Chapter 90: Performing Liyue's drama at the New Year's Eve of Ina-wife
When Yun Mo heard what Yun Jin said, his eyes suddenly lit up and he had a bold idea in his mind. Yun Mo approached Yun Jin and asked, "I wonder how long Mrs. Qiluo has been keeping your house?"
"Mrs. Qiluo said that we will listen to your arrangements, and the time will be arranged by you. We have collected the deposit and will return to Liyue to collect the balance after we finish singing the opera for you." Yun Jin replied politely and gracefully.
The sound of pansy clouds is like the cry of orioles, just like the springs in mountain streams. It sounds particularly pleasant and makes people feel comfortable all over.
As Yun Mo listened, he recalled the crisp voice of the famous Peking Opera actor he had heard on Earth on the drama channel. He wanted to give the Dao Wife people a good life at Dao Wife's New Year's Eve.
The two of them talked while walking, walking from Hanamizaka to the machi street, and the appearance of Yun Jin made passers-by look at her with suspicion.
Along the way, Yunmo kept introducing Dao's wife's customs and customs, which made people feel emotional.
"I wonder if Miss Yun Jin would like to have dinner with me?" Yun Mo asked Yun Jin when he saw that he had arrived at the Shimura House.
Yun Jin was stunned for a moment, her expression slightly unnatural, and a trace of blush appeared on her fair cheeks.
Yun Mo realized that he might have been a little abrupt and said quickly: "I'm being presumptuous. I just want to discuss the hall affairs with Miss Yun Jin. I wonder if you can accept it?"
Yun Jin covered her cheeks with a playpan and whispered: "Actually, that's not the reason."
"Hmm? Miss Yun Jin, what did you say?"
"I'm just not used to eating with men, but if it's to talk about work, it's okay. After all, you have to eat." Yun Jin looked at Yun Mo with a playful look, a faint smile on her lips.
Yi said.
"That's it!" Yun Mo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Yun Jin's words. It seemed that he was overthinking.
Yun Jin heard this and hummed softly.
At this time, a crisp and sweet bird call came to the ears of the two of them.
Listening to the sweet chirping of birds, Yun Mo felt extremely friendly and couldn't help but look up to the sky.
Under the night, a piece of colorful auspicious clouds were floating in the mid-air. The clouds were rolling and the clouds were shrouded in mist. Under the auspicious clouds, a white jade staircase was vaguely visible. On the staircase, an ancient house stood on it.
The lights from the lanterns hanging on the mansion swayed in the wind, like flower petals blooming at night, and looked extremely dreamy under the clouds.
Shimuraya is a must-visit place for gourmets who want to eat Inazuma. Not only do they have various specialties from Inazuma, but the chefs inside also cook special delicacies from other six countries, so this place has become a popular destination for many travelers.
The only choice.
Yun Mo is also a frequent visitor here, so the two of them quickly booked a room after entering, which was a Liyue-style private room.
Yun Jin looked at the furnishings in the room with some surprise. They were antique and gave people a strong classical atmosphere.
The Eight Immortals Table is placed in the center of the room. There are various fine wines and various dishes on the table.
On the red sandalwood shelf on the left is a large plate from a large official kiln, which contains dozens of delicate yellow and exquisite Buddha hands. On the right, a white jade chime hangs on the lacquer shelf, and a small hammer hangs next to it.
There are several famous paintings hanging on the surrounding walls, and the paintings are all painted with precious treasure patterns, which are lifelike.
There are two tea cups placed in the center of the Eight Immortals table, with hot tea in the cups. A couplet hangs on the wall next to it:
Peaches and plums in spring, chrysanthemums in autumn.
Although the autumn season has passed, the winter chrysanthemums are still in full bloom.
The flowering period of winter chrysanthemums is twenty-one days, and today happens to be twenty-one. The chrysanthemums have just bloomed, and the fragrance is fragrant.
"I like the winter chrysanthemums here very much. What flower do you like?" Yun Mo picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Yun Jin.
Yun Jin took the tea cup and took a sip. The faint fragrance of tea filled her lips and teeth.
