"Originally, Mr. Hou was very happy during the meal and even sang for us. The atmosphere was very good. So I suggested that we go into the night and continue singing. Everyone was in great spirits."
Yang Fan listened quietly, knowing that he was about to get to the point.
Lin Miao sighed and continued: "When we arrived at Coconut Color, everyone was very high. I also drank wine. I teased Mr. Hou. Although he is usually a well-mannered man, he is about the same age as us. He always pretends to be mature, and I
I planned to tease him. Actually, I didn’t mean any harm. I suggested calling some princesses and young masters to accompany the wine. I specially ordered the most expensive one for Mr. Hou."
Hearing this, Yang Fan had already guessed it, he sighed and continued to listen.
"Then the princess walked in and she was really beautiful. But Mr. Hou, who was sitting on the sofa, turned around and when our eyes met, Mr. Hou dropped his wine glass. At first, I thought Mr. Hou was stunned and was about to make a few jokes.
Xingzi saw something was wrong and quickly gave me a hand."
Yang Fan's heart sank. Although he had been supporting Qin Xiaoyu during those three years, he had heard about the high school incident. Monkey had been pursuing a girl from the county town and was said to be very beautiful. When he went to see Monkey, Monkey
Point it out to him from a distance.
"What's the name of that princess? Is she expensive?" Yang Fan asked.
"It seems her name is Qin Weiwei. The tip for the wine company is 3,000 yuan. It is considered the highest reward in that place." Lin Miao said.
"Mr. Hou collapsed immediately and collapsed on the sofa. Tears gushed out like spring water. We were all dumbfounded. We didn't know what to do."
Yang Fan let out a long sigh and said, "If something like this happens to me, I will collapse. In high school, I chased the goddess that I couldn't catch for three years, but I actually paid 3,000 yuan in KTV. Life is so unpredictable."
Yang Fan didn't have a good impression of the Qin family. The local Qin family was a rich family with a large population. He knew that Qin Weiwei, who was prettier than Qin Xiaoyu, had gone somewhere. I heard that she also went to school in the imperial capital. The current students were really hard to describe.
Yang Fan didn't know what to say.
"What was her reaction then?" Yang Fan asked angrily.
Lin Miao sighed and said: "That girl is so beautiful, I feel pity for her. She also has a gentle personality. In addition to her initial shock, she also shed tears when she saw the monkey crying like this. But she still
Calmly, I took the tissue from the sister behind me, gently leaned down on Mr. Hou, and wiped Mr. Hou's tears while shedding tears."
"The head waiter in the private room I reserved knows me and must have told me before I came here that I must serve these guests well. Those princesses are very good at getting things done. But Mr. Hou cried all night. His mood was completely broken and everyone was stunned.
It’s useless. They say that men don’t shed tears easily. Mr. Hou, a smart and capable man, cries like a puddle of mud. I feel very guilty because of this.”
"Later, Qin Weiwei was worried and insisted on sending Mr. Hou back. The neighboring province is far away, and he would definitely not be able to go back at night. Usually people from the base book a hotel in the city. I asked my driver to take my Maybach
I sent them off. I don’t know what they talked about in the middle of the night. Mr. Hou’s secretary called Xingzi at around three o’clock and said that Mr. Hou had been sent to the hospital. Mr. Hou had epilepsy, and we didn’t know it. Maybe it was too much stimulation.
I fell ill. I was sent to the hospital from the hotel. We will take care of Mr. Hou today and will not come back until tonight."
Yang Fan was silent, everyone was young and had their own green past.
Each generation has its own happiness, and each generation has its own disaster.
This world is always so cruel, with a shadow in front of the skin and a cold state, and a knife sharpened behind the back and a cold heart. In this dirty world, the world is soft, and the poor people laugh at the poor people. The monkey is not crying for her, but for his own youth.
"I don't blame you for this. This is the monkey's own disaster. It doesn't matter if you can't avoid it. I'm far away and can't go back. Please look after the monkey for me. Let's see how he handles this matter.
If he doesn't continue to associate with Qin Weiwei, it's strange for a monkey to be alone. If you have good classmates or friends, you can wait for him to calm down and introduce him to him. A sweet love can heal the wounds of the soul. The mountains of the imperial capital
Well, if the water is good, the girl will be better. Let him find a good girl in the imperial capital."
"The most helpless thing in life is when you are helpless and meet someone you want to protect for the rest of your life."
If the monkey chooses Qin Weiwei in the end, Yang Fan can only hope that she can treat this sincerity well. After all, a man can turn over your worst side and treat you as before. If you still can't treat him well, your conscience will be tortured.
have eaten.
