"Unbearable to Copy" by Wuxin Mage

Although there was a thousand reluctance in his heart, Shen Jianli still went to the appointment.Besides, the superior gave him thousands of warnings, told him to coax Boss Yue well, and would count on him to help in the future.Anyway, the military order is like a mountain, and he dare not disobey it.

This time, he was treated as a distinguished guest, and walked in swaggeringly.Yue Qiluo invited him to drink tea in the main room, and Zhou Xuan's "Song of the Four Seasons" played leisurely on the gramophone. He used to hear this song often, but this time he got a headache and felt dizzy after listening to it.He thought it was probably because the incense burner was lit in the room, which made his brain ache, so the good oolong tea was tasteless.

After staying for less than a moment, he was really on pins and needles.Yue Qiluo leaned on the soft couch, sipping tea while looking at him, as if two holes had been burnt in his body, feeling uncomfortable all over.After holding back for a long time, I finally couldn't help it, and said, "Why do you always look at me?"

"What? I've been looking for you for six years, and I won't let you even take a look?" Yue Qiluo brushed the tea with a teacup cover, not paying attention.

"...you speak up."

"Don't call me 'you'," Yue Qiluo gave him a fierce look, then softened her expression, and said softly, "You only came to Chongqing in recent years?"

"Well, I have been leading troops outside to fight before." Shen Jianli was reluctant to speak when he recalled the past.

"Are you from Chongqing?"

"No."

"That was a mistake." Yue Qiluo fell into deep thought, "But you will still come to me, and you will not be able to escape anywhere in the world."

Shen Jianli didn't want to go back to her, but felt that the more he listened to the music, the more headaches he felt, and his eyes turned black.Seeing him holding his forehead, Yue Qiluo asked him, "Why don't you speak?"

"My head hurts when I listen to the music," he squinted at Yue Qiluo's expression, "The fragrance is also intoxicating."

"If you don't like it, don't listen to it." Yue Qiluo got off the soft couch, put the needle aside, "accompany me to the backyard for a stroll."

Strange to say, as soon as the music stopped, Shen Jianli's head stopped hurting immediately, and he followed Yue Qiluo out through the back door.The house was built on the hill, but the backyard is very spacious and flat. I don't know how much manpower it took to build it.There are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, painted beams and carved windows, and a small lake. There is a stage opposite the lake, which has a bit of the charm of Suzhou gardens.Yue Qiluo squeezed her folding fan for a walk, Shen Jianli followed behind holding her breath, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly heard Yue Qiluo whisper: "Don't you want to ask me, what is the price for helping you?"

Shen Jianli was taken aback for a moment, thinking that what should come finally came, so he raised his spirits and asked, "What?"

Yue Qiluo turned her head slightly, saw him showing a nervous expression, and smiled, "It's nothing, you often come to my place to drink a few cups of tea and watch a few plays, that's enough."

"This...Yuegu—Qiluo, it's not very good." Shen Jianli said hesitantly, "I'm not a movie star in Shanghai, and it's not worth much to drink tea with you. I don't feel at ease with these money and things. .”

"It's fine if I say yes, it doesn't count if you say it." Yue Qiluo turned cold and stood in front of him.Staring at him for a moment, he suddenly smiled, and said softly, "Mr. Shen is very afraid of me? Come to my humble house to drink tea, and you still have to bring so many weapons."

Shen Jianli's heart trembled when he heard this, but Yue Qiluo's hand was already on the knife hidden in his waist.After all, he is also a veteran who has been on the battlefield. Not only is he good at using a spear, but he is also extremely skilled at throwing knives, so he has hidden a lot of daggers on his body all year round.His hands are fast, and he has drawn out the dark blade in his sleeve in an instant.Over there, Yue Qiluo also took the folding fan in his hand, and pressed somewhere, the ten umbrella ribs pierced out of the paper, and it turned out to be white sharp blades, rushing towards Shen Jianli's face door.

As soon as Shen Jianli took the knife, Shen Jianli regretted it. Drawing a knife is a habit he has developed for many years. Just now he was alerted for a moment, and subconsciously drew the knife.He saw that the knife in his hand was already on Yue Qiluo's lower abdomen, and the folding fan in her hand was also on his neck.The two confronted each other, Yue Qiluo smiled first, and said: "You are one step slower than me, you lose! Come and drink tea with me tomorrow."

Unwilling to be reconciled, Shen Jianxin pressed Yue Qiluo's slender wrist, turned it over, and put the blade across her neck.In the blink of an eye, Yue Qiluo's fan danced in the air, from the side of the neck to the back of the neck, the tip of the knife wrapped around Shen Jianli's neck.At this moment, she took a step closer to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck again, as if hugging him.

"You lost again, and you will come to accompany me the day after tomorrow." The more Yue Qiluo smiled, the happier he felt, the person in front of him was very interesting, with crooked smiling eyes.

Shen Jianli didn't dare to provoke this ancestor anymore, put away the knife and put his hands together and said: "Miss Yue is very skilled, it's because she's not as good as others."

"Call me Miss Yue again, don't blame me for picking your tendons and hamstrings, so that you can't leave this villa anymore." Yue Qiluo smiled happily, "Let's go, don't forget to visit the humble house tomorrow. If you don't come, I will send you Someone tied you up."

Shen Jianli naturally responded, put the dagger into his cuff, and left through the main entrance.Yue Qiluo put away her folding fan and watched from a distance, when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind. "It's fun to play."

"Wuxin, you need to get rid of your problem of eavesdropping on people behind your back." Yue Qiluo didn't look back, "Don't take me seriously because my Yuefu is open to you."

"There, I'm still inferior to you in terms of eavesdropping skills." Wu Xin didn't fear her, and walked up with a smile, "It's been a long time since I saw you smiling so happily. It seems that Shen Jianli, Is that the person you're looking for?"

