In just a short meal, Yong Ruowan possessed himself like a joke, giving full play to the spirit of entertainment like Grandma Liu, and told Feng Liao many jokes about "the suffering of the people".
for example:
A certain old man became even more sloppy after his wife died. The old man didn't like to take a bath, and thought it was troublesome, so he said that taking a cold bath would easily catch a cold and get sick, and taking a hot bath would cost firewood; On the other hand, he is a person with a strong personal smell, the result of not taking a bath is: the smell on his body can make people fall over, and no one dares to come within three feet of him. Once, his boy fell in love with a girl and asked him to propose marriage, but he went directly without washing. The girl's father thought he was ashamed and didn't want to be in-laws with him, so he satirized him: You'd better go back and take a bath first, and then come to propose marriage! The old man went back disconsolately, wanting to take a bath before going, but he was afraid that the other party would not agree if he went again, so the bath would be for nothing! With an idea, he found a jujube, washed it, and went to the girl's house with it. Said: Look at my relatives, I have washed a jujube, can I propose a marriage
"Leave a body full of dirt to keep out the cold?" Feng Liao laughed so hard that tears came out, "Thanks to the old man for thinking it out! Ouch, I laughed so hard!" He imitated Yong Ruo's tone and said, "This bath will Washed for nothing! Hahahaha... "
for example:
Once it rained, someone came back with an umbrella, almost soaked, but the umbrella was dry. Do you know why? Because the umbrella was a brand-new good umbrella given by others, he was reluctant to use it, so he held the umbrella in his arms and used his body to protect the umbrella from the rain. Unexpectedly, within a few days, this brand-new umbrella was torn apart by the family's only three-year-old Piboy. Not to mention the umbrella surface was torn to pieces, and half of the umbrella ribs were broken. This heart aches! Beat that brat hard. After thinking about it, he couldn't bear to throw away the wreckage of this umbrella—he hadn't used this umbrella yet! Wouldn't it be a pity to throw it away like this? So he thought of a way, found some bamboo strips to connect the umbrella ribs, and sewed together the rags and clothes at home, barely made an umbrella cover, and covered the umbrella ribs. For the next year or two, he only used this rag umbrella. His wife thought he was ashamed and advised him to change to a better umbrella. Others advised his mother-in-law: You'd better let him use that rag umbrella! Give him a good umbrella, he's going to keep it out of the rain again!
In addition to telling jokes about other people's families, she also told jokes about her own family.
For example: One night, the hand of the third brother was bitten by the second brother who shared the bed with blood, and woke up crying from the dream in pain. It turned out that a certain neighbor gave the third brother a bone that day. The third brother gnawed the meat clean, but he was reluctant to throw away the bone. He secretly didn't wash his hands at night, and slept quietly holding the bone. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, when he turned over, the hand that still had a little bit of meaty smell accidentally put it on the second brother's mouth. The second younger brother, who had an empty stomach, smelled the faint smell of meat from his mouth, and had a good dream. He dreamed that someone had stuffed a big hoof into his mouth. So, he grabbed the "hoof" and opened his mouth to bite...
The content of these paragraphs is generally true, but she rearranged the order of the narration and added some finishing touches to make it more dramatic and fascinating.
And in those jaw-dropping absurdities, there is an indescribable bitterness hidden.
Feng Liao rested her hands and elbows on the table, her body leaned forward severely, her eyes seemed to be shining brightly when she looked at Yong Ruo. He has completely lost the elegant posture of Takako, and instead looks like a child waiting to hear a story.
His emotions also followed Yong Ruo's ups and downs. His whole body, sometimes sighing, sometimes laughing, sometimes glaring, sometimes sad, the whole person is very lively.
Seeing that it was getting late and there were few people looking at the lights on the street, An Zimo came in to remind him, "My lord, it's time to go back."
Feng Liao was startled, and slowly recovered from Yong Ruo's story, with a strong reluctance showing unconsciously on his face.
He looked at An Zimo, looked at the street outside the window, and looked at Yong Ruo who was about to get up. Suddenly, his face showed a look of pleading, and he said to Yong Ruo helplessly, "Today's Lantern Festival, there is no curfew!"
Yong Ruo felt that his appearance was a little weird, and his words were also a little strange: Why, are you still reluctant to leave? Then he asked An Zimo, "What time is it?"
An Zimo said: "It's already midnight!" He persuaded Feng Liao, "Master, if you don't go back, I'm afraid the 'old lady' will ask someone to come out to look for it. That's not beautiful!"
Feng Liao was silent for a while, then sighed a long time, looked around the table, and said: "You ask the proprietress to bring some food boxes, fill the rest of the dishes, and let Miss Yong take them back. "
After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and said nothing, looking very disappointed.
An Zimo hesitated slightly, and glanced at Yong Ruo. Seeing that she didn't feel ashamed, but looked forward to it, she didn't say anything more and went out.
Yong Ruo scooped up some more soup, took two sips slowly, thinking back to Feng Liao's appearance just now, and felt that he was a bit weird, but he didn't know where the reason was. Alas, if I can't figure it out, I don't want to think about it, I'm going to get away anyway! At this point she was concerned with another matter...
