Li Han’s Little Farmer’s Wife from the Mountains

Accompanied by a soft greeting, a woman in her thirties stopped in front of her. The woman had a high bun, phoenix hairpin and beaded green, and she was wearing a pink-blue garland with rabbit fur, and her appearance was gorgeous. With a smile at the corners of her lips, her shrewd Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, looking up and down Shen Ruolan.

Shen Ruolan is already in new clothes. Although not gorgeous, she is still decent, at least she won't be discriminated against by others as a beggar. She stood there calmly, met the woman's gaze, and said openly: "That's right, I'm here to find Sister Hongmian."

The woman raised her eyebrows: "Do you know Cotton Tree Drive?"

Shen Ruolan shook her head, "I don't recognize it."

The woman smiled. Lan pointed up lightly, touched the tassel on the hairpin, and said slowly: "Since the little girl doesn't recognize Kapok, just tell me what's the matter. My surname is Qin. I am a drunk flower. Yin mother, you can call me Mother Qin, but I have to remind you one thing, the Kapok girl is our drunk yin oiran lady, her body is delicate and expensive, and not everyone can see her."

Shen Ruolan didn't expect that she would meet her mother who was drunk Huayin all of a sudden. This is easier to handle. She curled her lips and said, "Since you are the mother here, then I will speak bluntly. Let me tell you, I'm here now to relieve Sister Hongmian's worries."

"Relieve Kapok?"

The woman hesitated twice, her tone a little disdainful: "The little girl has a good tone. Tell me, what sorrow do we have about the Cotton Tree Drive that you need to resolve? How can you relieve the Worry of the Cotton Tree Drive."

Shen Ruolan paused, and deliberately said: "An old acquaintance of Girl Kapok has not come to visit for a long time. Girl Kapok is sad about this. Mom, am I right?"

She said very implicitly. In this kind of place, you can stop at anything, and you can't say bluntly that the sponsor of Girl Kapok will not come to patronize, because the girl Kapok is so anxious that she can’t eat and sleep well. See it, even though this is the case, there are some things that can't be stated clearly even if they are facts. It's too hurtful.

The woman's smile froze, and it was obvious that Shen Ruolan was right.

"Then how do you plan to help our Kapok worry?"

Shen Ruolan said: "I heard that the old acquaintance of the Kapok girl likes to listen to music, and only went elsewhere because of the freshness of other people's music. I heard that the appearance of the new love is not as good as one or two of the Kapok girl. If the Kapok girl learns a few very nice tunes, I am not afraid that someone will not come to join us."

"You can sing a song?" Mother Qin heard her intentions.

Shen Ruolan said without humility: "Exactly."

Mother Qin looked at her for a while. The little girl looked yellow and thin, like a child from a poor family, but she didn't have the kind of timidity of a child from a poor family. She spoke with a degree of advancing and retreating. She talked with self-confidence and determination that did not match her image, an old **** was there, calm and relaxed, so she couldn't see through the little girl for a while.

"Okay, then ask the girl to follow me."

If you don't see it through, let's take one step at a time. Anyway, a little girl with a yellow face and thin skin doesn't have the ability to do anything to harm the interests of Drunk Huayin.

Mother Qin led Shen Ruolan to the backyard.

The backyard is big, like a maze, winding all the way, passing many heads, and arriving at a place, not a building, but three bungalows, very gorgeous, the left side of the bungalow is the maid’s vacant room with a bed. The tables and chairs are in the official shop, the door on the right is closed, and the view inside is not visible.

There are penthouses on both sides and guest seats in the middle. There is a landscape painting of a famous person hanging on it, the incense table is on the Boshan bronze furnace, burning ambergris cakes, desks on both sides are decorated with antiques, and there are many poems posted on the walls. Shen Ruolan does not He recognized the traditional Chinese characters, and put his eyes away after just a glance.

Mother Qin asked Shen Ruolan to sit in the guest seat, and she sat in the main seat. After a short while, a maid offered tea fruit, and she hadn't taken it before, and the fragrance was tangy.

"Girl please!"

Mother Qin picked up the tea cup and motioned to Shen Ruolan.

Shen Ruolan is not here to drink tea. Although the tea here is all first-class tea, the tea cups are used by clients and prostitutes. She hates it in her heart, so she just pretended to be holding the teacup and didn't drink it. Mouth.

After pretending to be, Shen Ruolan went to the main topic: "Mother Qin, I don't know where Girl Kapok is? When can I teach her to sing?"

Mother Qin smiled, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and slowly put down the cup: "Don't worry, what song the girl knows, might as well sing it to me first, if it is as good as the girl said, It's not too late to invite Cotton Tree Drive to come out."

Shen Ruolan knew that the girl Kapok was very stylish and she was not easy to meet people. If her music won't impress Mother Qin at this moment, I'm afraid I won't see the girl Kapok today.

She turned her head, glanced at the closed door on the right, smiled, lightly opened her lips, and sang...

Her voice is very beautiful, that is, there is the tenderness of a girl, the roundness and jade, and the gentle and melodious, sultry of a woman who has lived through the world. The two different singing voices are in one place, and they are as beautiful as the nature. The still-spoken singing is like the smoky green smoke from the incense burner, as if a gust of wind can cut them off, and what is cut is the winding plot, the endless heartfelt complaints, the reverberations around the beam, endless in the ears, fluctuating high and low, whirling and tactfully. ...

The red lotus root is fragrant, the jade is in autumn, and Luo Chang is relieved lightly, and he is alone on the orchid boat.

Whoever sends the brocade book in the cloud, when the wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building.

The flowers flow by themselves.

A kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart...

This is what Li Qingzhao, a poetess known as "the most talented woman in the ages," wrote to her husband who left home shortly after his marriage, telling the loneliness of living alone and eagerly thinking of her husband's early return. It depicts a gentle and affectionate woman, leaning on a railing alone to look out at the night when the moon is full of the building, missing her sweetheart, until the moon is full of the west building, and she does not perceive the scene, which makes people feel like she is on the scene.

Among them, "There is no way to get rid of this feeling, I lower my brows, but my heart," expresses the suffering of lovesickness in an extremely true image, expressing endless lovesickness and sadness, and the loneliness and loneliness of being alone are filled with words.

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Drunk Huayin Houyuan outside the wall

In the alley paved with bluestone slabs, an indigo-blue carriage was parked there quietly.

The carriage is made of tarpaulin. The body is made of ordinary wood and has no carved brocade decoration. It does not seem to be any different from most carriages on the street. If it must be said, there are six or seven men behind this carriage. She was big in height, and she was murderous.

In the carriage, the incense burner was curled with smoke, and on a low rosewood couch, the long shadow was leaning on it like a beautiful bow stretched straight.

Xu was in the car, the ink hair was not tied, it was sprinkled like a waterfall, wrapped around the neck, laziness must appear.

The profile of the profile is as handsome as the gods and demons, so people dare not look at him.

The man’s left wrist rests on his cheek, the purple high boots are on the top of the rosewood couch, the top of the wooden couch, the brocade robe is slightly open, the white silk shirt cannot block the amorous feelings inside, the chest muscles are strong, and the complexion is like ancient bronze. In the sun, it glows with a terrifying cold luster.

Just leaning there, without a word, the inherent masculinity and ferocity overflowed the car.

"This song should only be found in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world... Oh, I can't think of such a wonderful poem in this poor country!" He muttered to himself.