The clothes Xie Ying prepared for him was a straight blue body that was rough and not striking. It was similar to the uniform of the National Children's Prison, but the clothes were darkly embroidered with Jinyun and palace lanterns of the same color, so that the lights reflected different brilliance. .
The clothes actually fit his body. It's not like his new white clothes, but it's similar to his usual clothes, loose and loose, easy to move and not cumbersome. He wanted to ask Xie Ying how he got his size, but he suddenly remembered that he had worn Xie Ying's old clothes when he went to Xie's house several times, and brought a bag back. …
Could it be that the Xie family remembered his size at that time? Thank you, this man is so sweet!
He took the lantern up and down and took a look at his clothes, his eyes curled with laughter, he usually looked at such an upright face with a bit of treacherous aura, and the excited and proud aura couldn't be concealed. His undershirt was wet, so he didn't wear it at all. Together with the snow-white coat he made at home, he formed a ball, and once he stuffed it into the bag, he didn't care.
Xie Ying stood aside to block the cool wind from the lake, looked at the smooth arm he showed when he raised his hand, frowned and asked him if he was cold, where he was staying at night, and said that he was going to take him back to his room.
Cui Xie changed into new clothes, and Xie Ying didn't reject his confession. Even if he rounded up the number, even if he made a boyfriend, why would he want to go back to his room like this? He can't wait to be ostentatious everywhere, but if he can't let their friends bump into them, at least he has to make two more trips in places where no one is around, right
He stroked his sleeves and said, "The clothes are not thin. I am also a person who exercises every day. I have strong firepower. Let's play more. Usually Brother Xie has business, and I also have to go to school. It is rare to have the opportunity to come out like this—"
Xie Ying suddenly straightened her body and looked at the garden, and said in a low voice, "Someone is here."
Someone came to be afraid of something, and they didn't do anything! Cui Xie stood upright and straightened his waist to look over there. Sure enough, after seeing the shadow of the tree, he could distinguish a vague figure, carrying a lantern and a food box, and walked slowly towards this side.
When I got closer, I realized that the man was a friend Zhang who had come from Qian'an with Cui Yuan and the shopkeeper Ji. When he saw them, he smiled diligently and said, "I just heard from the gardener that the son brought a friend here. While resting, I asked someone to prepare some hot tea and snacks to bring, and in the evening it was cool by the water, so the young master and this official had something to warm up."
Cui Xie rolled up his sleeves and nodded: "You can just put your things in the water pavilion. The night view here is good, and you can hear the music in the courtyard. We will sit for a while. How is the conference now, guests. Do you still like it?"
Buddy Zhang smiled and said, "The guests liked it very much! When the five beauties emerged from the paper screen, the hall was full of joy, and the songs they sang were also more appealing than the lively and lively drama. Small While waiting, I heard a few guests say that they usually listen to martial arts and never like these babbling literary dramas, but today they are so addicting..."
They went back to the water pavilion. While talking, Mr. Zhang put the food box on the table and held out two cups of hot milk tea, a few kinds of newly baked siumai, steamed dumplings, and two bowls of eel with heavy oil red sauce. silk surface.
In the evening, the hot noodle soup is the most appetizing.
Cui Xie looked at the food box and didn't seem to listen, but the man just said with a smile on his face about the performance in the courtyard: "Now the five beauties have all appeared, standing on the stage and dancing: Diaochan holds the moon Lantern, Mrs. Zhen is dragging colorful silk, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao are dancing with fans, and Mrs. Sun is dancing with swords. All of them are like fairy daughters in the sky! The young master is watching people sell the last round of votes, waiting for this round of voting When it's over, it's time for the tutor to come on stage to comment on the beauty poems, won't you take this master to see it?"
After talking, Mr. Zhang finished placing the snacks, so he peeked at Xie Ying with the food box.
Although his clothes are no different from other sons, he has a heroic and romantic temperament, and he does not lose his color when standing with their sons. In his heart, he felt that this person was not an ordinary person, so he wished that the other party could watch this grand event organized by him, and see the talents of the young master and the ability of their subordinates to do things.
