Ximen County is bigger than Mo Xiaohe imagined.

It was so big that Mo Xiaohe couldn't figure out the direction.

There is Qingmen Street, there are alleys and alleys, this high-rise building can't see the roof, that building can't find a way, the street is full of short skirts fluttering, ponytails and wagging rouge and enchanting, perfume can make people smell nose hair, bare breasts and shoulders, and there are aunts who can scold the street with baskets...... There was a lot of traffic everywhere.

Ah Cai is used to it, and Mo Xiaohe was calm and didn't react.

Zhang Ze's fat man is different, he is as happy as a bird, he has to touch and look at it wherever he goes, listen to it and smell it, and then make a fuss.

On the day Mo Xiaohe set off, Zhang Ze turned out to be hiding from Aunt Chen, and he squatted halfway early, and secretly carried his father's big knife, like a robber squatting on the two of them.

Newborn calves are really not afraid of tigers, and Zhang is not afraid of big cities.

People on the street are all neatly dressed, but Zhang Ze is shirtless, wearing shorts that show his thighs, pedaling flip-flops, holding a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his trouser pockets, his shoulders are holding his neck up, his head is high, and his fat chin is also high.

Zhang who was like this was slapped on the head by Mo Xiaohe a few times before he relented a little...... Of course, Mo Xiaohe slapped the cool and handsome Zhang Ze not because he was afraid of things, nor because he was ashamed to be like a turtle in this city, but because Mo Xiaohe didn't want Zhang Ze to delay his business.

Mo Xiaohe entered Ximen County to find something to do to support himself.

Ah Cai took the two of them to buy some beautiful clothes and shoes, and touched their hair and face, Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze, who were already tall, looked very energetic as soon as they were neatly cared for.

Especially Mo Xiaohe, because of his handsome appearance, everywhere he passed, some Huaichun girls secretly glanced at him, and even the women who had families could not praise a beautiful man. If it weren't for Mo Xiaohe's side, a ruffian and invincible Zhang Ze who seemed to raise his foot and kick people if he didn't agree with him, I'm afraid some bold women would have to hug him.

Ah Cai has a godfather surnamed Qian, named Qian Yan, who opened a big restaurant in Ximen County, called the Qian Restaurant, and under the introduction of Ah Cai, Mo Xiaohe became a shopkeeper in it.

As for Ah Cai, he ran to the county to mess around, Zhang Ze urinated since he was a child, not the material for work, and followed Ah Cai around all day long, Mo Xiaohe didn't pay attention to him, as a cannibal son who never worries about eating and drinking, Zhang Ze estimated that he would leave after spending the money he stole from Aunt Chen.

The business of the rich restaurant is very good, it is open day and night to pick up customers, and it is always full.

Mo Xiaohe has been busy all day long, and he will only be idle in the evening, because at this time, a girl in the store with a gauze scarf will hold the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, scratch her head in the lobby of the restaurant, dance a while, or stroke the qin.

At this time, some literati and artists wearing long robes and eyes, rich sons with foolish demeanor on their waists, and idle immortals and wild visitors will gather in the lobby of the restaurant, drinking, chatting, teasing girls, or talking and selling articles...... Mo Xiaohe can also be busy.

However, Mo Xiaohe couldn't understand why these people in the city were so fuss-free, and why they had never seen the world.

Sometimes some literati and writers take out some words written by themselves, or some young ladies take out their own embroidery, and the embroidery of the words written is far worse than that of his sister Mo Xiaoyan, and even far worse than Mo Xiaohe...... But the guests will applaud, and they will show off a bunch of words such as masterpieces, civil and military spirit, ingenious craftsmanship and so on.

What's even more ridiculous is that some characters and embroideries will be auctioned in the restaurant, and they will be sold for 1,000 taels of silver for some reason, which is more than the savings of Mo Xiaohe's sisters and brothers for more than ten years...... Mo Xiaohe sometimes wonders, if he looks like this, then if he moves his sister's embroidery and writing here to sell, he will become rich in no minutes?

There is also a young lady in the restaurant, named Xiaoyun, and the guests will cheer every time they come out...... In Mo Xiaohe's opinion, it may be because this Xiaoyun wears the least clothes, has the most exposed breasts, thighs and stomach, and twists his buttocks the most when dancing.

Of course, as a hillbilly from a small village in half a year, Mo Xiaohe thinks that Xiaoyun's pipa is quite fresh, it sounds good, and it is more pleasant.

But Mo Xiaohe still didn't understand, this young lady named Xiaoyun sometimes played the pipa low and high, babbling, it was very uncomfortable to listen to, and she cried when she played Xiaoyun, and those fool-like guests also cried.

No, tonight, the rich restaurant that sang and danced again entered the silent depression, and all of them sat in silence, as if they were holding a solemn funeral.

Because Xiaoyun played the piano again, and cried again.

"The sound of the pipa is low and melodious, soothing and tactful, which perfectly expresses the composer's own story, perfectly reflects the outstanding skills of the piano player, as well as the deep understanding and deep feelings of the piano artist, and perfectly arouses the infinite thoughts and sentimentality of the piano appreciators!"

"Admire, admire!"

The next thing was the bearded man talking.

This bearded man is called Mr. Bao, maybe it is Mr. Bao mentioned by Zhang Laosan and Lao Shrimp a few days ago.

He came almost every night, and he looked like a man in his early forties, and every time he wore a neat gown and a pair of glasses, and walked very straight, his hands naturally drooping and swaying neatly, and his eyes were level, and he looked suave.

When listening to the piano, Mr. Bao will close his eyes, hook his legs with both hands, and his body will be half tilted, and his ears will face the direction of Xiaoyun's playing...... Listening to Mr. Bao, he shook his head, nodded his head, frowned, and stretched his brows.