Putting down the soup bowl, she asked cautiously: "Mr. Feng, I don't know the ten taels of silver..." You promised to give me ten taels of silver! Don't break your promise!
Feng Liao suddenly raised her head to look at her, her face was full of disbelief at first, and then there was a strong emotion that seemed to be annoyed, hated, ashamed, and angry, and it was difficult for Yong Ruo to distinguish, smudged from his eyes.
He shouted angrily: "When Zimo comes back, I'll ask him to give it to you! I don't have any money with me!" His tone was very aggressive. After speaking, he turned his head and looked out the window, never looking at Yong Ruo again. His brightly colored lips, neither thick nor thin, were pouted vigorously, looking very angry.
Yong Ruo asked more carefully: "Then... what about the famous assassin?"
Don't break your promise! The backer I finally found, I really don't want to lose it! In this era of power everywhere, whether there is a backer or not is often a matter of life and death!
"I didn't bring it today, I will send it to you another day!" The tone became even more foul.
After he finished speaking, he stood up abruptly, simply walked to the window and stood there, facing the window without saying a word. His fingers were tightly gripped on the window sill, and his knuckles were slightly white due to too much force.
Seeing him like this, Yong Ruo didn't know where he had offended him.
As she continued to drink the soup with her head down, she thought: It was fine just now, but when she said she was going to leave, she changed her face! This Mr. Feng is still reluctant to let me fail? ! A strange feeling gradually rose in my heart.
After a while, Feng Liao suddenly turned to face Yong Ruo, and asked her, "Do you know why I threw that ingot of silver into the water?"
Yong Ruo shook his head: "I don't know." Could it be your prank
Feng Liao laughed, a little strangely: "At that time, I felt that I was molested by you, and I was very angry in my heart! But you were very respectful and polite, so I didn't want to get angry, so I wanted to play tricks on you as revenge. If you see Seeing that the five taels of silver that you are about to get is gone, you must be so distressed that you can't sleep all night, right?"
Yong Ruo also smiled and nodded. If I didn't pick up that ingot of silver, not only would I not be able to sleep all night, but I would also be unable to sleep for many consecutive nights!
"I present flowers to you, how can it be considered molesting?" Yong Ruo expressed dissatisfaction.
"You, a girl, presented flowers to me, a man, and told the allusion of throwing fruit and carts. Isn't this flirting?" Feng Liao firmly defended her point of view.
Yong Ruo thought to himself: This question has to be clarified, otherwise how can I bear the charge of "molesting your noble son"? ! "My lord, have you ever written poetry?"
"Of course I did!"
"What kind of poems have you written?"
"Mountains and rivers, scenic spots and historic sites, romantic events... I have probably written about all of them!"
"Then are you flirting with landscapes, places of interest, and romance?" Yong Ruo Zheng said, "Little girl has no talent for poetry and can't write poems. She can only express her feelings with a plum blossom. This is the same as writing poems .Young master, why should you think too much, and think of the little girl so dirty?!"
"What do you want to express with plum blossoms?"
"Show me my love. Young Master Long Zhang Feng Cai, has no girl been fascinated by Young Master before?"
"Yes! There are quite a few. But none of them are as bold as you. When they saw me, they were just blushing, shy, and reluctant to speak. There has never been anyone who confessed as boldly as the girl."
"Everyone has the love of beauty. Why do you have to hide it?"
Feng Liao was silent for a while, then looked at Yong Ruo, and asked word by word: "Do you really think that I look like a pan, and you love me?"
His voice when he said this was extremely gentle; the way he looked at her was also extremely lingering. While waiting for her answer, he seemed to be holding his breath, looking very nervous...
Yong Ruo thought for a moment, and immediately found an explanation for his weirdness like enlightenment: Isn't it? Is this Mr. Feng serious about himself? !
Is he forcing himself to confess? !
Yong Ruo thought: Judging by Mr. Feng's ostentation, his family status must be extremely high, and it is absolutely impossible for him to marry himself as a regular wife!
Could it be that he forced himself to confess that he wanted to be his concubine? She sneered from the bottom of her heart: cut!
But at this moment, she can't swallow all the words she just said, then Mr. Feng must really turn his face!
Her mind turned sharply, she quickly thought of a countermeasure, and said seriously: "Naturally it is true. Although the little girl was born in poverty, she loves the beauty of everything in the world. The strength of plum blossoms, the fragrance of orchids, and the silt of lotus Dyeing, chrysanthemums... There is nothing I don't love. Even the vast white snow, the curling smoke, the faint grass, the spring breeze, the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs, the morning dew and the setting sun... I also think that each has its own beauty, and I feel happy when I see it. Man is the spirit of all things, and the son is the dragon and phoenix among men, how can the little girl not love it?" Chicken soup, let's pour it vigorously without hesitation! Try to knock this noble young master into a coma, so that I can escape!
Feng Liao stared straight at her, her eyes gradually showing suspicion and disappointment.
Yong Ruo bravely looked at him and kept smiling, without any hint of guilt or shyness.