Many popular opera singers have been hanging out with wealthy and idle people for a long time, or they smoke opium, or they ask Tiaozi to gamble all night, and they suffer from the problem of burning money without making progress. However, Shang Xirui has nothing good about smoking, whoring and gambling, except for high-priced custom-made costumes, he likes to listen to his colleagues sing a show, in short, all his hobbies revolve around his business of eating, and he never gets bored in the slightest. When Cheng Fengtai saw him, he was either listening to an opera or singing an opera, or talking about and making up an opera.
But this day Shang Xirui was lying on the table very quietly, writing and copying, with a stack of newspapers beside him, so absorbed that he didn't even hear Xiao Lai creaking the door for Cheng Fengtai. Xiao Lai opened the door, turned and walked away without even looking at Cheng Fengtai, let alone inform Shang Xirui. Cheng Fengtai was so happy, he sneaked into the room and looked behind Shang Xirui. Shang Xirui held the brush and struggled to write, on a piece of paper there were only a dozen large characters written all over the place, each character was stretched out to be extraordinarily huge, his arms and legs stretched beyond the red line, it was horrible. Shang Xirui flicked through the newspaper when he came across a word he couldn't write, flipping through the newspaper loudly, the last article he got together was like this: Du Qi, I haven't seen you for a year, I miss you so much. I want to do some new plays, but none of them are good, the words are sticky, I only want yours. Also, I know that Fan Aling is a violin, and the dulcimer is far inferior to our huqin. It is useless to ask for it, and I hope you will return soon. Shang Xirui.
Writing this half vernacular and half classical Chinese letter already killed Shang Xirui. He breathed a long sigh of relief, held up the letter paper and looked it over, he seemed to be quite satisfied with the fruits of his labor, at least anyone who could read could understand what he wrote, and the goal had been achieved. Straightening up and looking up, seeing Cheng Fengtai, he was startled: "Second Master, when did you come? Don't make a sound!"
Cheng Fengtai said: "I was peeking at Boss Shang's letter to his lover, so what, 'I miss you very much, I hope you will return soon'. Look at this impatience."
Shang Xirui snorted at him, folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope: "You just saw these two sentences! How obscene! This is Du Qi!"
Cheng Fengtai, a flirtatious talent like Du Qi, knew very well that most likely he was sleeping in France and was caught by a foreign girl. Otherwise, there would be no Vatican Aling anywhere in Beiping, and she would make a special trip to France to stay for a year? Only Shang Xirui is so easy to deceive, believe his nonsense.
"You go to write a letter, and Du Qi will come back?"
Shang Xirui said: "I don't know. I'm just urging him. The second master is here!" He took out a piece of paper with Du Qi's address in France, all in foreign language, Shang Xirui struggled to trace these letters , "Second Master, come and copy the address for me."
Cheng Fengtai held the writing brush, feeling something was wrong, and said with a smile: "Second Master can't do this." He took out the pen from his pocket, and copied two lines of cursive characters on the envelope, his foreign characters were written better than Chinese characters Much prettier.
"What's so good about France? One or two go there, they don't come back when they go, and they don't write opera books." Shang Xirui has a kind of self-centered problem, thinking that his opera is a serious matter in the world, It's fun, it's career, and everything else is dispensable. Therefore, I can't figure out Du Qi's reluctance to miss Shu.
Cheng Fengtai struck a match and lit a cigarette, and said: "When I was twelve years old, my father took me and my sister to England and France for a walk. France is great! The women are especially nice, fragrant, white and strong, and they meet people Just hug her and give her a kiss. Your Du Qi, hehe..."
Shang Xirui's face darkened, he didn't know whether he was unhappy to hear Cheng Fengtai talk about women, or Cheng Fengtai slandered Du Qi, he took the envelope away, and said angrily, "Second Master, you're talking nonsense again It's gone!" As he was walking towards the bedroom, Cheng Fengtai followed all the way in, and lay on his back on Shang Xirui's bed. Shang Xirui's bed curtain hung two Peking opera masks they bought when they were visiting the overpass, colorful and frowning, a little scary at first glance, like the masks used by foreigners to ward off evil, only Shang Xirui looked at them kindly .
"Boss Shang, I'll take a break with you in the afternoon. I've made an appointment for dinner."
Shang Xirui asked casually: "Oh. Who are you eating with?"
Cheng Fengtai said: "Come here and I'll tell you."