"Compared with the winter chrysanthemums that bloom at the same time, I prefer the cold plum blossoms that are proud of the cold snow." Yun Jin said with a faint smile.
Yun Mo looked at the tea soup that was as green as crystal and glowing with luster in the tea cup, and took a gentle sniff. The aroma of the tea leaves slowly slid down the tip of his tongue, refreshing his heart and mind.
He took a gentle sip of the tea soup.
A sweet taste explodes on the tip of the tongue, refreshing the heart and mind, making people feel refreshed.
"This is really a rare good tea." Yun Mo looked at Yun Jin and said in admiration.
After Yun Mo finished speaking, he saw Yun Jin also pick up the tea cup, take a sip of the tea soup, and then slowly put down the tea cup. A delicate cheek was shrouded in the quiet moonlight, as beautiful as a fairy.
"Let's talk about the meeting." Yun Mo put the teacup on the table again, changed the subject, and said, "I hope you can play a song at the Inazuma New Year Festival in seven days. Is it difficult?
Is your troupe here?"
Yun Jin nodded and said: "Everyone is here, but do we want to perform Inazuma's special show? If necessary, we will have to prepare for a while."
"Of course, I will let the people from the society handle the matter with you." Yun Mo snapped his fingers: "Haoyou!"
There was silence in the room. Yun Jin looked at Yun Mo with some confusion. What was the man in front of her doing?
"..."
Yun Mo picked up a piece of peony cake on the table and threw it to the corner. A head suddenly appeared from the corner and held the peony cake in his mouth.
"Haoyou, you idiot, are you trying to fish again?" Yun Mo looked at Zaoyou as if he hated iron.
"Why are there so many fish masters around me?"
"I'm tired and hungry, and you won't give me an annual leave." Zaoyou licked his mouth, swallowed the peony cake in his mouth, and said with an aggrieved look.
"A starving ghost is reincarnated. I don't even have annual leave, so you should save it." Yun Mo stretched out his hand and poked Zaoyou's forehead.
"This is this?" Yun Jin looked at the sudden appearance of a girl in black in the room. She looked at the girl in black curiously. Her eyes fell on the girl, with a trace of doubt between her eyebrows.
"I am a poor little ninja who is being exploited by boss Yunmo. Who are you?" Zaoyu said with a miserable smile to Yun Jin.
"Don't talk nonsense." Yun Mo patted Zaoyou on the head, then looked at Yun Jin, with a gentle smile on his face. He stood up and walked to Yun Jin's side and said, "This is mine.
My subordinate, called Zaoyu, is also a member of the club, and she will take you to see the person in charge regarding the New Year's Festival."
"Hello Zaoyou, my name is Yun Jin." Yun Jin stretched out her hand to Zaoyou.
"Hello." Zaoyou held Yun Jin's hand and then let go.
Zaoyou lay on Yunmo's shoulder and asked with a gossipy face: "New fish pond?"
"Your skin is itchy, right?" Yun Mo pinched Zao You's fair and tender face.
Zaoyou shrank his neck and said with a flattering look on his face: "No, how dare I? Just spare me."
"Huh, you are smart. She is a drama artist from Liyue. I hope she can perform at the New Year's Eve. Remember to take her to see the head of the Shenli family tomorrow." Yunmo patted Zaoyou's head gently:
"Don't follow me tomorrow, I have something to do, remember?"
"Okay, but how do you report Miss Kamisato?"
"You just said I went to catch ghosts."
"Boss, you are talking nonsense again."
"Cut the nonsense."
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Yun Jin watched the conversation between the two ninjas. She held the hem of her skirt and elegantly walked towards the guzheng placed in the room.
The slender jade fingers pressed on the strings, and strands of smooth and melodious music flowed out from between the fingers, like gurgling water, turning into tiny notes in the air.
The bright moon hung high, the stars twinkled, and the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the whole room and Yun Jin's face. A pair of bright eyes were as clear as day, and the water-like eyes shone in the moonlight, as if they were the moonlight.