It's as if you're stuck in some kind of painful memory.

After listening to the piano, Mr. Bao will slowly take off his eyes, brush his hair, squint at the guests and start to comment...... Every time I use words like perfect, powerful, amazing, otherworldly, and elegant, in short, in Mo Xiaohe's understanding, these words mean awesome, dick explosion, and too fucking strong.

And every time Mr. Bao spoke, the guests behaved like a flock of chickens with the plague, and all of them saluted, and none of them dared to intervene.

After Mr. Bao's comment, the little cloud girl with a pair of tearful eyes stood up with the piano in her arms, and squatted at Mr. Bao respectfully, and her voice was so crisp that the snow was about to melt, "The little woman is not talented, Mr. Bao has said it." ”

These scenes were actually very boring in Mo Xiaohe's opinion.

Mo Xiaohe was very suspicious that this Xiaoyun girl had a very pitiful background, so that she had low self-esteem and did not dare to see anyone.

For example, both parents died at the age of newborn, he was sold as a maid at the age of five, he was forcibly taken away by a bully at the age of ten, he gave birth to a child at the age of eleven without an ass, he went to a brothel at the age of twelve and was chosen, he married a beggar at the age of thirteen, his husband died at the age of fourteen, and the child was bitten by wolves and was disliked everywhere...... Wait a minute.

Otherwise, what is it, playing the piano can still make her cry? And why is she always veiled and inferior, and dare not see people? Is it not good? Why is it that she always speaks so inferiorly, so she has to nod her head and lower her voice?

Mo Xiaohe didn't understand that Mr. Bao even more.

Listen to the piano, always squint your eyes and shake your head and tail like a cat, what does it mean......? Do you really think that others don't understand? Or is it a good thing if others don't understand?

I am me, Lao Tzu is Lao Tzu, I always say that I am under the bottom, and I listen to it very awkwardly!

Those guests are the most wonderful.

Eat and drink yours well, listen to an old man talk nonsense so seriously, is your brain kicked by a donkey or caught by the brain door?

And listen to the piano and listen to the piano. What are you crying for? Are you so hypocritical and so fond of crying? Good is good, bad is not good, why are you doing so many ways?

Mo Xiaohe obviously noticed that some of them didn't react after listening to it, and some of them covered their ears so uncomfortable when they listened, but as soon as the sound of the piano fell, they all pretended to be very melancholy...... It's like if you don't cry when others hear it, you just don't know how to play the piano.

Mo Xiaohe, who was bored, naturally moved his gaze to a small corner of the rich restaurant, his eyes half-blinking.

His gaze was not that of a young lady who was embarrassed by the sunken fish, but a man.

The man, who was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, wore a white robe with a delicate knife at his waist, and sat alone in the corner of the corner, with a cold expression, and was extraordinarily handsome.

In the past two days, Mo Xiaohe can often see him.

This person seems to be very different from the other people in the rich restaurant, the gentlemen here or the ladies are still enchanting Oiran, big businessmen and rich people, and powerful officials, most of them have the backbone. Sitting and standing, even if you listen to the piano or watch the dance to the wonderful, at most you applaud, lively but never presumptuous.

This man is good-looking, at least Mo Xiaohe can't help but admire that he is more beautiful than his sister, but you see what he has become. He doesn't watch the dance, he doesn't listen to Mr. Bao's gentleman's remarks, he doesn't listen to the piano, and he doesn't take the powerful or wealthy characters in this rich restaurant in his eyes in his expression, at least it seems that he doesn't care about these people and things.

He patronized and watched the traffic outside the window, and then drank glass by glass, from time to time with his feet cocked, and from time to time he simply took off his shoes and socks, put his feet on the chair, and went back, scratching his ears and cheeks, like a beautiful stinky monkey.

At the most excessive, if the man looked at him without anyone looking at him, he would take the Oiran standing aside in his arms, and touch his hands up and down while no one was looking.

Compared with his beautiful skin and exquisite dress, it is indeed inconsistent with the humble sons and virtuous ladies in the rich restaurant, so it is very much like a brocade and jade food dragon robe above the emperor does not approve the folds, but plays with mud.

And at this moment of silence, when all eyes were on Mr. Bao, the restless man took the Oiran beside him in his arms again, and then his dishonest hand went deep into the twin peaks from the neckline, and the other hand was placed on his waist. This Oiran Maruo is also accustomed to the man's movements, and he doesn't know whether he dares to resist or doesn't want to resist, so his face is flushed.

The handsome man with the knife on his waist seemed to notice Mo Xiaohe's gaze, and turned his face, just staring at each other, and neither of them was embarrassed at the moment of embarrassment. The man also squinted his eyes and grinned at Mo Xiaohe, revealing the cold pear vortices on both sides, which were absolutely beautiful.

It's really indecent, but compared with the whispering people in the rich restaurant, Mo Xiaohe thinks that such a person is interesting, and he is comparable to Zhang Laosan on Shili Street.

"Attention, Mr. Bao is about to take out his writing! Look at it!" Mo Xiaohe's thoughts were flying, and he was pulled by his partner who was standing beside him and working with him.

Mo Xiaohe only felt that it was nonsense, more nonsense than the handsome man in the corner who secretly rubbed oil.

Those words are said by Mr. Bao himself to be like a god, a masterpiece of a master, into the wood three points, vivid, form and spirit...... It's really.

Those words, in Mo Xiaohe's opinion, all he wrote were thrown at him for several streets, not to mention his sister Mo Xiaoyan.

Mo Xiaohe really couldn't help but go up and write it to him by himself, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the words to tell this so-called Mr. Bao, this is called a good word!