The beautiful god of war just wants to raise a dog [Quick Transmigration]

"Xiao Niang, are you going to sing an opera again today?"

Early in the morning, the light in the house was still a bit chaotic, and the sparrows chirped outside the window, mixed with the noisy neighbors in the alley, chirping together.

Fu Nanjun ran to the bed, stretched out his hands and hugged a soft and slender waist, then leaned his face towards her, and said in a childish voice, "Mother, don't go, Junjun wants my mother to accompany you."

Song Shu was halfway through his clothes, and suddenly a small head was attached to his waist. He had no choice but to rub the back of the boy's head, "Hey, how can I get money if I don't sing? I'm going to make money for Junjun to spend the winter."

The boy hugged him coquettishly for a long time before letting go unwillingly, and then looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, "The temperature dropped last night, my lady, wear more, don't get sick again."

"it is good."

Song Shu added a padded jacket according to his words. Seeing that the boy was still staring at him, he went to get the scarf again. Fu Nanjun then smiled and stuffed a warm egg in his pocket into Song Shu's hand Li, "Miss eat."

"This is for your body." Song Shu didn't want it, and patted his head, "I still have the millet porridge from last night. I'll just drink some of that."

"No, my little lady was sick a while ago, and she needs to replenish her body."

The six or seven-year-old child raised his energetic face and educated him earnestly, "My little lady is obedient, otherwise Junjun will feel bad."

Song Shu couldn't help laughing, and finally nodded in agreement, so Fu Nanjun happily ran out again, brought warm millet porridge to Song Shu's hand, and then held his chin to watch his little mother eat.

The little lady is so pretty, she never gets tired of looking at her, like a fairy in the sky.

Moreover, Xiaoniang is the kindest and gentlest fairy, and she obviously has no blood relationship with him. After escaping from that mansion, she has always brought him by her side, even though life is very hard.Moreover, Xiaoniang has become more and more beautiful and gentle recently. He likes Xiaoniang so much.

Xiaoniang is the man's wife that his sick father married to Chongxi, and she married into the Fu family at a young age.But the sick father was not only sick physically, but also mentally.They either beat the young lady or him all day long, and it doesn't work if the master and wife try to dissuade him.Xiaoniang was unwilling to stay in Fu's house, so she escaped with him. She only said that her husband was dead.Xiaoniang used to learn Kunqu opera, and now she also makes a living by singing opera, barely able to support him and herself.

Song Shu hugged Xiao Douding, who was staring at him, on his knees, fed him porridge, and fed him a bite of egg as well, and the two finished their breakfast without knowing it.He also told him a few words not to do bad things at home, and wait for him to come back obediently. Song Shu is going to go out to sing an opera soon.

"Xiao Niang Xiangxiang!" Fu Nanjun opened his short arms to him.

Song Shu bent down with a smile, and kissed Xiao Douding's cheek side by side.

……

The place where Song Shu sang opera was not in the usual Liyuan opera troupe, but in the biggest restaurant in the city.Ordinary theatrical troupes usually don't earn much money, so Master Fang introduced the work here to him. Most of the people who can come to this restaurant are famous and powerful people, and naturally they give more tips.However, it may be touched by others, and you need to be more cautious in doing things.

But Song Shu didn't know the twists and turns inside. He has been working here since he came to this world, and he only dealt with it carefully, and left after singing, and he didn't encounter too difficult a situation.

He had never suffered from money in so many lives, and it was quite refreshing to be a poor man for the first time, and besides, there was a little Douding who called him his little mother all day long.He was a little uncomfortable at first, but he got used to it after a long time.Because this little Douding is really sensible and obedient, and he looks good, Song Shu is willing to raise him.

This era is also new to him. Song Shu doesn't know much about it. Generally speaking, he knows that it is an era full of wars. At this time, most people are struggling to survive. It is fortunate that the people at the bottom can live well, so he doesn't feel how hard life is. .

The only headache is that his body is not in good condition, and he gets sick every three days.A while ago, he just had a cold, so he rushed to sing opera, otherwise he and Xiao Douding would have no money to spend the winter.

As soon as Song Shu entered the restaurant, Master Fang was urging him, saying that a lot of distinguished guests came today, so he asked him to behave well, and he could earn a large tip if he got the favor of any big shot.

Song Shu responded, and ended up going backstage to change her outfit.He sang Kunqu opera. At first, he just drew from memory, but recently he became more proficient, and gradually gained a bit of interest.

After all, opera has been around since ancient times. His father and mother took him to watch it when he was a child, and he remembers it very clearly.

