73, Listening to the music in the autumn night, sighing inexplicably
He blocked her hand back and said in a tone as if educating a child: "You have a good chance, little girl."
She glared at him and said angrily: "Master, why are you so stingy!"
He glanced at her lightly, shook his head and said, "Girl, you are too involved in the drama."
This back and forth made Xie Yunshu weak. He sat back in his chair angrily, folded his arms in front of his chest, and accused: "Qiao Ye, you don't even let me eat. It's too much."
He could only say sincerely: "I am doing it for your own good. I don't have time to take care of you when you are sick." He couldn't bear to be alone when he was sick.
"You don't want to, you are a bad husband who evades his responsibilities!" She raised her chin and retorted without looking at him.
Qiao Ye: "..."
Seeing that he didn't respond, Xie Yunshu became even more angry, "You still don't pay attention to me!"
He saw that she seemed to be making a fuss, so he picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Snack food, are you trying to make trouble with me just for one meal?"
"..." Xie Yunshu fell silent. It's not easy for the CEO's wife. He has given himself so many nicknames: fool, foodie, maid, and second-rate.
Seeing her silence, Qiao Ye put down his chopsticks and suggested, "Let's do this. I'll ask Furong to take you to listen to the guzheng for a while. The Jiangnan Silk and Bamboo Performance has almost started at this time."
She immediately became interested, but still couldn't let go of her half-full stomach.
"It turns out that the hostess's name is Furong. Then you promise me to bring some back later, and I'll eat them later."
He pressed the service bell on the table and replied helplessly: "Okay, I'll bring some back for you."
Only then did she feel relieved. Looking at the delicacies on the table, a lot of them had already been consumed by the two of them. She smiled and said, "Master, please take it easy. I'll step back." After saying that, she walked out of the small pavilion and followed the waiter outside to the front hall.
Qiao Ye laughed in his heart and said it was nonsense, and watched her walk out of the house.
Assuming that he had married the daughter of a colleague, she should have been quarreling with him for the interests of the two families. But he accidentally met her, an ordinary woman, and they actually argued over whether she should be fed. Although it was trivial, it was revealing.
Warmth.
Xie Yunshu walked with the waiter for a while, and then heard the sound of silk and bamboo gradually becoming clearer.
Looking back at the front hall from a distance, the dim lights were elegance. A woman stood by the door, saw her coming, and slowly approached her.
Xie Yunshu then saw clearly that it was Mrs. Furong and asked, "Mrs. Furong, why are you here?"
Furong handed over a red windbreaker and said kindly: "It's cold at night in autumn. These are my clothes. You can wear them first."
Xie Yunshu didn't expect that she would be so attentive, so he excused himself and said, "That's not good, no need."
Fleur smiled and asked, "Do you want Mr. Qiao to take off his coat for you and then make him sick?"
Qiao Ye was busy with work, so of course he couldn't get sick. Xie Yunshu thought what she said made sense, so he had to take the windbreaker from her and put it on.
Only then did Furong take her arm with her and walk to the front hall with satisfaction. At this time, the previous guests had removed their cups and plates, drank tea, and listened to the performances of several young women in the hall.
Xie Yunshu only felt that the tune was melodious, sometimes affectionate and sometimes graceful. He couldn't understand the meaning of the tune, so he asked Furong at the side: "Mrs. Furong, what is the name of this tune?"
Furong turned around and replied: "This is "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace", which expresses the feeling of being lonely and unfavored in the palace."
Only then did Xie Yunshu realize that the scene shown in the tune was indeed that scene. In the palace at night, the heroine played the pipa to the moon alone, lamenting the bad luck and lack of kindness.