How could his little thought be hidden from Xie Ying's eyes.
However, this conference was held fresh. If it wasn't for the fact that the people in the courtyard were too busy to talk, Xie Ying would have been willing to sit more. Now Cui Xie has made it clear to him that he will have to talk to each other in the future, and he doesn't have to cherish the time of being alone in front of him.
He looked at the yard from a distance, smiled and said, "Please bring a cloak and cloak, and we'll go over after we eat."
Guy Zhang first glanced at Cui Xie, and when he saw him nod, he immediately turned and left, and quickly brought two cloaks with him.
The two of them had just eaten noodles in the water pavilion, and their bodies were hot, and then they held a cup of hot milk tea to warm their hands, and they were not afraid of the cold wind. Xie Ying didn't need to add any more clothes. Seeing Cui Xie put on his cloak, he picked up the package of clothes and asked him to go with him.
Cui Xie couldn't grab him, so he shook his head and said, "Then why don't you ask Buddy Zhang to take it back and take it back to my house."
Xie Ying glanced at him with a smile: "Let people see you taking off your shirt? Although it's from your family, it's not very suitable, right?"
If it was in front of others, Cui Xie would have to draw a clear line with the study. In front of him, he wouldn't have to do all the fake stuff. He held the milk tea tube and smiled: "It doesn't matter, the clothes are all balled up, so I'll say I've slipped. No one will care if you step into the water and get wet."
Xie Ying walked forward with her bag, and when she saw someone from a distance, she and Cui Xie took a few steps away. After entering the yard, she did not go to the seat, but chose a corner at random to stand and watch.
Cui Xie followed him in and wanted to go over and introduce the stage arrangement to him, but Xie Ying whispered, "Go there, this is your family's major event, you must keep an eye on it yourself. I'm clean here again, if you're all right Stay outside and I can see."
Also, in the eyes of the public, what can you do if you stand together? Let's go to his house during the Chinese New Year's Day.
Cui Xie said with a smile: "Then I'll go over and take a look first. In fact, Xiao Qi is watching this matter from beginning to end, so I don't need anything."
The five beauties on the stage are fighting and dancing. Because there was no dry ice blasting the atmosphere, a row of incense burners was placed around the stage, burning the poor Sihe incense of lychee shells, acorn shells, pear peels, and bagasse. The smoke curled up like a steaming fog, and the whole courtyard was fragrant, setting off the dancers like immortals in the sky.
A large portrait of the Three Kingdoms and Five Beauty was hung on the side of the stage, like a wooden ballot box with red lacquer in front, and a long table selling tickets next to it for crazy fans to spend the last round of money.
At the end of the voting, the music and singing in the field gradually decreased, and the people with the maids playing their companions supported the long poles and took off the lanterns hanging behind the stage. The five beauties danced gradually and faded away, gradually disappearing into the darkness, and the sound of silk and bamboo was intermittent, showing a sense of desolation. Finally, when the golden drum rang, the stage was completely silent, only the cigarettes were not broken, and they dissipated with the wind under the candlelight night.
The audience in the audience suddenly felt a bit of sadness about the passing of the beauty, and they wished they could sing two songs and write a poem to express this depressed mood.
At this time, there was an extremely chaotic movement on the stage, and there were men talking, which was completely different from the previous arrangement in the dance music room where there was almost no movement.
These voices were not clear, but they slightly pulled people out of their worries. The guests looked at the stage in amazement, only to realize that the servants who cleaned the stage had pushed the painting screens that originally surrounded the beauties in a row to the outside, and inside were tables and chairs. Due to the unknown lighting, only a row of tables and chairs can be seen connected, and behind them are people wearing square scarves, but I can't count how many.
Those beauties were standing in front of the people, and a few men were behind the painting screen, but they didn't know what was wrong.