He always uses this method to deceive Shang Xirui, and Shang Xirui always falls for it. When people approached, Cheng Fengtai pulled his arm and pressed Shang Xirui onto the bed for a kiss. Shang Xirui obediently closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting Cheng Fengtai's tongue invade his mouth, he would also carefully suck it in and smack it lightly. That's all they do now, because Cheng Fengtai's thigh is between Shang Xirui's, and it feels like it's still hanging limply, without any movement at all. Shang Xirui probably didn't want to at all, after the kiss, his big eyes were still clear and untouched by lust, but his breathing was a little messy. Cheng Fengtai's friends are all prostitutes, without him having to ask, they have already taken off their clothes and posted them, there is no Shang Xirui's ignorant style. Besides being looked at by Shang Xirui innocently, Cheng Fengtai lost his energy.
Cheng Fengtai rolled over from Shang Xirui and lay next to him: "Boss Shang, let me tell you, you can't be angry."
"Well. I'm not angry."
Cheng Fengtai deliberated over and over again, but decided to tell the truth, because if a lie is exposed by accident, the consequences would be dire: "Chang Zhixin and I, Fan Lian and I, have to get together every now and then to talk."
Shang Xirui looked very calm: "Oh. That Changzixin said something to you, you have to tell me when you come back!"
Cheng Fengtai said: "What do you want to hear?"
"Listen to everything!"
Cheng Fengtai sighed: "Are you still thinking about them? This is how persistent."
As soon as those two were mentioned, Shang Xirui immediately bared his fangs, beat the bed and threw the pillow, gritted his teeth and said: "Who cares about them, those bitches! I just can't gossip!"
Cheng Fengtai smiled and said: "Then your effort is in vain. Chang Zhixin and Fan Lian are close friends, and I'm just talking nonsense. He is a person who studied law, and his speech is impeccable. Do you expect any gossip from him? ?”
Shang Xirui got up in a jiffy: "Go ahead and talk nonsense! You'd rather talk nonsense with them than listen to a play with me!"
When Cheng Fengtai and Shang Xirui were together, their ears were full and their cocks were starved to death, he said leisurely: "Listen! Doesn't the show start at night? I'm sure I'll be back in the evening to pick you up and buy you a cake, okay?"
Shang Xirui had a sullen face, still a little unhappy.
For the party between Cheng Fengtai and his two brothers-in-law, Chang Zhixin was late, while Fan Lian was early. Fan Lian and the two of them never saw each other, and they were bored waiting, so they invited a girl holding a pipa and singing to the private room to have fun. When Cheng Fengtai entered, he pulled his little hands together and sat on his knees, the two of them were drinking back and forth from the same wine glass, rubbing each other's ears.
Cheng Fengtai pretended to retreat: "Yo, are you busy? Excuse me."
Fan Lian drank the wine in the glass very disappointedly: "Come in when you arrive! Hey, I really know how to choose the time..."
The girl who sang the song had a lot of experience, she stood up gracefully from Fan Lian's knee, picked up the pipa and passed Cheng Fengtai very close, leaving behind a wisp of fragrance.
Cheng Fengtai followed her for a long time, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, it's not bad! He's very good at finding entertainment for himself. He won't let it go for a while."
Fan Lian shook his hand at him: "Brother-in-law, you know me well. I like to be passive. The little girl sees that I am handsome and young, so she throws herself into her arms. I can't push her away."
Cheng Fengtai rubbed off Nuo Kern's clothes and threw them into his mouth, and continued to talk nonsense with a seemingly serious face: "Yes. I know you well, and you don't know how to refuse a girl's kindness. You have a soft heart, a kind heart, and a good heart."
Fan Lian nodded and poured him a glass of wine: "Brother-in-law, you really understand me. I have only one shortcoming, and I am soft-hearted. I can't refuse the girl, for fear of embarrassing her."
"Yes." Cheng Fengtai thought for a while: "Actually, I also have this shortcoming."
The two brothers can talk nonsense like this for a day without getting tired. They don't have a single serious business. In the early years, when Cheng Fengtai first hooked up with Fan Lian to gossip, Fan Lian always showed a look of contempt, twisted his face and frowned, as if to mean: I don't care about these things. They are not interested, and they say behind others that others are very obscene, how can a big man do such a womanly act? But Cheng Fengtai just likes to play with him, so he wants to tarnish his gentlemanly character. After a long time, it is true that the one who is close to the ink is black. Fan Lian would now say with a wretched look: Brother-in-law, I'm only talking to you, don't pass it on to others. Then I poured out some anecdotes. Or persevere in chasing Cheng Fengtai's ass: Brother-in-law, tell me quickly, what's going on with that? Can you still not trust me? I'm tight-lipped. Cheng Fengtai was being chased by him, not to mention how proud he was.
