The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 98 Liang Zhu (Part )

After Liu Tao found that she was staring at Luo Jun, she quickly realized her mistake and lowered her eyes in fear, and asked in a lower voice:

"Mr. Luo, do you like watching plays?"

After saying that, Liu Tao sighed in annoyance, as if secretly cursing herself for asking a stupid question.

"generally."

Luo Jun's answer was beyond Liu Tao's expectations.

"I prefer watching movies. The lyrics of some plays are too difficult for me to understand," said Luo Jun.

Liu Tao opened her mouth slightly, obviously a little surprised that the knowledgeable Luo Jun would say that he couldn't understand it, but she quickly thought of a reason for Luo Jun.

"You came back from studying abroad in the West. You grew up among foreigners and didn't learn the Four Books and Five Classics. It's normal that you can't understand the lyrics." Liu Tao said, "Did you watch movies often when you were there?"

Luo Jun didn't say anything.

Liu Tao admitted that she had asked another stupid question.

"I haven't seen the movie." Liu Tao could only bite the bullet and continue the conversation. "I heard that the people in the movie can move, but they can't speak, and there are people reading the lines beside them. There is everything in it, there are cars and trains, is it... like this?"

Luo Jun still didn't speak, and Liu Tao's voice became smaller and smaller: "But when I first came here, I saw the posters of movie stars. They were so beautiful, wearing pearl necklaces and purple cheongsams, just like in the paintings..."

"Mr. Luo, am I saying something particularly boring?" Liu Tao had already given up on herself.

"It's quite boring." Luo Jun's honesty made Qin Huai despair.

Liu Tao was as desperate as Qin Huai.

Luo Jun still held the cup and asked calmly: "Are you interested in watching a movie?"

"Ah?" Liu Tao was completely confused.

"There's a new movie coming out this Sunday. I'll wait for you at Richard's Hotel." Luo Jun said, putting down his teacup. "The people at the cafe are so inefficient. The cake I ordered this morning hasn't been delivered yet. I have something else to do so I won't wait any longer."

Luo Jun stood up, and Liu Tao immediately stood up and followed him. She opened her mouth, obviously wanting to say something to make amends, but no words came out.

"Do you like chestnut cake?" Luo Jun asked.

"I like it." Liu Tao blurted out.

"I'm glad you like it. I'm busy these few days, so I can't come to the opera. See you at Richard's Hotel on Sunday at 2 pm." After Luo Jun finished speaking, he walked out quickly. The owner of the opera troupe quickly jumped out from the corner and smiled as he saw him off.

Qin Huai looked at Liu Tao who was standing in the yard with a somewhat lost look, then glanced at Luo Jun who was leaving in a hurry, thought for two seconds, and decided to stay where he was.

The worst that could happen is being hit by an air wall.

Before looking at the memory, Luo Jun reminded him to look at Liu Tao more and remember her appearance, so Qin Huai chose to stay here and take a few more glances.

The troupe owner sent Luo Jun to the theater entrance and quickly returned. Seeing Liu Tao still standing in the yard in a daze, he smiled and joked, "Why, are you still thinking about Mr. Luo? He's already in a rickshaw."

Seeing that Liu Tao looked unhappy, the class owner realized that the situation was not going as smoothly as he expected, and asked, "Did you make Mr. Luo unhappy?"

"I don't know." Liu Tao lowered her head, her face full of regret, "I think Mr. Luo and I are from two different worlds."

"You two are from two different worlds." The troupe owner said angrily, "What does it matter? It doesn't stop Mr. Luo from marrying you as his concubine."

"But what I say seems to be a bit too boring. Mr. Luo doesn't like to listen to it, so he doesn't say anything." Liu Tao said hesitantly.

After hearing this, the boss was so anxious that he almost stamped his feet: "Who asked you to chat with Mr. Luo? Mr. Luo has seen a lot of the world. He just came back from the West and stayed at the Richard Hotel for more than a year. He doesn't have any money smaller than a small dollar in his pocket. He always gives tips in pounds."

"Mr. Luo reads books every day. The waiters at Richard's Hotel have almost filled up all the book bags of all the major bookstores in the concession. He doesn't like to go to dance halls, but likes to watch movies and listen to music. You can go out and ask around. There is no opera troupe in Shanghai now. Whose leading actress is not jealous of you?"

"Is Mr. Luo here to see our Liang Zhu? Don't you know the level of your senior brother, your junior sister, and the music master of our troupe? Mr. Luo has such a unique taste that he would ignore the mechanical drama of the Shi family troupe and come to see our country troupe?"

Liu Tao nodded: "Mr. Luo also said today that Senior Brother's singing of Liang Shanbo is not good."

The troupe owner was almost pissed off by Liu Tao: "Who cares if he sings well or not? Is that the point? The point is that you have to make Mr. Luo like you and marry you as his concubine!"

