Accompanied by a soft greeting, a woman in her thirties stopped in front of her. The woman had her hair tied up in a high bun, her phoenix hairpin was emerald, and she was wearing a pink-blue gown trimmed with rabbit fur. She had a gorgeous appearance. , with a smile on his lips, and a pair of shrewd phoenix eyes slightly squinted, looking up and down at Shen Ruolan.
Shen Ruolan is already wearing a new dress, although it is not gorgeous, but it is passable, at least she will not be discriminated against by others as a beggar. She stood there calmly, met the woman's gaze, and said openly, "You're right, I'm here to find Sister Hongmian."
The woman raised her eyebrows: "Do you know Hong Mian?"
Shen Ruolan shook her head, "I don't know."
The woman smiled, pointed her blue fingers lightly, touched the tassels on the hairpin, and said slowly: "Since the little girl doesn't know Hongmian, just tell me if you have anything to do. My surname is Qin, and I am a drunkard." Yin's mother, you can just call me Qin's mother, but I have to remind you of one thing, Hong Mian girl is our Drunken Flower Yin's oiran lady, she is delicate and fleshy, not everyone can see her."
Shen Ruolan didn't expect that she would meet Zuihuayin's mother all of a sudden by mistake, and now things are easy to handle, she curled her lips and said: "Since you are the mother here, then I will speak bluntly." Let me tell you, I am here this time to relieve sister Hongmian's worries."
"Relieve Hong Mian's worries?"
The woman heheed twice, her tone a bit disdainful: "Young lady is not mean, tell me, what worries us Hongmian need you to resolve? How can you relieve our Hongmian's worries."
Shen Ruolan paused for a moment, then said after deliberation: "An old acquaintance of Miss Hongmian hasn't come to visit for a long time, and Miss Hongmian is sad because of this. Mom, am I right?"
She said it very implicitly, in this kind of place, you can just say what you want, and you can't just say that Miss Hongmian's benefactor will not come to patronize, and Miss Hongmian will get angry because of this, and she can't eat or sleep well Come to think of it, although the facts are like this, some things cannot be stated clearly even if they are facts, it is too hurtful.
The woman's smile froze, it was obvious that Shen Ruolan was right.
"Then how do you plan to help Hongmian relieve our worries?"
Shen Ruolan said: "I heard that Miss Hongmian's old acquaintance always liked to listen to music, and she went to other places only because other people's music was fresh. I heard that her new lover's appearance is not as good as Miss Hongmian's. , if Miss Hongmian learns a few very nice tunes, I'm not afraid that people won't come to support her."
"You can sing?" Qin's mother heard her intention.
Shen Ruolan said without humility: "Exactly."
Qin's mother looked at her carefully for a while. This little girl looked sallow and thin, like a child from a poor family, but she didn't have the petty air of a child from a poor family who was timid. , with a confidence and determination that did not match her image, and a calm and calm look in her speech, she couldn't see through this little girl for a while.
"Okay, then please come with me, girl."
Since you can't see through it, let's take a step to see it. Anyway, a sallow and thin girl is not capable of doing things that will harm the interests of Zuihuayin.
Mother Qin led Shen Ruolan to the backyard.
The backyard is very large, like a maze, winding along the way, passing through many houses, and arrived at a place, not a building, but three bungalows, very gorgeous, the left one of the bungalow is a maid's empty room, with a bed Tables and chairs are reserved for official shops, and the door on the right is closed, so you can't see the scenery inside.
There are side rooms on both sides, and guest seats in the middle, with a landscape painting of a famous person hanging on it, ambergris cakes are burning on the incense table in the ancient bronze stove of Boshan, on both sides of the desk, there are some antiques, and many poems are pasted on the wall. Da can read traditional Chinese characters, and just glanced away and turned his eyes away.
Qin's mother asked Shen Ruolan to sit in the guest seat, and she herself sat in the main seat. In a short while, a servant girl brought tea and fruit, which had never been tasted, and the aroma was tangy.
"Girl please!"
Qin's mother picked up the teacup and gestured to Shen Ruolan.
Shen Ruolan didn't come here to drink tea. Although the tea here is first-class tea, the teacups are used by prostitutes. mouth.
After pretending, Shen Ruolan got to the point: "Mother Qin, where is Miss Hong Mian? When can I teach her to sing?"
Qin's mother smiled, took a sip of the fragrant tea unhurriedly, and put down the cup slowly: "No hurry, what song does the girl know, why not sing it to me first, if it is as good as the girl said, It won’t be too late to invite Hong Mian to come out.”
Shen Ruolan understood, it turned out that this girl from Hongmian had a lot of style, and she was not easy to meet people, if her music couldn't impress Mother Qin now, she might not be able to see this girl from Hongmian today.
She turned her head, glanced at the closed door on the right, smiled, parted her lips, and began to sing...
Her voice is very beautiful, not only has the gentleness and melody of a young girl, but also the softness and melodiousness of a woman who has experienced the world, and the soul-stirring. The still-talking songs are like the curling green smoke floating from the incense burner, as if a gust of wind can cut them off, what can't be cut off is the entangled plot, the endless heartfelt, lingering lingering sounds, endless, ups and downs, round and round …
The fragrance of the red lotus root is left, the jade mat is autumn, and the clothes are lightly untied, and I go to the orchid boat alone.
Who in the cloud sent brocade books, when the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
Flowers drift by themselves, water flows by itself.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of sorrow.
There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart...
This is written by Li Qingzhao, a poetess known as "the most talented woman in the ages", to her husband who left home shortly after marriage. It depicts a gentle and affectionate woman, leaning on a railing alone to look out at the moonlit night, missing her sweetheart until the moon is full on the west building without realizing it, which makes people feel like they are actually there.
Among them, "There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows but raised my heart", which expresses the pain of lovesickness in an extremely real image, expressing the endless lovesickness and sadness, and the loneliness and loneliness of staying alone in an empty room are filled between the lines.
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Outside the garden wall of Zuihuayin
In the alley paved with bluestone slabs, an indigo carriage was quietly parked there.
The carriage is made of oilcloth, and the body is made of ordinary wood without any carved brocade decorations. It seems to be no different from most carriages on the street. If there are any, it is the six or seven men behind this carriage. Tall and tall, with a murderous look.
In the carriage, smoke was curling from the incense burner, and on a low rosewood couch, a long shadow leaned on it like a stretched straight bow.
Xu Shi was in the car, his black hair was untied, falling down like a waterfall, wrapping around his neck, his laziness must appear.
The profile of the face is like a god and devil, so handsome and handsome that people dare not look directly at him.
The man's left wrist rests on his cheek, and the purple gold high boots rest on the top of the rosewood sofa. Sunshine, glowing with a daunting cold luster.
Just leaning there, motionless and silent, the inherent masculinity and ferocity filled the car.
"This song should only exist in the sky. It's rare to hear it in the world... Heh, I never thought that such a wonderful poem would exist in such a remote place!" He said to himself.