Peerless Junior Uncle

Qingcheng said it a second time before returning to God: "Okay."

"Then don't those people know?" He Tingge continued to ask.

"I didn't know about it before, so I always received some gifts of rouge, gouache, flowers and jewelry." Fu Qingcheng couldn't help laughing: "Every time he went backstage and saw those things, he would throw them on the table with a black face. In the garbage dump, but he is unwilling to show up, so he has been misunderstood."

He Tingge thought about those dandies chasing a male actor with flowers and jewelry all day long... touched the side of his leg, but it still hurt.

"Until a rich merchant's son came to Qinyuan to make trouble with a hot head, drank alcohol, and said that he must marry him. At that time, the incident caused a commotion in a radius of ten miles. I remember that he hadn't finished pretending at that time. Hearing this , went out with a prop long knife, put the knife on the man's neck, and scolded that rich businessman's son in front of so many people without saying a word." He couldn't help laughing and said: "At that time, that man Dandy was sobered up by his voice for the most part, and didn't make a sound for a long time. The first sentence he reacted was crying, and he said to him full of grievances: You lied to me. The tone and demeanor seemed to be sorry for what he had done. something like that."

He Tingge silently looked at Fu Qingcheng after laughing and continued: "He looked like that at the time, his face turned green even through such a thick paint."

Talking and laughing, He Tingge thought about the scene, imagining a female Huadan with a magnetic voice, holding a big knife and scolding the dude domineeringly... The corners of her mouth could not help but slant.

"Isn't it a problem for him to scold his fans so much?" He Tingge asked after thinking about it.

Fu Qingcheng looked at the restaurant not far from the window and said: "There must be some. At least, the suitors were so angry that they almost came to ruin the situation. If it weren't for the boss of Qinyuan who has some connections, he might be kicked out of Jincheng , However, people, sometimes, are quite strange.”

Seeing the curve of Fu Qingcheng's lips, whether it was a mockery or a wry smile, He Tingge's eyebrows twitched, but at this moment Mu Lan stopped the car: "President, young commander, we're here."

Looking up at the antique signboard of Jiuwei Pavilion, He Tingge raised his eyebrows and smelled the fragrance of vegetables wafting from inside: "When did Jincheng open such a restaurant?"

Fu Qingcheng smiled beside him: "Did the Young Marshal not come here last year?"

"No." He Tingge came back, walked in with long legs, the little girl inside came up to meet him, saw that it was him, and hurriedly said: "Young commander, please go upstairs."

There are boxes on the second floor of Jiuwei Pavilion, all of which are simple and elegantly decorated. Although the northeast is powered on, candles are still lit here. At this time, the sky is already dark, and the dim yellow candlelight illuminates the whole room.

"President Fu is inviting me to a candlelight dinner?" He Tingge took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair.

Fu Qingcheng smiled and said nothing, and pushed the menu in front of him: "Reciprocity, if the young commander invites me to a play, then I will treat the young commander to dinner, and we will not owe each other."

He Tingge was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. He picked some dishes at random, but looking at the prices of the dishes, they all picked the expensive ones, not necessarily delicious, but they must be the most expensive.He Tingge said silently in his heart: I told you not to owe each other, if you don't want to owe me, then I will owe you.

"What's the matter with that Boss Huo you mentioned just now?" He Tingge leaned back in his chair leisurely and asked Fu Qingcheng, "Why did he get his feet stuck in Jincheng again? Can you help?"

"I don't have that ability." Fu Qingcheng looked at the candle on the table and said, "Although his identity was exposed and most people scolded him to smear him, he still went his own way, and Boss Qinyuan continued to let him Singing on stage did not go well at the beginning, but after all, the reputation is outside, and the troublemakers will be ignored. Later, those who chased him still chased him, although no rouge and gouache were given, but flowers were still given from time to time. "

"You know him very well?" He Tingge was a little confused when he heard this.

Fu Qingcheng twitched the corners of his lips: "It's not very familiar, it's just chatting occasionally."

He Tingge knew it was more than that simple, but he didn't ask again, and instead asked him: "It's been so long, and you still don't say thank you?"

"You gave me something just to say thank you for me?" Fu Qingcheng took the teapot that Xiao Er sent, and poured a cup of tea, the fragrance of the tea caressed his nose, it was Bi Luochun: "The young master really spent money. "

"Can't you?" He Tingge didn't want him to say thank you, but for so many days, he didn't mention it, so he inevitably felt that he didn't like it and just threw it away.

"It has been said in the world that he spent a lot of money to make a smile for Bomei. The young marshal spent 15 yuan to buy the painted bone fan, and he gave it to me like this? Isn't it a pity?" Fu Qingcheng sipped his tea and said.

