Cheng Ting left home angrily, and Wu Jin deliberately took him to Shishi Street. However, Cheng Ting wanted to drink to drown his sorrows, so he refused to go and walked all the way to Yuhua Street.
Yu Hua Street is brightly lit, and there are a lot of bright lights. The young heroes gather together, shoulder to shoulder, and the carriages and horses are difficult to move. The laughter spreads from countless mouths, along with the music, wine, gold cups and silver cups, cherry-colored lipstick, timid rain and shy clouds. The meanings are intertwined into a Yuhua Street full of ambiguous and romantic things.
Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting: "This is not a place to drink."
"This is the place for drinking." Cheng Ting arranged himself in front of the water tank, rolled up his sleeves, smoothed his bun with wet hands, and patted the dust on his body: "I'm so hungry today."
He washed his face again and looked at Wu Jin with water in his eyes.
Wu Jin's body was soaked with sweat. The blouse stuck to his chest and back, covering his thin figure. His hair was dark green and damp, and there was a feeling of depression between his eyebrows and eyes.
He could see that Wu Jin was confused about Yuhua Street.
Wu Jin is familiar with the streets of Yuhua Street, but every door on Yuhua Street has never been opened to him. As far as he knows, this is a gold-selling cave, a sea of fireworks, and a dirty and dirty place where people live in dissolute ways. Place.
Cheng Ting cleaned up his head and said, "I'll take you to cool off."
He took a step forward and grabbed Wu Jin's sleeves as if he was afraid that he would run away. He walked to a swallow restaurant with an open door. There were many diners inside and the aroma of wine was overwhelming. The waiter came to greet him, but Cheng Ting didn't look sideways. , taking Wu Jin only to walk back.
There was another door behind the ordinary Yan Pavilion. There were two waiters standing by the door. Without asking any questions, they opened the door when Cheng Ting was about to go in.
After entering the door, there is another path. After walking through the path, there are two more gates with two red lanterns hanging and two waiters guarding them.
One of them recognized Cheng Ting and immediately smiled and said, "Master Cheng is here."
Then the two men stepped forward and pushed the door open, one on the left and the other on the right.
As soon as the door opened, a cool breeze immediately hit the skirt of his clothes, as cold as autumn. The sweat on Wu Jin's body caused the cool breeze to quickly converge, and it was instantly trapped in the Xuan Mansion.
Wu Jin's body also tightened, his head seemed to be drowsy, and his eyes closed involuntarily.
Then I opened my eyes and looked in. I saw that there were railings and wine seats all around. I saw dazzling carved eaves reflecting the sun, painted buildings with flying clouds, and gold and silver in different colors. Even the corners were filled with jade trees, the five colors complement each other, and they were piled up. A place of extreme wealth and wealth.
The water in the courtyard stirs up a fan, the sound is like the sound of a spring, and the water mist splashes like a bead curtain. There is also a high platform from which the sounds of silk and bamboo orchestras come from.
There are already many men sitting around the patio, all of them are rich or noble, wearing gold and silver. The prostitutes leaning on the railing are dressed in gauze, vying to smile coquettishly, with jasmine heads and gleaming eyes.
Cheng Ting found an empty table and chair and dragged Wu Jin over. He couldn't walk more than two or three steps when someone greeted him, saying "Mr. Cheng", "Brother Cheng", "Nephew" and "Little Brother" along the way. The shouts kept coming, and Cheng Ting responded all over the place. He didn't know whether he was smiling or crying. After sitting down, he planned to rob the prefect Cheng and ask for the best wine and the best food.
As soon as he sat down, another person came to raise a glass. While toasting, he looked at Wu Jin, wondering who this shabby student was.
These eyes were far sharper than those of the neighbors on Shishi Street, as if they wanted to see Wu Jin's flesh and blood, to see whose family he belonged to, which family he was related to, and what his background was in Kuanzhou.
Wu Jin was on pins and needles.