Regarding this kind of thing, Second Mistress had already made a conclusion that Cheng Fengtai was the chief culprit who would destroy everyone wherever he went.
Grinding his teeth until five o'clock, he still couldn't see Chang Zhixin's shadow, so Cheng Fengtai asked casually there. Unexpectedly, Fan Lian was silent for a while, held a melon seed in his lips for a long time before nibbling it, sighed and said, "Zhixin is quite choking now."
Cheng Fengtai raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?"
"Hey, it's hard to say!"
That tone was nothing more than leading Cheng Fengtai to follow up with questions, and Cheng Fengtai followed up with the rules. Fan Lian finally said: "Zhixin is a bit too rigid and straight. You know, the current Yamen is worse than it was in the Qing Dynasty. Zhixin is being squeezed everywhere inside."
Cheng Fengtai said: "I think he is very good at talking, and he is also open-minded, so he won't be difficult to get along with others."
Fan Lian shook his head: "What's the use of having a good relationship with colleagues. He refuses to join forces, flatter others, and file criminal lawsuits. His boss won't tolerate him anymore. He travels half of China on a business trip, and the work he does is also very dangerous. .The salary is only deducted so little, and I can’t afford better cigarettes.”
After hearing this, Cheng Fengtai also found it difficult to deal with, with Chang Zhixin's pride, he would never accept their help.
"It's nothing to suffer outside. In this world, how many men who earn a living outside don't suffer? Even if you and I look at the glory and wealth, when we should bow our heads, we must be like our grandsons. "
What Fan Lian said was the truth, but it was not so pleasant. Cheng Fengtai snorted coldly as he recalled the difficult years when he pretended to be his grandson.
Fan Lian continued: "The most distressing thing is the matter in Zhixin's family."
Cheng Fengtai asked with concern: "Sister-in-law Heping?"
Fan Lian did not answer, and acquiesced.
"The two of them are in such a good relationship, what else can happen?"
"It's not an accident. It's where it is."
Cheng Fengtai looked at Fan Lian, Fan Lian tapped his finger on the table twice, lowered his voice and solemnly said: "They have no children!"
Cheng Fengtai thought it was some shocking secret, so he pushed him disappointedly and laughed: "It's a big deal! It's a big deal even if you don't have children! Chang Zhixin doesn't have any family business that he must have his son inherit. If there is no one, then there is none." Let’s save worry and money! You don’t know how noisy children are!”
Fan Lian smiled: "You are a full man who doesn't know how hungry a hungry man is, and you don't feel back pain when you stand and talk."
Cheng Fengtai wanted to ask more details about their husband and wife, so Chang Zhixin opened the door and walked in. Chang Zhixin came here directly from the court, wearing a neat suit and carrying a briefcase. As soon as he sat down, he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if he was very tired, but he regained his energy after a while, and said with a smile: "Why is the food not served yet, I have been hungry for several days for today's meal gone."
Chang Zhixin didn't know if he was joking, but Fan Lian took it seriously. Thinking about how extravagant and unrestrained the Third Young Master Chang was, he felt very bitter, and hurriedly asked Xiaoer to come to a first-class banquet.
Chang Zhixin looked at Fan Lian, sneered and said, "Lian Er, you are getting more and more careless, do you really think I am a beggar?"
When Chang Zhixin said this, Fan Lian only felt that he was trying to cover up his face, so he apologized with a smile. Cheng Fengtai didn't pay attention to it a few times before, but when he looked closely at Chang Zhixin today, he felt that he was indeed much thinner than when he first met, his nose was straighter, his chin was sharper, and his demeanor was cooler than before. Like a ruthless lawyer. The three of them finished their meal together, and Chang Zhixin ordered some hot dishes to take back for Jiang Mengping to eat, only then did Cheng Fengtai know that they even resigned their servants, presumably it was because of financial reasons.
Chang Zhixin talked and laughed happily as usual, Cheng Fengtai and Fan Lian exchanged a very uncomfortable look. Cheng Fengtai thought to himself, if Shang Xirui knew about their current situation, he would probably call for retribution. That makes it even more uncomfortable. Cheng Fengtai was determined not to tell Shang Xirui anything.