The guest was wondering when the two painting screens in the middle suddenly moved a little to both sides, and the beautiful lady dressed as Diaochan walked out of it, stopped in the cigarette room, and blessed everyone: "My concubine, Diaochan, I did not hesitate to dedicate myself to Dong Zhuo for the emperor of the Han Dynasty. , Lv Bu, for the Situ Wang Yunxing, he serially planned to alienate the two, and killed the Dong thief. I don't want to see that there are still talented poets who write poems for the concubine, pity the concubine's life experience, and praise the concubine's righteous behavior. Why would the concubine not report it, because I asked ten A hermit genius as a 'mentor', selects the best essays."
The scholars who voted for the poems in the audience immediately became excited and asked loudly, "Who are those mentors? Why are they called mentors? Are they sure to be fair?"
Diao Chan said with a smile: "Those are also talented men who love their concubine and several younger sisters. Since they are of the same heart as you, how can it be unfair to criticize poetry? If any son's poetry is rated first by these ten tutors, we will These poor women have nothing else to give, so they have to take a small picture and ask the son to take it home to enjoy."
She turned around with a smile, glanced back at the stage, and retreated fluently as if stepping on a cloud.
A clear and quiet voice with a slight hint of youth sounded from the back of the screen: "We have already roughly dealt with the votes of the talented people, and all poems with poor words, multiple votes in one poem, and incompatible characters have been eliminated. The masterpieces left behind will be read out by the beauties one by one, and the ten tutors will jointly score them, and the average score will be announced to the public, please listen carefully."
As the host, it is naturally Cui Xie.
He originally just wanted to go on stage to see how the tutors were preparing, and then left after reading it. Who would have thought that the tutors were too enthusiastic, saying that it was a bit scary to play for the first time, and he had to accompany him. Cui Xie had nothing to do, so he took over part of the hosting work, stood on the screen first and then announced the rules, as a demonstration to those classmates who were debuting on stage.
- The screen cannot be opened.
They are all students studying in Guozixue, and they usually can't even go out. Running here to be a tutor for the selection of the first beauty, telling the instructors to know is not good.
Xie Ying leaned beside an ancient pine tree behind the seat, hung the burden on the low branch, and looked at the shadow vaguely projected on the screen. The man was wearing a square scarf and a straight robe, as if he was the most ordinary scholar. But in his eyes, no matter how tall or short the shadow is, whether it's voice or conversation, or every move, it's as if it's right in front of him, not separated by a screen or so far away.
He could even know how Cui Xie looked on stage just by listening to the voice, how he raised his chest and raised his head and said these words seriously.
Cui Xie didn't say much. He only introduced the scoring rules. In the poetry part, each of the five beauties read their own words. A few guys hung a large piece of white linen on the outside of the painting screen, with Wumei's name written on it. On the east side, the true love was counted as the price ticket, and the west side followed the voice inside the screen to count the expert's poetry ticket.
The number of votes rose wildly at first, but because the popularity of the five beauties was different after all, the gap quickly widened. The audience below watched the votes of the beauties soar, and their heart rate and blood pressure jumped up with the votes, shouting the names of their beloved beauties, wishing they could jump on the stage to draw votes for them.
After the white cloth was covered, Cui Xie slipped out from the backstage, lowered his head and quietly slipped to the back of the yard, where Xie Ying stood when he entered the door. The candlelight was not bright enough, and the blue clothes were not as easy to find as the white clothes. After he left the seating area, he followed the path and looked around slowly.
After walking around an old tree, Cui Xie suddenly smelled the faint fragrance of gardenia coming with the wind. Turning his head and looking around, he saw a pack of clothes hanging between the branches, leaning against the tree with a casual and lazy person, playing with the small porcelain bottle containing the flower water in his hand, and sniffing lightly between his nose.
The man raised his eyes to look at him, smiled softly, the whole shade of the tree seemed to be illuminated by that smile, and it was clearly printed into his eyes. Cui Xie's heart was also buoyant, so much dopamine poured into his brain from somewhere, and he couldn't help but look at it with a smile.