The sight was bearable, but the smell made him dizzy and stuffy. Floating in the corridor, there was the smell of candle oil, wine, women's powder, and cold wind and cold water. They all mixed together, as if the entire restaurant was wrapped in naked clothes. In the body, it is sticky and slippery.
He wanted to go out to enjoy the hot air outside and take a sip of hot tea. When he looked at Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting had already drank half the pot of bitter wine of love.
Cheng Ting noticed his gaze and thought he was shocked by this place, so he patted his shoulder and pointed at the stage half higher than the ground: "Look up there, burp——"
This time he burped wine.
The smell of alcohol sprayed on Wu Jin's face. Wu Jin couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed Cheng Ting's face away with a slap and looked towards the high platform. The sound of playing and playing on it continued, but suddenly there was a group of women, half-clothed and playing in the music. He danced gracefully.
Wu Jin felt that her whole body was stiff and her scalp was numb. She looked away, but suddenly she heard a wave of shouts and calls from the crowd around her. When she turned around to look at the stands, the women had already taken off their shirts.
The sound of gongs and drums became more and more urgent, and the sound of the piano became more and more high-pitched. Dancers in white flowers were flying around the stage. The crowd of onlookers fell into a strange carnival, throwing their fingers, jade pendants, and flowers on their heads onto the stage. , the shouts were like big waves, hitting Wu Jin one after another.
In this place, they broke free from everything that restrained them and showed their worst appearance.
Flowers fell randomly and hit Wu Jin on the head. Wu Jin's heart also made a "dong-dong" sound with the gongs and drums. He rubbed his forehead vigorously and went to see Cheng Ting. Cheng Ting just drank. He drank a few sips and wiped a handful. Tears, two more sips, and blowing your nose.
"...How can he be such a father, sister Huiran...I don't have the shame to see her again...Married so far away, there is nothing good about it, and I can't get used to it. If she is wronged in the future, who will support her... "
His voice was drowned in the crowd around him. Wu Jin had a headache from the noise. He couldn't help but knead the roots of the mountain. He vaguely heard someone say the words "Mo Jiedushi".
He subconsciously looked up and saw the Mo brothers and sisters - a group of people came in surrounded by stars.
Mo Qianlan always wears one more thing than others. She also wears a crane cloak on top of her soap-colored tunic-collared gown. Mo Lingfeng is afraid of the heat, so she only wears a silver-red long sleeved gown with two ties. Her hair was in a corner bun, some soft short velvet was scattered on her forehead, her face was a little damp, and the gold collar around her neck pressed down on her clothes, reflecting a hazy golden light on her chin.
The agitated crowd just now became more and more surging, rushing forward. Mo Lingfeng's glance around was soon drowned by the crowd.
Wu Jin did not step forward or shout, and continued to sit there feeling uncomfortable.
Mo Lingfeng followed Mo Qianlan to take a seat on the second floor. The waiters and prostitutes in the Yan Pavilion came forward like water, lifted up the gauze curtains for them, laid out the fruits, and poured wine.
Mo Qianlan reached out and picked a grape, peeled it and put it into Mo Lingfeng's mouth.
Today on the Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Lingfeng watched the dragon boat racing. He was very happy at this time, his eyes were shining. After eating the grapes and drinking a glass of nectar cold water, he suddenly said to Mo Qianlan: "Brother, it's too noisy."
Mo Qianlan smiled and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
Mo Lingfeng peeled off the grape skins himself: "Xi Qin."
"Yunsheng," Mo Qianlan turned to look at Wang Zhizhou, "You are a regular here, who plays the Xiqin well?"
"Mei Chou'er," Wang Zhizhou turned to call the old bustard, "get rid of these monsters below, let Chou'er go up and play the piano, and tell her not to take Qiao. If Miss Mo wants to listen, just play "Wind and Snow Cold"."
The madam agreed repeatedly and trotted all the way to invite her court lady.