He Tingge said casually: "Then you give me a smile?" As soon as the words fell, it seemed that something was about to come out of his mind, and suddenly saw a handsome young man smiling at himself under the candlelight... .Then, a little coolness on the lips...

When I want to think about it carefully, that feeling disappears in my mind, as if it has never appeared before.

"Young Marshal is really joking." Fu Qingcheng's clear voice carried a hint of a smile: "However, I like the gift very much. Although it is not a rare item, it is an ancient thing after all, and it is rare to preserve it even today."

He Tingge came back to his senses, and listened to Fu Qingcheng's words with some distaste, and didn't say anything, but subconsciously reached out and touched his lips. The warm touch made him frown slightly. After all, what did he forget... ...

The dishes were all served soon, He Tingge tasted a few mouthfuls, and couldn't help admiring: "It tastes good." Looking back, he found that Mu Lan was nowhere to be seen.

Fu Qingcheng poked the shells of the prawns, looking so elegant that he didn't look like he was eating: "Adjutant Mu seems to be busy, so he didn't come up."

He Tingge ate a shrimp with the skin on, and only removed the head. He told Mu Lan that as long as there was nothing serious, he could make up his own mind on his own time, so he didn't care.

In fact, Mu Lan hadn't been serious for a few minutes since she left Qinyuan. Seeing He Tingge and Fu Qingcheng go up to eat, she thought she didn't have an appetite, so she didn't go up.

When he came back to his senses, he didn't know where he had gone. Looking at the unfamiliar alley in front of him, Mu Lan stopped. There were no pedestrians on the side of the road, and the dim street lights were not very bright, pulling his shadow It's very long.

He took out the lighter and cigarette from his pocket, stroked it a few times before lighting it up, and leaned against the wall behind him, feeling the smoke circling in his lungs and exhaling slowly, in the fuzzy smoke, he seemed to see the scene on the stage. The person who sings with his water sleeves...

It's not the first time for Mu Lan to go to an opera, not because he likes to listen to it, but that time Fu Qingcheng said, when the dandies made trouble in Qinyuan, he happened to be in Jincheng to deliver documents to the governor under the order of He Tingge, so he had to pass by , I saw the man in Tsing Yi swearing at the foolish man on the ground with foul language. Since the make-up had not been removed, the raised phoenix eyes had an indescribable charm at that moment.

He couldn't help but stop, anyway, the documents had been delivered, and he was not in a hurry to go back, so he watched the matter in a strange way, neither intervening nor leaving.

Later, when he found out what happened, he couldn't help being curious about the actor. He knew that he had offended many rich men in the city, so he secretly arranged for him to continue to sing on stage. Although there were still many troublemakers, he secretly Help, finally calmed down...

In fact, Mu Lan is very curious, what kind of charm does that person have, so that the suitors who have already turned black come back under his skirt again, even more than before.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help the corners of his lips curling up slightly, it seemed a bit bitter, yes, he is attractive, otherwise, how could he do so much for a person who has never seen his true face...

A cigarette was quickly reduced, and Mu Lan looked at the crescent moon hanging in the dark blue sky, threw the cigarette butt, stepped on the sparks, counting the time, He Tingge and Fu Qingcheng had almost eaten.

Just when he straightened up and buttoned the leather bag on his waist, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the alley, it sounded like he wasn't alone.

Mu Lan subconsciously hid herself in a corner, and saw a young man in a white gown hurriedly walking over from one side of the alley, lowering the beige top hat on his head, looking back to the other side of the alley, cursing: "Fuck , a group of pigs whose brains were kicked by donkeys..."

Mu Lan was a little surprised that this gentle young man was swearing. After he walked a few steps, a group of people followed him. He blew a whistle on the neckline and said loudly: "Boss Huo, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" There was a sense of banter in the words.

Purposely

Mu Lan was a little surprised that this gentle young man was swearing. After he walked a few steps, a group of people followed him. He blew a whistle on the neckline and said loudly: "Boss Huo, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" There was a sense of banter in the words.

The young man turned his back to the group of people and rolled his eyes, stood still, let out a deep breath, and turned around: "My mother told me to go home for dinner."

"Lingtang really cares about Boss Huo." The man in the suit looked like a ruffian, walked a few steps and said, "Boss Huo, I've been waiting for you for so many days, and I finally got the chance to meet you, why don't you show me some face? "

"I only have one face. If I give it to you, I will lose it. If you are shameless, I will have more." The young man looked helpless, but his mouth was unforgiving.

The man in the suit was really angry, and snorted coldly: "Old Huo!"