……

The hotel is a resplendent Western-style building, with a dance floor, theater troupe, and some ordinary seats on the first floor, and boxes on the second floor, where the distinguished guests are usually served by dedicated waiters.

Fu Congshen had just finished a business deal, but he was not in a good mood when the deal was concluded. He leaned in the corridor and smoked alone.His eyes were closed, but his ears were pricked up. The babbling sound of opera singing came from downstairs. If he listened carefully, he knew it was the song "Peach Blossom Fan".

"The place where the song rests has already set in the sun, and there are remnants of it, and the flowers are fragrant across the courtyard; there are countless buildings and grass, and the talk of the hegemony is boundless."

The singer's tone is very soft, but also very textured.Words came out of his mouth one by one, like sweet-scented osmanthus cake just out of the cage, soft and glutinous but not greasy, with a faint fragrance, making people want to stop.

It's just that this word wrinkled the man's handsome brows a little more.

After dusting off the cigarette ash with his fingertips, Fu Congshen called the man over for questioning.

"Master Fu, you have a good eye. This little opera singer has average singing skills, his voice is really nice, and his appearance is also top-notch." The assistant immediately enthusiastically introduced him, "Look."

The man casually looked down and saw a wonderful person.With a rhinestone face and a pink long gown, he walked to the center of the stage lightly, and swept the golden fan down the stage with a light smile.

From Fu Congshen's perspective, he couldn't really see his face, but he felt like a peach blossom blooming by the water, easily fascinating the soul of the onlookers.But he himself didn't feel it, and walked off the stage peacefully after singing his own play, without even looking at the audience who were fascinated by him.

"Master Fu likes him?" The man observed Fu Congshen's expression, and said cautiously, "He should have never served anyone before. If you like him, I'll ask him to come up and wait."

……

"This master is not an ordinary person. If you take good care of him, how much money is not a problem."

Master Fang told Song Shu worriedly, "I don't want you to do anything else, just drink two glasses of wine with you and serve two dishes, don't be nervous."

He knew Song Shu's temperament, and actually didn't want him to go at all, but today the manager came down to ask for him in person, which shows that this master has a noble status, and they couldn't refuse no matter what.

Fortunately, Song Shu looked quite calm.

The manager who was walking in front urged him all the way, and when he saw that he was about to go upstairs, he reached out to stop him, stared at Song Shu for a good look, "Your clothes are not good, quickly change to our waiter's. "

Song Shu has already removed his headgear, and now he is wearing his own gown. In fact, even rags look good on him, but it is really not suitable for this kind of occasion.

"Manager, my Yunzhen doesn't do this business, your cheongsam..."

"Don't be so wordy." The manager pushed him away, "It's his blessing to be seen by this master. It's the first time he's hired someone to serve us in our restaurant. I can still embarrass him. Give me Change."

So someone brought Song Shu a set of clothes and asked him to change in an empty box nearby.

Song Shu didn't wear this kind of clothes, but the waiters in the hotel wore them on weekdays, so he didn't feel anything wrong.It looked like a slim-fit gown with slits at the bottom, and two fair and slender legs could be seen from the side.

Song Shu, who has experienced the modern times, has never seen any fancy clothes. He only thought it was an ordinary work clothes, and after wearing it, he followed the manager to the box.

Master Fang was amazed and anxious at the same time, thinking how could such a beauty just let him drink with him, which man could resist bullying him?

His flat shoes clattered on the wooden stairs, and his steps were quite brisk.

In fact, Song Shu saw Fu Congshen just now when Fu Congshen was watching him sing on the second floor, because this person was different from other people in terms of dress and temperament, and he could be seen from a long distance. Anyone he came here to see was handsome.

Song Shu intuitively felt that he was the person he was looking for.

There was still nostalgia for Pei Yuzhou in his heart, and he almost couldn't wait to meet Gou Chen again.

After being led to the door of the box, the manager let Song Shu go in with wine and a hot towel after a briefing.

Song Shu walked into the house according to his words. When he first entered the house, he saw the man's overcoat hanging outside. It was dark green and made of expensive fabric. The left pocket was slightly bulging, probably with a gun in it.

Bypassing the screen painted with gold and emerald bamboo, the man appeared in sight.He sat at the table without looking up, there were several bottles of wine on the table, he seemed to have drunk a lot, and he was still holding a glass in his hand and shaking it slowly.

Song Shu walked over lightly and put the tray on the table. He called out "Master Fu" and looked down at the other party.

Sure enough, he is handsome, and has an aggressive appearance, with deep eyebrows, sharp nose bridge and jaw line, but his cheeks are slightly red, probably drunk.

Song Shu wrung out a hot towel, and moved his hand towards him carefully, half to wipe his face, and half to see if Gouyu would respond, and if he had identified the wrong person.

