MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 45 peach blossom

The lights are bright, the music is around, people come and go, and every gesture is displayed.

On the luxurious and exquisite paintings, the beauty of rouge pink Dai Jiao softly called the guests softly, the wind drew their pleated skirts embroidered with flowers and butterflies, and raised an exciting arc.

"Stop." Shen Zhixian stepped up and walked up to one of the paintings, and he took out his folding fan and shook it again-as a handsome boy, no matter how hot or cold, he should hold the folding fan in his hand. Then it's called Merry Liu.

Yan Jin pursed her lips, followed behind him without a word, and fixed her eyes on Shen Zhixian, without looking at anyone else.

"Come ... arrange an elegant room for this boyfriend. Find some beautiful beauties to pour wine, but also some songs and dances." When I was young, I came to this place by chance. Shen Zhixian followed the memory, and while walking in a familiar way, ordered Xiao Xiao, who was waiting beside him.

Drop a few pieces of silver and a silver ticket.

The little sister followed the silver, took a few measurements, and quietly glanced at the amount on the silver ticket, and immediately led the way with an eyebrow and a smile: "Two sons, please, please ..."

Shen Zhixian paused for a moment, waiting for Yan Jin to follow him, and dragging Yan Jin's sleeve, motioned him to look at the painting on the opposite side, and whispered: "See the row of colorful lanterns in the flower? "

Yan Jin glanced hurriedly, then regained her gaze and did not speak.

"This painting is not decorated with lanterns, and it is full of arts and craftsmanship," Shen Zhixian explained. Now. "

Yan Jin put up with it, and put up with it, but eventually he didn't hold it. He softly said, "Sui Jian is very familiar with these places."

Shen Zhixian snorted, pretending that he didn't understand the meaning of his words, pulled him with a smile and entered the elegant room arranged by Xiao Yan.

The elegant room is very elegantly arranged, with a slight scent of incense. Shen Zhixian picked a seat and sat down, seeing that Yan Jin was next to come next, and quickly raised his hand to stop his footsteps: "Go and sit opposite."

Yan Jin stopped, and reluctantly sat down opposite.

The door creaked and was pushed open again, and Tingting walked in more than a dozen girls in lotus style. The first four were empty-handed, and the two of them were divided by one side. They were to pour their wine to pinch their shoulders and relax their bones. In the dance clothes, a stop to the open space is a soft dance, a scene of extravagance.

Shen Zhixian had a casual and leisurely smile on her face, and waved her hand to signal that the two girls could just pour wine.

He quietly glanced at Yan Jin.

Yan Jin pursed her lips tightly and watched the girl pouring wine without saying a word.

The girl was obviously not the first time to see such a serious guest. After finishing the wine carefully, she had to stand up and feed him, and smiled softly with a soft voice: "My son is so cold and boring, and rewarding his face?"

The other girl had a pair of prime fingers and rubbed her arms for him.

Yan Jin stood up staggeringly, and the movement was so big that she bumped the two girls apart a few steps, and looked at him with anger and anger: "My son ..."

Shen Zhixian said in a timely manner: "Don't like Miss Sister? Then substitute."

The two girls answered with resentment, and Nana retreated, and within a short time, two young men with red lips and white teeth were replaced.

The two boys were about sixteen or seventeen, the youngest age. The two girls who had previously stepped down looked at the color and thought that Yan Jinyuemo didn't like the heavy makeup and heavy grease, and they called out the two teenagers with good looks before entering.

But Yan Jin was still a cold face, looking more and more grim, sitting straight and stiff on the seat, staring at the wine on the case table without squinting.

When the two teenagers looked at each other, they leaned on him, and when their hands were around Yan Jin's neck, Shen Zhixuan sipped the wine slowly and said, "Just pour the wine, don't do anything else. "

Two teenagers: "..."

They retracted their hands and glanced at the girl behind Shen Zhixian.

——Do not let the service stand like that?

The girl holding the jug saw that Shen Zhixian's cup was hollow, and poured her wine with a gentle smile before standing straight back and looking back.

——If the guests don't let it, then stand up silly.

Horizontally, they are always clear. If the guests do not even allow the surface service on the table ... it will be more trouble-free.

The song and dance in front of it just reached the high tide. Wu Ji turned her skirt, and a string of jade beads and bells jingled around her waist. The tone was crisp and the zither sound was combined, which made people unable to keep their eyes open.

Shen Zhixian looked with interest, as if he couldn't feel Yan Jin's gaze coming out completely, the wine in the glass was exhausted, and he raised his hand slightly without turning his head: "Pouring wine."

The jug tilted slightly, and the drop of the liquor was worth a drop. Yan Jin suddenly got up, walked over a few steps, copied the jug with a frown, and said stiffly, "I can come. You can go out."

He filled the glass for Shen Zhixian, and Shen Zhixian took a sip, closed his eyes slightly, and shook the glass silent.

The teenager and the girl looked at each other and looked at Shen Zhixian. Seeing that Shen Zhixian didn't speak or object, they bowed down and walked back to the door silently.

When she was about to leave, Shen Zhixian finally opened her mouth, but said to the group of musicians and dancers: "Go out, too."

His voice was neither salty nor faint, not too loud, but he used the technique a little and sent it to everyone's ears clearly and clearly.

The sound of music stopped immediately, the trained dancer Ji steadily fell to the ground, the skirt bells were still shaking, and they saluted respectfully, just like when they came, and soon went out again.

When he left, he closed the door.

"Don't like it?" Shen Zhixian asked softly.

"Do you like it when you are old?" Yan Jin sat down beside him and laid the jug on the table.

