and the moon, and he was not afraid of being said to be presumptuous.

He was a boatman and a man, and he must have known that Miss and I were from a brothel.

Laughing enough, drinking half a cup of tea, his feet hitting the lake alternately, the filigree rain no longer teased him, and gently said the bottom of his heart.

"If I really have money, I want to open a bookstore. ”

Library?

Very unexpected answer.

"Are you literate?"

The plum boatman asked softly.

"The horizontal pole is one. Hua Siyu smiled and sighed softly: "That's all." ”

If you can't read, why do you want to open a library?

Boatman Mei didn't understand and didn't continue to ask.

The sound of the pipa faded, perhaps Mei Lang had heard enough of the tune.

Filigree Yu leaned down, paddled with his hands, and urged the boatman with a smile: "Our master may be going to call us, you can row faster." ”

Maids, servants, but this is the kind of fate, to live by people's faces.

On the flower boat, the plum boatman went to the shipyard, and the filigree rain waited at the stern.

When he returned, he brought some futon and carpets.

"The host and the lady did not command. ”

After laying out the futon, the plum boatman chuckled: "You like the stern, you can sleep here." ”

Really?

Got into the quilt and covered it with a blanket, and the filigree rain was a little happy: "It's the first time I've been lying on the lake, counting the stars and sleeping." ”

He lowered his head and smiled, because he was a little happy with the filigree rain.

"Boatman Mei, you won't take advantage of me while I'm sleeping, will you?"

Without replying to her question, the boatman got off the boat, swung the boat far away, and picked up a night light for the filigree rain to see.

The night light is far away, and he is under the light.

Although he is a servant, he is also a gentleman.

Filigree rain forgot to count the stars, looked at the night light, and fell into a sweet dream.

The moon is bright on the boat, and the boat is lonely.

There were still leftovers on the copy, and the plum boatman took out a pot of wine and poured two glasses.

One cup in hand, one cup against the case.

An elegant sentence: "Since my friend is here, please have a drink under the moon." ”

A gentle breeze and sparkling waves.

Opposite the plum boatman, sat a middle-aged man in his thirties.

He was dressed in a white robe and had a lazy face.

Obviously raunchy, but his light smile was enough to make the moonlight tarnished.

Raise your hand to drink, open your mouth to eat.

The white-robed man was not polite with the plum boatman, and sold obediently while eating: "I have heard the vinegar fish of the West Lake for a long time, and I am alone in the world, although I have never tasted it, but this half of the remnant fish of the West Lake is enough to satisfy my hunger." ”

Drinking a glass of wine with him, Mei Chuanfu was humble and polite: "What my friend said is very true, it is a small but inconsiderate hospitality, and I am ashamed to treat my friend for two consecutive nights and travel to the West Lake in the moon." ”

The plum boatman is so patient, he knew that the white robe came last night, and he didn't say it until tonight.

The master doesn't have to play the meditation machine, the white robe drank enough wine, and said directly: "How can a person be a beggar if he has money that he can't spend in eight lifetimes?"

The problem is difficult to say, and simple to say.

The boatman took out a knife from his bosom, cut off a corner of the table, and made three or two strokes to make three dice.

Pushing the dice under the eyes of the white robe, this is the answer he wants.

"That's right. The white robe nodded: "Only by gambling can you lose everything overnight and make the rich beggars." ”