The dancers on the high platform withdrew, and the orchestral music suddenly stopped. The Yan Pavilion briefly returned to the human world. Without the cover of the music, people's voices became particularly noisy and harsh.
The kind of laughter and laughter stripped away from worldly morality, with no morality left, every word was filled with fame and fortune, the sound shook the roof and poured into Wu Jin's ears, making him even more miserable.
Just when he was bored, a sound of music suddenly came from the second floor. It was not a harp or a pipa, but a deep, sad sound, trembling from the bow and strings, and resounded all around.
The crowd that had been furious just now gradually calmed down, and their high-pitched talks turned into whispers. They were speculating at first, and then excited. They held their breath and looked upstairs.
Cheng Ting blew his nose loudly and abruptly, and drank another drink.
Xi Qin's lonely and melancholy voice sounded again, covering up the "gurgling" sound made by the waterwheel when it was turning, and also covering up the "clattering" sound of the running water, as if heavy snow was coming, and the cold air surging out of the waterwheel,
It also suddenly gave me goosebumps.
The wind and snow are stubborn and arrogant, the cold is biting to the bone, the sky is vast, the sky is high, the wild horses are pacing, they all fall into the mournful sound of the piano, and after passing through the time, they return to this prosperous Yan Pavilion.
Wu Jin's depression was mostly washed away by the sound of Xi Qin.
After the song, the lingering sound lingered, and the listeners were silent. After a while, someone suddenly shouted "Hello", and then a huge burst of cheers broke out.
The word "Mei Chou'er" is constantly being passed around in everyone's mouth. This oiran lady, with a bow and two strings, is famous in Kuanzhou, but she has not appeared in front of everyone for a long time. At this time, no one has arrived, but the sound of the piano has come.
, has made everyone present today feel like listening to fairy music.
While cheering, everyone wondered who had invited this cold and arrogant courtesan.
Wu Jin didn't move for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he felt his face was cold. When he reached out and touched it, he realized that he had shed tears at some point.
But Cheng Ting burst into tears, opened his mouth and denounced the person who asked Mei Chou'er to come out: "Who is so wicked and invites people to play Xiqin? Isn't this a stab in my heart?"
He stood up unsteadily and ran out staggeringly: "I won't listen anymore, I won't listen anymore."
Wu Jin shed tears, quickly stood up and walked to Cheng Ting, put one hand under Cheng Ting's armpit, and lifted him up: "I will take you back."
"I won't go back!" Cheng Ting was already drunk, sliding down and resisting with a big tongue, "I won't go back, I will sever the father-son relationship with him and never go back in this life!"
Then he turned around and told the waiter: "Hang on Cheng Taishan's account!"
Wu Jin pulled him up with great strength: "Then go to my house."
He slipped Cheng Tingti out. Cheng Ting's soul was still excited and he was muttering endlessly, but his body was already as soft as cotton. After taking two steps, he started to slide down. Wu Jin had to stretch out a hand and hold him in his arms.
Around yourself.
After the two of them walked out, Mo Lingfeng suddenly put down the grapes in his hands, jumped off his chair, passed by a square table on the second floor, and then crossed the straight bridge connecting the diners in front, and randomly picked a restaurant with a dining table.
He went to the pavilion on the street and broke in.
The pavilion was full of diners raising their glasses. Seeing Mo Lingfeng's sudden arrival, they were all puzzled. They wanted to ask questions, but they saw that Mo Lingfeng had already opened the window and looked out.
The crowd was bustling, and she immediately spotted Wu Jin, who was hunched over and hugging Cheng Ting.
The big red lantern hanging in the corridor of the Yan Pavilion just shines on his face, and because he is bent over, the shadow of his brow bone is cast on the eye sockets, and the shadow of the eyelashes is cast on his cheekbones. Only the bridge of his nose is high, and in the shadow
Under the background, it becomes more and more like carving with a knife and an axe.