"Yes or no, I know." Yue Qiluo glanced at him, grabbed Wuxin's collar and entered the room, "I'm bored today, why don't you watch a show with me."

Wuxin was naturally happy to have dinner at Yue Qiluo's house. Her chefs were superb, and they could even eat and take, and packed it back for a toothbrush for a friend.After dinner, an artist who sang Pingtan lit the lights on the stage opposite the lake and sang a song called Si Fan.The singing is melodious, and it sounds like fairy music across the water.

After drinking the tea, he boiled the pot of Nurhong again, licked the melon seeds and listened to Pingtan. After listening to it, he heard something interesting, and said with a smile: "Do you think this little nun in Sifanli is very similar to you? Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, all hearts are immortal. It’s just that she is a little nun, but you are a little Taoist nun.”

"Humph," Yue Qiluo raised the corners of her lips, "Fanxin is enough, but the end is different. The little nun can break plum blossoms and sing songs, and there is also a handsome little monk who elopes with her. I should be driven out of my master."

Unintentionally reminded her of her past again, and comforted her with kind words: "Don't be too obsessed with the past. Although being a devil is comfortable, the world is not always ruthless."

"You say there is love in the world, but what is love?" Yue Qiluo looked at the stage, lost in thought, with smoke in her hands, blocking the expression in her eyes.

Wu Xin didn't like it, reached out and snatched her cigarette, threw it in the water and extinguished it. "You have learned some bad habits from Tang Shanhai, and you are doing well, and you even started smoking."

Yue Qiluo was not annoyed when he robbed her of cigarettes, she palmed her forehead and smiled: "That's all that Tang Shanhai left me. When a person dies, mortals are too easy to be wiped out, and nothing can be kept. He just smokes." The habit can stay for a few more days, and accompany me to relieve boredom."

Wuxin looked at Yue Qiluo and didn't speak any more.She is indeed old. Although her face is delicate and her personality is still domineering, she is becoming less and less talkative and laughing.When he was in a daze, his eyes became more and more like ordinary people, tired and nostalgic.If a person has no feelings, he will not grow old if he lives for 1000 years, but if the sky has love, the sky will also grow old. A vixen will lose hundreds of years of life if he is in love. Yue Qiluo is not immune, and finally stepped into the mud.

"Don't be too pessimistic. There is love in the world, but it's not so easy to find." Inadvertently persuading her, "I've lived for thousands of years, and I've only had a few lovers in total. The previous lovers were clear, and they were also a The thousand-year-old vixen, isn’t it because she only gets along with me. Besides, she’s only been together for two months, so it’s not true love after all.”

"Is it worth searching for a word of love?" Yue Qiluo smiled lightly, "I always thought that the immortality of the soul is to see all the vicissitudes of life. It is too sad to live and die for love."

The artist over there has already sung the half-life fate, every word is sweet and glutinous, but Wuxin can't understand it.Wuxin stopped persuading her and concentrated on listening to Pingtan.Yue Qiluo lit another cigarette in the moonlight, the moonlight was like a silver snake, printed on the table through the carved window, and the crescent moon in the wine glass trembled crisply.She was bathed in the moonlight, the light outlined her slender neck and chin, like a pool of cold water, enveloping people in a cool shade.She spent the same years aging in the moonlight, holding the immortal soul in her hands for 1000 years, looking forward to it, and suddenly shuddered and fell down.She didn't know it herself, and she was groping to get it back, thinking that holding it in her hand would bring her back to the old days.But the monk who had tasted meat never went back to the Buddha again. She said that the world was ruthless, but she was clearly deeply involved in it.

Wuxin looked at her side face, took out hot wine from the jug, poured it into a bowl and took a sip.

Hiss, it's hot.

In recent days, Shen Jianli went to Yue Qiluo's mansion to drink tea every day, and there was always something in her hands, so she always went to spend time with her.As time went by, rumors spread.Shen Jianli always went to other people's houses, and every day he always brought good things to his office. It didn't take long for someone to gossip behind his back.

Shen Jian was depressed in his heart, and wanted to have some fun.He has three hobbies in his life, killing people, drinking, and being a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in a kiln.He hadn't killed anyone for a long time, so he poured his blood on the remaining two.It's just that Yue Qiluo has a good nose, the last time he just went to the ballroom to dance, she smelled the smell of makeup and powder on his body, and he was very angry.He didn't dare to go again, so he found a tavern on the street to drink away his worries.

Before the jar of green bamboo leaves bottomed out, the voices of people around him entered his ears. "I heard that lame Yue found a boy recently? He said he was invited to fool around in the mansion every day, and the good things were sent out like running water."

"Yo, so lame Yue is really a woman?"

"That's right. I said she was neither male nor female. I think it was probably a bluff. I don't know where she came from, but she has such a big reputation."

"Don't tell me, I heard that the little boy is still a military master, tsk tsk, the world is not good."

The more Shen Jianli heard it, the more angry he became, and the words became more and more unpleasant to his ears, and he couldn't bear it any longer.He slapped the table and brushed the wine jug with the food and drinks to the ground, making the bystanders startled.He stepped on the table with one leg, drew out a gun and pointed it at the people around him, and shouted: "Grandma, you can't stop drinking, are you tired of work?"

The author has something to say: I suddenly remembered that one of the most important settings of Zhang Xianzong in the original book is that he likes thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls in the kiln!

After watching Black Fox, Fang Tianyi played by Zhang Ruoyun was very crazy and naughty, very similar to Shen Jianli, so I used Fang Tianyi's throwing knife setting.

In 1947, it was the war of liberation. Shen Jianli was six or seven years younger than Tang Shanhai, and he often fought outside, so he never met Tang Shanhai.