From Chief to Ball

And there will be many people in this kind of circle, and some things about the whole city will be known in advance, communicate with each other, and by the way, connect with each other's feelings, and occasionally meet the love of gentlemen and ladies.

Chen Jian didn't think too much about it. He felt that it would be beneficial to know more people. It was the dream of many people to be able to get involved in that kind of circle. It was not only the sentimental style, but also the connections.

In the final analysis, they are still in the light of their parents. Both Chen Jian and Henry Zhang belong to the fringes of this circle, and they may or may not be able to get in.

In the evening of the second day, the sky was darker and the wind was getting stronger. I ate some food at home to avoid being indecent like a starving ghost after I went. I changed into the best clothes and went to the banquet.

It was a large mansion on the edge of the city. There were many carriages and horses parked outside. Someone was there to take care of the horses. No one came here on foot no matter how close they were.

Compared with those carriages decorated with Chinese calendars, Chen Jian's single horse is a bit out of place, but the person in charge of watching the horse still has a smile on his face and has a degree of etiquette. Those who can enter this courtyard are not qualified to be despised by the person watching the horse .

After entering, I asked my name, and someone arranged for me, a row of small square tables, a futon on the floor, each sitting on my knees, although it is not said that it is a feast of bells, but someone is playing music.

Chen Jian was arranged in a very far back position, and he sat down on his knees. On the square table in front of him was a pair of silver chopsticks, wine pots and porcelain cups, and various meals.

Walking around, there are still a lot of people I recognize, but the relationship is not deep, there are men and women, and there are not too many constraints.

There is a distance of two feet between each person, a table for each person, the candlesticks are swaying, there is no need to cut the candles, the sky outside the expensive glass windows is already dark, and the wind occasionally sounds like an owl.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out from behind. It was the writers of the previous scene, Sun Zhan and Sun Yi still.

Everyone stood up and congratulated.

"Mr. Yi still's play was a big success, I'm afraid it will be spread in the capital soon, and there will be another play known all over the world."

"Mr. Yi still sit down."

……

After a while of compliments, he sat on the left seat. Except for him, they were all young people, so there was no need to make excuses.

Chen Jian looked up. This man was in his 30s, with a smile on his face and a long beard that moved slightly.

Everyone toasted a glass of wine, and Chen Jian also learned and behaved. The sound of silk and bamboo gradually rose, and the sound faded away. It was just to cover up the wind outside.

This is a formal banquet. After the main banquet, there is a small banquet to communicate with each other, but the main banquet needs a protagonist, and the protagonist is naturally the person sitting on the left.Small banquets are much more relaxed, and each gathers into a small circle to chat and discuss, get to know each other and chat, first ask parents, grandparents, relationship, and introduction.

Chen Jian looked around, thinking about the collusion between the government and businessmen or the discussion of finding support, recalling which of these half-baked people would be useful to him, and it was inevitable that he would lower his face and flatter him.

At this time, Chen Jian's somewhat familiar voice sounded, and he looked up to see that it was Shi Lei who had fought with him a few days ago.

"Gentlemen, this scene of Mr. Yizheng's play is really appreciated by both refined and common people. Ordinary people only see the laughter and sorrow in it, but we can see the many allusions, the rhyme of silk strings, and the combination of rhythm. Since today is congratulations to Mr. Yizheng, why don't you all talk about it?" For the benefits of it, I will first throw bricks to attract jade."

"Mr. Yizheng's scene, at the beginning of the third quarter, used the conversation between Marquis Wei Xi and his ministers. It was in the year [-] of the Chinese calendar. At that time, Marquis Wei..."

After he had finished speaking, everyone applauded when he finished speaking, and the next person would go on, either with hymns or allusions, and comment on the good or bad of it no matter how bad it was.

Chen Jian was confused. The only thing he could understand was Wei Xihou. Of course he didn't know it. He had been dead for a hundred years at that time, but he could tell from his posthumous title. This fellow is not a good bird.

In his previous life, he made up a set of posthumous title regulations, but he couldn't remember much, so he had to make up all kinds of things himself. Anyway, the posthumous title is not a good posthumous title.Of course, this thing is not allowed, and sometimes it is specifically for disgusting people: for example, Zhang Xun, who was restored to the Braided Army in real history, used the same loyalty as Yue Pengju, who slashed and killed Jintar. Disgusting.

It's a pity that apart from this posthumous title, Chen Jian couldn't understand what they said at all. There are always some allusions in 500 years. The problem is that these allusions are blank for him, and he doesn't understand many praises from stringed drum music. of.

The young people praised each other. Sun Zhan stroked his beard and smiled, very satisfied. Occasionally, he said some obscure and rare allusions.