Yang Fan came back a little depressed. Tu Shanyue and the others were very discerning and saw something was wrong, but the master didn't say anything and they didn't dare to ask. In this era of the late Ming Dynasty, girls were very virtuous and their husbands were their god.
No matter how wronged you are, treat your husband tenderly.
At home, they always dress up beautifully for their husbands to see.
They are the first ones in the family to get up. They light the fire to cook first, and when the meal is ready, they start putting on makeup. When their husbands wake up, they show their most beautiful looks to their husbands.
It's not like those modern girls who are glamorous and beautiful outside, but look like ghosts at home. They only put on makeup for outsiders to see. They don't show their most beautiful side to the people who love them most. They always complain that their boyfriends don't care about them.
It's better when you're passionately in love.
I really don’t know what to say, but I still plausibly say that if I love her, I have to accept her shortcomings. I don’t even care about my own marriage. If there is a problem, I will call the man a pig’s hooves and not a good thing.
I have never paid, but I always want to have it, but this world is a world of equal exchange.
After Yang Fan sat back on the small table, Tu Shanyue and Lin Yueru immediately came up to him, each holding one of Yang Fan's arms. They asked gently: "Master, is there anything unhappy about you?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just feeling a little emotional."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When Tu Shanyue heard this, he quickly said: "Master, I haven't written a poem for a long time. If you feel something in your heart, why not write a poem."
Xiao Niangpi is a good reader and likes poetry very much, especially those written by her husband. The poems are all of high quality. Chen Xi and Mei Xiang also came over to watch the master write poems. Chen Xi, a young talented girl, knows what is good. She loves the master's talent to death.
This era is not like that of later generations, where poets are inferior to dogs and writers are everywhere.
In this era, thousands of years of civilization are still respected, and the society is tolerant and even doting on talented people. Not only can they be proud of the princes in white clothes, but even the emperor can't even come on board the ship.
Yang Fan suppressed the sadness in his heart, thought about it, and wrote:
I forgot the peaches and plums, missed the mulberry and hemp, and missed the Danxia at dusk.
Three-story building, three-foot window screens.
Embroider two branches of spring, two swallows, and two flowers.
The passing light is gone, I cling to the wind and moon, and ask my beloved where to call home.
The original heart is not broken, but the longing is reduced to rubbish!
Swallow a lifetime of love, a liter of wine, and speak of her.
Xiao Niangpi praised: "The master shows his true feelings and the writing is really good."
Lin Yueru immediately refused and said softly: "Master, please write another one. It's really good."
Yang Fan had no choice but to write again:
Yesterday the flowers were withered, today they are blooming. The beauty is on the window sill again.
The morning is shaken by water and dew, and the evening is stained by dust.
It's like waiting for someone to pick it, waiting for the clouds to disperse, and waiting for the wind to come.
The fragrance fades, the fragrance disappears, thank you for the care of time.
Like you, the past is buried deep.
The last thing I can't say is, I don't want to think about it, I can't even guess it.
Yang Fan's poems always have a strong emotional color and can always touch the depths of the soul. It is said that poetry expresses aspirations, songs sing words, the sound is eternal, and the rhythm is harmonious. Tu Shanyue, Lin Yueru and others looked at each other.
, the master’s two poems of xingxiangzi seem to be expressing something.
"Master, do you have a girl you like outside? If so, bring her back to the house. I am not a jealous person. She is a girl from a brothel. It doesn't matter. Our family does not care about family status.
Origin, as long as you like it." Xiao Niangpi said coquettishly.
Lin Yueru snorted in displeasure and glanced at Tu Shanyue.
Yang Fan was stunned and said with a smile: "Where did you think you were? You still don't know if I have anyone outside. This is just to express my feelings for what happened to a friend of mine."
One of them is an intelligence officer, and the other is very meticulous. In their eyes, he is transparent and there is no secret. In this era, women are most concerned about their husbands, especially vixens outside, and are very wary of them.
Yang Fan lovingly stretched out his paw and messed up Tu Shanyue's hair. He burst out laughing and his mood improved a lot. Yang Fan always found happiness in teasing the little girl. He always enjoyed it.
Tu Shanyue's face flushed in anger, she reached her little hand to his waist, found the familiar piece of soft flesh, and twisted it around.
This era is so good. No matter how unruly and willful a girl is, once she gets married, she will become more and more gentle, more obedient and respectful to her husband. After giving birth to a child and gaining motherhood, she will become more gentle and considerate. Yang Fan
