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Chapter 7 Food Blessing 7

Hua Manyi stood in the bathroom with her clothes in her hands, still in disbelief.

The woman actually gave her her private bathroom and bathtub so selflessly. Hua Manyi was lying in the warm bathtub, the water vapor was lingering, the air exuded a faint fragrance, and she looked a little dazed.

The hot water from the tap is sprinkled through the head. She used to use it every day at home, but since her home was ransacked, she has never had a meal, and the problem of food and clothing cannot be solved. It stinks for several days. To take a bath with hot water, you have to take the bucket to the back kitchen to scoop it up, and you have to carry it to the bathroom by yourself.

It feels so good to be surrounded by warm water.

Hua Manyi sighed, raised her hand to hold a handful of water, and before she put down her elbow, she seemed to hit something, and it fell from the window sill with a bang, she raised her hand to pick it up, twisted it open and looked at it in doubt.

It looked like a box of balm, with a faint floral fragrance on it, but she couldn't smell the specific fragrance, it was exactly the same as that woman's fragrance on Mama Gong's body.

With the mind of not needing nothing, Hua Manyi also washed her hair again. After tidying up, her wet hair was wrapped in a towel, and she was ready to come out in her pajamas, "I've finished washing, Mama Gong."

She probed her head and called out, but found no one was responding to her, she pursed her lips, and simply opened the glass bathroom door, just a few steps out, she suddenly stopped.

Beside the bed, a familiar figure from the back was taking off her luxurious cheongsam, revealing a beautiful and white back with delicate and attractive lines, but what attracted Hua Manyi was the waist below the spine, where the tattoo A coquettish rose, lifelike.

Hua Manyi was dumbfounded.

"What are you looking at?"

Mama Gong came to her at some point. The cheongsam on her body was gone, and she was replaced by a comfortable silk nightgown. This woman really likes to smoke, and even now she still holds one between her arms, holding her chest with one hand and looking down on her. He looked at himself lazily, with an imperceptible sense of scrutiny.

Hua Manyi looked up at her for a few seconds, and stared at her. I wonder if it was her illusion. After staring at each other for a long time, she would have a feeling that she couldn't bear it. She couldn't explain exactly what she couldn't bear.

"Want to smoke?" Gong Yan followed her line of sight to see the recently lit cigarette in his hand, frowned slightly, and handed the cigarette to Hua Manyi.

"Try?"

"I... haven't smoked it before." Hua Manyi took it hesitantly as if bewitched, put it near her mouth and sucked it hard, which immediately made her cough non-stop, making the woman in front of her laugh, and she seemed to be shocked. Like a rabbit, he hurriedly stuffed the cigarette into the opponent's hand, and ran away holding the turban.

……

In the middle of the night, Hua Manyi was lying on the bed tossing and turning, reminiscing about the spicy smell of the cigarette for a while, and sticking her fingers out of the bed to touch her lips. Did she kiss Gong's mother indirectly?

She also ate the cakes that Mommy ate before, but she never had the idea of ​​indirect kissing because of this.

Furthermore, Gong's mother is a woman, do I think too much?

Hua Manyi couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't think about it. Before going to bed, she recalled the singing and dancing moves again, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.

For the next few days, Mama Gong didn't return to Fenghai, saying that she was going to deal with other matters, and asked Fang Yu to watch the dance hall so that nothing would go wrong.

"What could be wrong?" Xiaoxiao said.

Fang Yu nodded her forehead angrily, "Be careful when sailing for thousands of years, you'd better be careful."

"By the way, where is Manyi?"

Xiaoxiao motioned her to look at the hall downstairs with her chin. Fang Yu leaned out of the railing to take a look. Under the stage, Hua Manyi mixed in the crowd and watched Guan Ling's performance on the stage intently.

Guan Ling is another lead dancer in Fenghaili. Besides, there are Bai Jing, Xue Wenyan and others, but they are not as famous as Fang Yu, and they are disciplined by Fang Yu.

"What's wrong with this child, Manyi, that he likes to watch people dance and sing so much?" Fang Yu was quite puzzled.

Xiaoxiao shrugged and shook her head.