Soon it was Henry Zhang’s turn, Henry Zhang stood up ignorantly, held back for a long time and only said, “I think…it’s pretty pretty.”

After these few words were finished, the whole hall burst into laughter, and several girls leaned back and forth laughing.

Henry Zhang’s face turned red immediately, his face was like a pig’s liver, burning hot.His family is only a generation rich, and many things need to be cultivated from an early age. Although he is good at learning, it is a method of arithmetic and statistics, and he does not spend much of his free time on weekdays to enrich his knowledge. It was a big joke.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Sun Zhan, as the host and guest, had no choice but to come out to save the siege, and said with a smile: "Young people are right. People who write dramas, of course, focus on good looks. If they are not good-looking, no matter how many allusions are there and how beautiful the strings are, they are still It's down to..."

Henry Zhang sat down with a blushing face, wishing there was a crack in the ground so that he could get in, and cast a vicious look at Shi Lei in the distance, feeling remorseful in his heart, only then did he understand why he had to use fists to beat someone?

Shi Lei felt Henry Zhang's vicious gaze, but he didn't care, he had to do this kind of thing extremely well.From then on, even if this person sneaked into this circle again, everyone would only think of the words "this show is pretty good" tonight.

He half-raised the wine cup, glanced at Chen Jian with a smile, thought about the punches he had received a few days ago, and thought about Chen Jian's reputation for being stubborn before, and said in his heart that after this incident, you have exhausted all your skills It's hard to salvage your reputation.

In fact, not everyone knows so much, but the theme has been announced before the banquet, and someone is responsible for finding some topics, but for people who are outside the circle but want to squeeze in, everyone will naturally find a way to squeeze them out.

The laughter at the table gradually quieted down, and a few more people said some smooth words, and then some people told some of those stories, and gradually it was Chen Jian's turn.

Chen Jian also understood at this time, and then looked at the distance, several pairs of malicious eyes stared at him, obviously looking forward to seeing his jokes.

And it's a big joke, because "this show is pretty good" has already been pre-empted.

Thinking of this, those few people secretly put down their wine glasses, fearing that they would spit out wine mist when they laughed for a while, hoping that the person on Chen Jian's left would finish speaking and look at Chen Jian together.

Chapter 9 Undercurrent

Those who knew the inside story tensed up their abs and were ready to laugh. They rubbed them to prevent cramps, and they were going to go back and tell the two jokes that happened tonight.

Chen Jian's cheeks twitched, and he secretly scolded me for fucking you, but he maintained a smile on his mouth like a clothes hanger, and his heart was churning violently.

Sun Zhan didn't understand the situation. Seeing that Chen Jian's expression was a little stiff, he made an encouraging expression.

"I think...it's really good."

For a long time, Chen Jian also choked out such a sentence, and those who had already prepared immediately laughed with an octave of provocative laughter. One of them was still covering his stomach, pointing at Chen Jian, and he was speechless. Only the artistic conception of wild laughter remains.

Henry Zhang retracted his head, regretful in his heart, only looking forward to leaving early; Shi Lei and others even laughed, and one of them laughed: "It's really good, hahaha..."

Sun Zhan was also a little speechless. He had already said the words of reconciliation before, even though he had read the article, he couldn't think of a word that could resolve the embarrassment.

However, in the midst of everyone's laughter, Chen Jian suddenly got up and walked to the banquet. Shi Lei and the others thought he was about to swing his fist again, so they were unavoidably a little scared, and hurriedly shouted: "Chen Jian! What are you going to do?"

Chen Jian didn't speak, and glanced at Sun Zhan again, already thinking about it.

Under the blank eyes of everyone, Chen Jian came to the crowd, bowed to Sun Zhan, and said loudly: "Mr. Yi still's play is indeed very good. I can't think of simpler words to describe this scene. This is not just a scene. The drama also contains Mr. Yi still's ambition in it."

"Just like Mr. Yi still painted a cow plowing in spring, if you only see the green grass, red flowers, flying butterflies, insects and ants, but ignore the thickness, majesty and labor of the cow itself, wouldn't you ignore the cow itself? ? I was silent just now, precisely because I was still immersed in the story of that scene and couldn't extricate myself."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar. These words offended everyone.It is clearly saying that these people only see the minutiae and ignore the drama itself.

Several people couldn't help scolding: "How much have you seen through what you said?"

In the uproar, Sun Zhan waved his hands with a smile and said, "Let him talk about it, what's the young man's name?"

"Chen Jian. No words."

"Chen Jian...um. I don't know what you saw?"

"Yes, what you said for a long time seems reasonable, but you didn't say anything, let's talk about it."

"that is!"

Amidst the anxious voices of the crowd, Chen Jian took a deep breath, brewing some feelings, pretending to be mysterious looking at the darkness outside the window, and pretending to be listening.