Mo Lingfeng was condescending and saw clearly every ups and downs, every expression, and every movement he made.
Wu Jin didn't notice this look, and just struggled to carry Cheng Ting home.
Cheng Ting was already quite heavy, but after he was drunk, his body became even heavier. He was still leaning on Wu Jin, and Wu Jin had to put in a lot of effort to support him.
After finally reaching Shishi Street, Wu Jin saw Pang Dahai carrying a baggage.
"Third Master!" Pang Dahai hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out an arm, and Wu Jin held Cheng Ting on the left and right, "Master Wu, thank you for your hard work. Madam asked you to be patient. She will come to pick up Third Master tomorrow.
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Wu Jin was unable to think about tomorrow at this time. The sweat on his forehead had already fallen into his mouth. He walked in with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Before he could go five steps out, Cheng Ting suddenly stood up and screamed.
Wu Jin couldn't hear a single word he said clearly, but Cheng Ting suddenly became energetic and struggled to run out. After taking one step out, he fell down and was eaten by a dog.
"Third Master!"
Pang Dahai hurriedly went over to help him, but Cheng Ting had turned into a puddle of mud. He couldn't hold him or hold him up, and his hands became slippery.
Wu Jin quickly stepped forward and helped him up with Pang Dahai. This time he heard clearly what he said: "The smell won't go away."
"Okay, then I'll take you home." Wu Jin picked him up and the three of them walked arm in arm, but Cheng Ting didn't go either and kept twisting and rolling.
"No, don't go, puppy, go to the puppy's house."
A half-year-old child came out to pee on Shishi Street. Seeing this, his jaw almost dropped: "Brother Jin... you..."
"He drank too much," Wu Jin grabbed Cheng Ting and said, "Let's go."
The three of them were like a couple of gods, entangled and went to Mo's house, knocked on the corner door, and wanted to stay here for one night.
It was inconvenient for Pang Dahai to enter the Mo Mansion, so he could only hand the baggage to Wu Jin and return to the Mansion to report that he was safe.
The Mo brothers and sisters had not returned, and the whole Mo Mansion was silent. In Jiusixuan, the big yellow dog bared its teeth at Cheng Ting, and Cheng Ting kicked him: "Get away, Cheng Taishan!"
The big yellow dog never expected that one day he would be Cheng Ting's father, so he immediately barked.
"vomit" Cheng Ting replied with a huge vomit.
The big yellow dog ran away, and Jiusixuan's servants did not want to take over this hard work. They pretended to be busy, making tea, bringing hot water, taking handkerchiefs, and making beds. In the end, only Qi Chang looked like a little daughter-in-law who was being bullied.
Like, carrying a bucket out to wash the floor.
Cheng Ting squatted on the ground, vomited twice, cried twice, and vomited twice more. He couldn't vomit anymore and refused to leave, whimpering.
Wu Jin pulled Cheng Ting into the east wing like a carrot, pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and went to twist the handkerchief himself.
"Hiccup -" Cheng Ting burped for no apparent reason. He took off his shirt, spread his legs, stretched his hands down, bent his waist inch by inch, and finally buried his head in his crotch, trying to take off his shoes.
"Be careful!" Before he finished speaking, Wu Jin saw Cheng Ting falling to the ground like a melon and rolling around.
He quickly threw away the handkerchief and went to help Cheng Ting. Cheng Ting was lying on the ground, his body turned into a cauliflower snake by the prefect Cheng, and he was still talking loudly.
Wu Jin single-handedly put him back on the bed, took off his two big shoes, wiped him quickly with a handkerchief, walked to the door, ordered a cup of strong tea, asked Cheng Ting to sit firmly on the bed, and drank it
in his mouth.
Tea blocked Cheng Ting's mouth. People had made enough noise. His eyelids were too heavy to lift up. He was drowsy. He rubbed his eyes vigorously. He reluctantly raised his eyelids and looked at Wu Jin: "She doesn't like me.