Fang Yu went downstairs and walked to Hua Manyi, "Manyi, what's the matter with you recently? You don't practice dance too much. Although Mama Gong didn't check for something these two days, the first thing she came back was to check how you practiced. How dare you be lazy here?"

Hua Manyi propped up her beautiful chin, turned her head and glanced at Fang Yu, "Sister Fang, I've practiced well, I promise I won't make mistakes."

Fang Yu was dumbfounded, this is indeed true, this girl is more proficient than her, and she has really improved rapidly in the past few days.

"By the way, Sister Fang, when can I perform on stage like them?" Hua Manyi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Sister Fang, Sister Fang, do you get paid for every performance?"

"Why are you asking this? You are still young, don't think about all these things." Fang Yu gave her a reproachful look.

"But Mama Gong told me to learn these things just to let me perform on stage?"

"Who said that? Mama Gong didn't tell me to let you perform on stage, so don't make up your own mind." Fang Yu was worried, and said a few more words, "Mama Gong will blame you when the time comes, don't say I didn't remind you .”

"Ok."

A week has passed, and Haicheng has become even colder, and even a fine drizzle of snow has fallen.When I woke up, the street was covered with a thin layer of snow.

The willow trees on the pier by the street were suddenly bald, without a single leaf, and the branches were covered with white sugar overnight, making them heavy.In the evening, the lamps on the side of the road will emit an oily yellow light, making the back of the rickshaw driver very long and thin.

The Fenghai Song and Dance Hall is still so lively, there are many cars parked at the entrance, idle young masters, bookish literati, and men of all walks of life, old and young, poor and rich, all come in to have a glass of wine and listen to Song, feast your eyes by the way.

Tonight is Fang Yu's home, but in the middle of singing, he suddenly fainted, and the supporting dancers looked at the dissatisfied guests and looked at each other, at a loss.

"what's up?!"

"What are you doing, I didn't come here to watch a woman faint, sing and dance for me!"

Fang Yu was carried down, and there was a mess behind the stage. Guan Ling had no choice but to come out to suppress the venue, "Masters, Sister Fang Yu may not be feeling well today, why not, Guan Ling is here to sing "Rose Rose" to the masters. Fragrant Everywhere", okay?"

"What a fart! I just came to listen to Fang Yu sing!"

"If you don't come out again, I will smash this broken dance hall!"

Someone was so irritable that he picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it towards the edge of the stage. There was a loud bang, and pieces of broken glass exploded on the edge of the stage, causing screams immediately.

Guan Ling had never seen such a scene before, she was frightened by the loud noise, and stepped off the stage crying.

The waiter, A Hua, didn't dare to approach, ran to the counter, picked up the crank phone, and hastily dialed the number to call Gong's mother.

After dialing, I waited anxiously for several seconds, and after the call was connected, there was an uneventful "what's the matter" from the other side of the microphone.

"Mother Gong, something serious happened—" Ah Hua almost knelt down when he heard Mama Gong's voice, "The guests don't know why—"

"The south wind blows cool

The nightingale sings a cappella

月 下 的 都 入梦

只 有 那 来 香

吐露 着 芬芳

我 爱 这 色 茫茫

也 爱 这 莺 歌唱

更 爱 那 花 的 梦

拥抱 着 夜来 香

闻 这 夜 来 香

夜来 香 我 你 歌唱

ah i sing for you

我 为 你 思量

......"

The melodious and graceful singing came from the stage, like crystal clear snowflakes in the vast cold night, soothing and melodious, refreshing the heart.On this winter night, someone thinks about you, thinks about you, has a long heart, and sings like a nightingale to accompany you to sleep.

Ah Hua looked at the stage, and saw a beautiful figure shining under the light, her skin was whiter than snow, her beautiful face seemed to be transparent, smooth and fair, her peach eyes were like drunk, with a charming fragrance, and she could see it at a glance. It is fallen.

The graceful figure is even slender than Fang Yu's, and it is even more delicate, which fascinates people deeply.

Ah Hua was holding the microphone, fascinated, unaware that the other party had already hung up and disconnected the call.

I don't know whether it was the singing that stabilized people's hearts or the people who stabilized people's hearts. The originally irritable guests in the audience were like soldiers who had been disarmed.

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