Fu Congshen really drank too much at this time, and his head was a little dizzy. He only vaguely remembered that he called someone to come up to wait on him. At this moment, a white and jade-like thigh appeared in his peripheral vision, and a slender and graceful figure approached him. Frowning and looking up, he saw an extremely beautiful face.

This man was smiling at him, his smile was gentle and sweet, his black and white eyes were full of watery light, like spring water in the same river, touching people's hearts, a bit too intimate.

He covered his face with his soft hands, so the smile in his eyes became softer and softer. Coupled with this dusty attire, it will inevitably make people feel a little flattering.

Just now when I saw it on the second floor, I thought she was a cold beauty, but I didn't expect to come up in such a nondescript look, and even smiled.No matter how beautiful his smile was, Fu Congshen couldn't like it in his heart, but the hot towel on this man's face was so comfortable, Fu Congshen didn't move, just squinted at him, and sized him up carefully from head to toe. thin.

"Master Fu?"

Song Shu called out to him, the open and closed rosy lips were full of deliberate seduction in the eyes of the drunken man, he took another half step closer, and then a trace of cold fragrance came over, hooked straight from his nose The most itchy place in his heart.

Fu Congshen held his hand, pulled him between his legs and stood there, then put his arms around his waist and smelled his wrist, "What kind of fragrance is it?"

"No incense." The sudden intimacy made Song Shu struggle subconsciously, but the man held him tightly, and the hand on the hip moved irregularly.

"Not smoked?" Fu Congshen didn't believe it, and directly stuck it to his body and sniffed it lightly. He was drunk, and he didn't want to be polite with this person, so he rubbed him as he wanted, "Let me smell it well—"

Song Shu was rubbed softly by him, and immediately took a step back. Although he knew that this person was Gou Chen, he still couldn't stand it when they met for the first time, and a trace of displeasure rose in his heart.

However, he was displeased, and Fu Congshen was even more displeased than him.

The person dressed like this for laughing suddenly pretended to be reserved, no one would be happy in the future, and Fu Congshen, being a man of one word, immediately dragged the person back and pressed him on his lap, ordering him not to move.

"What are you hiding? Afraid I won't give you money?" He said, he took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet, slid his knuckle fingers along the slit of the cheongsam, hooked the edge of his underwear, and turned out to be the banknotes. It was rolled into a roll and stuffed in.

"Put it away." The man clapped again.

Song Shu sat on his lap in a daze for a long time, his cheeks flushed little by little, as bright as blood dripping, even his translucent eyes were red, his thin body in cheongsam trembled slightly, he was really angry .

"Snapped!"

Lao Fang and the manager were guarding outside, but suddenly they heard this crisp sound.Thinking that Song Shu was being bullied, Lao Fang was anxious to go in, but the manager refused to let him, but he was pushed away and went in.

But the scene inside was unexpected.

Song Shuhao stood there with his back to the door. His clothes were a bit messy but there was nothing serious about it. On the contrary, Master Fu's face was parted, his temple hair was messed up, and the veins on the back of his hand on the table were bulging, apparently he had been slapped , I still can't fan it clearly.

The manager and Lao Fang were so frightened that they fell to Fu Congshen's feet and knelt down one after another. The manager begged him to have a lot, while Lao Fang begged Song Shu to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Fu Congshen's face was frighteningly dark, he didn't even look at them, he kicked away the two people who were in the way, picked up Song Shu and brought him into the inner room, and threw him on the bed without saying a word.

He grew up so old that I have never beaten him, and the previous years of fighting were even more bloody, how could he be slapped by a little actor for no reason, not to mention the drunkenness, even if he directly tore him apart and ate his heart.

The man was sitting just now, and now he can see his strong and tall body clearly when he moves. When he is pressed down, he can cover Song Shu completely. Naturally, his small body can't hide. His ankles are held and his legs are pulled away. Fu Congshen's slender and powerful body The thigh reached over.

Song Shu was hurt by him, cold sweat dripped on his smooth forehead, but his eyes were completely cold, he didn't say a word, just stared at him coldly, his beautiful peach eyes contained not only anger but also grievance.

But Fu Congshen couldn't catch this grievance, the angry man just wanted to teach this naughty little actor a lesson, so he pressed the flimsy fabric with his big hand and pulled it hard——

"Tear--"

"Cough cough."

The fabric was torn, and Song Shu's qi and blood flowed backwards because of this toss. After coughing violently, he spit out a mouthful of blood beside the bed, and even a few drops splashed on the back of Fu Congshen's hand with clear meridians, and bright flowers bloomed .

The man's movements stopped abruptly.