Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

As her costume slipped off, her graceful and curvy figure was revealed to everyone without reservation.

Especially those curvy figures. If it were in Xu Damao's previous life, she would definitely attract a lot of attention.

Even if you just wiggle a little bit during live broadcast, there will definitely be big brothers throwing money at you...

However, at this moment, a thick cotton coat suddenly fell from the sky, instantly covering up this charming scenery.

"Little brother, it's freezing outside, why don't you come to my house and rest for a while?"

Zhang Meifang looked at the tall and handsome Xu Damao in front of her, her eyes moving, her rosy lips slightly raised, outlining an intoxicating smile, and she whispered a warm invitation.

Xu Damao was a little confused by this sudden invitation, but he quickly came to his senses and nodded in agreement, "Okay, thank you very much, sister. But my bike is still parked over there, I have to go over and push it over. Sister, you go ahead, I ride very fast, I will definitely catch up with you."

After saying that, Xu Damao turned around and walked towards the direction where the bicycles were parked.

When Xu Damao's figure disappeared from her sight, Zhang Meifang's originally calm heart began to beat violently.

She nervously stretched out her hands and gently patted her chest, thinking to herself: "Oh my, what's wrong with me? I actually took the initiative to invite a strange man to my home, and it's the first time I do this! It's so embarrassing, but... this feeling is also very exciting!"

After a while, Xu Damao came to the yard where the bicycles were placed.

He subconsciously looked back at where Zhang Meifang was, only to see that she had not left and was still standing quietly behind the stage. After confirming that Zhang Meifang could not see him for the time being, Xu Damao carefully opened the gate and quickly walked into the yard.

Then, he picked up the bicycle with swift movements, pushed it quickly and walked out of the yard.

"Sister, come on and sit in. I'll take you away! The back seat is padded with thick cotton cloth. It's soft and comfortable!"

Xu Damao walked slowly towards them, pushing a half-old bicycle with a smile on his face. As he spoke enthusiastically, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the back seat a few times, looking at the graceful Zhang Meifang in front of him with expectant eyes.

Zhang Meifang nodded slightly, pursed her lips, and a hint of hesitation and shyness appeared on her face.

She fiddled with the corners of her clothes with her hands unconsciously, and said softly, "No, it's really too much trouble for you. It's only a few steps away. There's no need to take a car and go through so much trouble."

After saying that, she turned her eyes slightly to one side, not daring to look Xu Damao in the face, because at this moment her heart was as nervous as a deer.

After all, she was about to embark on the journey home with this strange man whom she had only met a few times. When she thought of this, all kinds of strange thoughts flashed through her mind involuntarily, making her cheeks blush like ripe apples.

Seeing this, Xu Damao did not force it, but nodded readily and said, "In that case, let's walk back slowly."

The once bustling place was now deserted, leaving only the sound of their footsteps walking side by side and the occasional rustling of tree branches in the breeze.

About two minutes later, they finally arrived at their destination - a small and exquisite farmhouse.

Zhang Meifang stretched out her hand and pushed open the slightly old but lively courtyard door. She turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, smiling and said to Xu Damao, "Come in, please feel free to take a look."

As Xu Damao stepped into the yard, he was immediately attracted by the carefully tended nursery in the corner.

"Oh my, look at your nursery, it's really very artistic!" Xu Damao praised, while walking slowly around the nursery, his eyes full of admiration. "It's really pleasing to the eye!"

Zhang Meifang, who was standing nearby, smiled brightly when she heard Xu Damao's praise. She couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Haha, that's right! But it's winter now, and many flowers and plants have become bare. If we wait until summer to see it, the scenery will be so beautiful!"

Xu Damao nodded, his eyes attracted by several huge cacti and prickly pears in the corner. He pointed at the plants covered with thorns and asked, "Hey, look at your cacti and prickly pears, they are really big! I guess you must have taken a long time to grow them, right?"

Zhang Meifang looked in the direction Xu Damao pointed and replied with a smile, "Haha, this was given to me when I went to the city to perform opera."

"Oh? I see!" Xu Damao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then said in a teasing tone, "I remember when I went to the theater to listen to operas in the past, if I met an actor who sang particularly well, there would always be some generous guests in the audience who would buy the special gifts made in the theater - beautiful flower baskets, and then go on stage to present them to the actors as a reward. I didn't expect that there would be people who would give such a strange thing as a cactus..."

After saying that, Xu Damao shook his head gently with a faint smile on his lips.

After saying this, Xu Damao parked his bicycle steadily in the yard.

For example, an exquisite flower basket is worth one or two taels of silver. If the actor who receives the reward is famous and popular, he can get 70% of the reward as his income; while those more ordinary actors can share the reward with the troupe in a 50-50 ratio.

This situation is quite similar to the live broadcast rewards that Xu Damao was familiar with in his previous life. In the live broadcast room, the audience will send gifts to the anchor in various ways to show their support and love.

At this moment, Zhang Meifang gently pushed open the door of the main hall, and a smile as beautiful as a spring flower bloomed on her face. Her beautiful eyes stared at Xu Damao, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She said with her red lips: "It's not just flower baskets, people send all kinds of strange things as rewards! Oh, little brother, look at your figure and appearance. It would be a pity if you don't go on stage to sing!"

As she spoke, she shook her head repeatedly and made a regretful sound of "tsk tsk tsk".

After hearing this, Xu Damao scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Sister, why do you say that? I don't think I'm cut out for an opera!"

Zhang Meifang smiled slightly and explained: "Little brother, you may not understand it very well."

"As for me, I have been learning opera since I was a child. My senior brother is almost as handsome as you! Although he is not as tall as you, he is also a pillar in our opera troupe!"