Shen Zhixian avoided answering this question. He looked down at the wine bottle in his hand. The clear liquor was dangling slightly in the glass bottle. The fragrance of the wine was coming out. He said, "You are so repellent to them, maybe because of you. See too little. There are so many good things on earth, and you can see more and more people in the future ... "

Shen Zhixian sighed with a smile, faintly a little stunned: "... Maybe in the future, I can see more like it."

He seemed to point something, Yan Jin pursed his lips, staring at him with hot eyes, without flinching: "But they are not you ..."

Shen Zhixian froze slightly. He looked up at Yan Jin, Yan Jin's expression was calm, but he faintly passed the contract and felt a little ...

Aggrieved and sad.

Shen Zhixian gazed at him for a long time, and suddenly his heart was completely soft, and he placed the wine bottle on the case table, leaned slightly and patted Yan Jin's hand on his knee: "Okay, okay, not me ..."

It was coaxing, and suddenly a gong rang, and there was a moment of silence outside, and a louder clamor broke out, and some name was looming.

Yo Mo came out to perform this painting.

Since it's all here, the excitement depends on the whole. Shen Zhixuan pulled Yan Jin out of the elegant room.

They are on the second floor of the painting. This painting is cleverly designed. Looking at it on the second floor, they can see the panoramic view of the stage on the first floor.

Wu Ting, a woman like a weak willow, walked on the stage with a light skirt.

Someone whistled: "Peach blossom!"

The woman smiled eagerly, tilted her head to look around, and her voice cried: "Peach blossoms have seen you."

As the head of the twelve flowers in this painting, she has always been very popular. Some people have thrown a hundred bucks, only changed her smile, and then throw a thousand bucks, just begging her.

The musician played, and Taohuaer cleared his throat and sang a small song.

Her voice was soft and euphemistic, and she was singing in the early spring season, when the young girls and girls met in love at first sight.

"Spring trip. Apricot flower blows his head, who is young and full of love ... Imagine marrying my body and rest for a lifetime. Even if you are abandoned mercilessly, you cannot be ashamed ..."

This minor child was very comfortable listening, Shen Zhixian couldn't help humming a few words, looking at the shape of the peach flower, suddenly an inexplicable feeling came to mind.

At this moment, the peach flower was finished singing for a while, turned around, and raised his eyes gently and cleverly, and looked over to Shen Zhixian. Fan Ruopu's lips slightly ticked and smiled at him.

Between the electric light and flint, Shen Zhixian immediately turned his face and buried it in Yan Jin's arms, avoiding the sight of Tao Huaer, gnashing his teeth and taking a breath.

--is her!

Yan Jin didn't know why, so he caught him and asked in confusion.

Shen Zhixian was buried in his arms, his voice was vague, and his voice was not very clear: "I'm afraid to see the old man ... let's go."

Yan Jin looked down, and after a glance at the peach blossom, she turned away and continued to sing the half-wander. He condensed the woman for a long while before leaving Shen Zhixuan.

But just turning around and taking a few steps, she was stopped by a few teenage girls.

"What's the matter with the two sons? Do you have to leave as soon as you arrive?" Mauruo Guerlain's girl seemed sullen and angry. "Are we not serving well?"

"The two sons stay here for a few drinks?" The boy with red lips, white teeth, and a thin waist was inexorably gripped.

Yan Jin was exuding air conditioning all over, Shen Zhixuan got out of his arms, found out a handful of silver for them, and smiled casually: "Let to let."

The young girls didn't pick up the silver, but just shoved in front of them, smiling softly and persuading them to stay.

With this delay, Shen Zhixian did not pay attention to when the euphemistic tunes underneath stopped, only the light footsteps came leisurely from the corridor, and the girls and teenagers in front of them swiftly turned into a smoke. Did not get into the man behind.

Taohuaer, with a pink skirt holding her skirt, walked lightly, slightly smiling at the corners of Fanyi's eyes, and smiled at Shen Zhixian. It was really delicate and pitiful and touching: "Old boy, long time no see."

Shen Zhixian wanted to shake the folding fan subconsciously, and when he touched his waist, he found that the folding fan hadn't been picked up in the room, so he could only raise his hand to his lips, as if nothing happened: "The girl is afraid of confessing someone wrong. Please let me know."

Taohuaer gazed at him with a smile, and didn't let it go. He only said, "The old man is beautiful, but Taohuaer can't forget. If it wasn't for the old man's righteous shot, then Taohuaer would be insulted by that brother ..."

Speaking of the old things, Shen Zhixian keenly noticed that Yan Jin's hand clasped around his waist was tight, and she sighed reluctantly, and said sadly, "You are a centuries-old painter, I ca n’t even do it, you have A hundred ways to get out of it ... "

She felt a little pain in her waist, and Shen Zhixian moved quietly. She hid a hand of Yan Jin quietly through the cover of her sleeve: "Besides, I was thinking at the time, but I just made my debut for the people. Harm ... "

Taohuaer glanced at him, and then looked at Yan Jin, it seemed to understand something, the smile on the lips became softer, she said quietly: "The old man did not say goodbye then, Taohuaer thought so much, 寤I was persuaded and turned around. Now it's hard to see each other. When we raise a glass and drink together, we can tell our feelings. "

Shen Zhixian: "..."

The blame of the original young ignorance, why should a weak, poor and helpless man come to the pot!

The author has something to say: "Spring Tour, Xinghua blows his head ..." Quoted from Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township · Spring Tour".

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Thank you for your hand grenades: Jiang Yuanyuan x 2; less than you 897446405 x 1;

Thank you for the mines of Xiaokuo lovers: Mo Ci x11; Wo Qimingheng Sui De x3; Jiang Yan x1, less than you 897446405x1, 38402525x1;

Thank you Xiaokuo lovers: 10 bottles of Lilan; 3 bottles of big Muzi flavor drops; 1 bottle of DiduDidu;

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