Qin Huai felt like eating some melon seeds.

The class leader pointed at Liu Tao, his fingertips almost poking her forehead, but he didn't dare to really poke her: "Who asked you to chat and confide in me? Are you the one who is chatting? Do you have any knowledge? You can't recognize a few words in a book, it's a miracle that Mr. Luo would like to chat with you."

"Then...what can I do?" Liu Tao lowered her head lower and lower, almost burying it in the ground like an ostrich. "You seduced him!" The voice of the class owner almost pierced the sky, "Didn't Ah Hong teach you everything? You sang the song, you sat close to him, and you fed him the soup you made!"

"You do this and that, and this and that again!" The class owner wanted to demonstrate it to Liu Tao himself. "It doesn't matter if you can't make the soup well. Didn't Ah Hong make it for you? Just say that you made it. Will Mr. Luo still care about this? When you really get married and become a concubine, will you still need to cook the soup yourself? It won't be too late to learn then!"

Liu Tao exclaimed: "Soup, Mr. Luo hasn't drunk the soup yet!"

"Is this the point?!" The class owner was almost furious. "Why did Mr. Luo fall for you? My God, if Mr. Luo fell for Ah Hong, Ah Hong might have been married now."

"Did Mr. Luo say today whether he will come tomorrow?" asked the class owner.

"Mr. Luo said he has something to do these few days, so he won't come."

The class owner closed his eyes in despair.

"But he asked me to meet him outside Richard's Hotel on Sunday to watch a movie."

The class owner's eyes opened again, sparkling with light.

"Then do you know what to do on Sunday?" the boss asked excitedly.

"How to do it?" Liu Tao was not sure. "I...will learn how to make soup from Sister Hong these days?"

"What are you learning to make soup and seducing?"

Liu Tao was a little embarrassed: "But I think Mr. Luo might not like it very much..."

"What do you know about liking or not? I tell you, all men like it!" The troupe owner said firmly, "I've been telling you these past two days that your throat isn't feeling well, so don't sing Liang Zhu for now. I'll let Ah Hong teach you. Even though Ah Hong has been kicked out now, she was also a successful concubine back then. You have to learn from her experience!"

"Tao, whether our troupe can gain a foothold in Shanghai depends entirely on you." The troupe owner said earnestly, "You have feelings for Mr. Luo, and I think Mr. Luo is also interested in you. I think I have treated you well over the years, and your brothers and sisters have been very good to you, too."

"Look at Ah Hong. She was chased out and her legs were broken, but I still took her in. Lao Jin, his voice was damaged and he couldn't go on stage. Does this troupe still have a job for him?"

"If you can marry Mr. Luo, we can all live a better life, right? Even if you are old and ugly and kicked out in a dozen years, as long as I am still alive, at worst you can return to the troupe and make a living like Ah Hong."

"Everyone is counting on you!"

Liu Tao, the hope of the entire troupe, nodded: "I...I still want to make soup myself."

"I took Sister Hong's soup and gave it to Mr. Luo, saying that I cooked it myself. I always felt weird about it."

"Cook it yourself!" The owner felt that Liu Tao had made sense, so he stopped worrying about trivial matters like cooking soup. "Don't cook the soup. I remember Ah Hong is good at making herbal tea. She has a secret recipe for making tangerine peel tea with brown sugar and salt. Ask her to teach you how to make tangerine peel tea and bring it to Mr. Luo when you go to the movies."

"I……"

Qin Huai was listening with great interest when he was suddenly hit by the air wall and stumbled. Then he realized that there was such a thing as an air wall in his memory and he couldn't be too far away from Luo Jun, so he ran out quickly.

Why is the range of movement of this memory so wide?
Qin Huai had roughly explored the range in Chen Huihong's memory, which was only about 20 to 30 meters. He had been standing here eating melons for so long that he almost forgot that he had a range of activities, and he was hit by the air wall.

How do I get to Richard's Hotel?

Is it an accident that I can’t find Luo Jun in my memory?

Qin Huai ran out of the theater, and as soon as he walked out the door, he realized that he was worrying too much.

Luo Jun didn't even walk, the rickshaw driver only took two steps.

Qin Huai hurried to catch up and started the marathon.

"Sir, the cake you are waiting for hasn't arrived yet? Let's go now..." the rickshaw driver was asking Luo Jun.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Luo Jun calmly read the novel in the newspaper, "I've heard everything I want to hear."

The rickshaw driver didn't dare to ask Luo Jun what he heard, he could only keep his head down and run.

Qin Huai:......

He almost forgot that Luo Jun had very good hearing.

As he got older, he lost his powers, and he was almost like a serious 92-year-old man with perfect hearing, not to mention when he was young and could light a cigarette with just a puff of air.

Oh, Bifang.

(End of this chapter)