"Pillow Writing" 22

In the evening, Song Lian told her story in Chengyu's room as scheduled.

"Song Lian, what story have you prepared?" Chengyu propped up her face and leaned against the bed.

"The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." Song Lian reached out and lifted Chengyu's quilt onto his shoulder for fear that she might catch cold.

"Old-fashioned ~ I've heard it many times." Chengyu stretched out his hand and yawned.

"The story of the mortal palace fight." Song Lian picked up the unopened fan and prepared to start the performance.

"You don't know, I also listened to many operas and books when I was on earth. Even the Song Dynasty you mentioned really doesn't interest me. " Cheng Yu felt bored, so he lay down and fiddled with his hair.

"Listen to the story of me and Chang Yi?" Chengyu is slow, but she is fast. She felt that even Song wanted to frame her again.

"I'm not a gossip." Chengyu never showed any other expression on her face, and she wanted to know.

"But I still want to say it, because there is no love in my story with Changyi." Song Lian went to the bed and sat down, adjusted his clothes, and looked at Cheng Yu gently. Cheng Yu said nothing, so Song Lian went on.

"At first, she desperately wanted to live in skyclan and rise to the top. I have always been said to be a playboy. I miss places where there are beautiful women all over the world, but who knows that I just go to the romantic theater to listen to others play the piano. " Song Lian said as she looked down at Chengyu.

"There is a reason to call you. Do you want to explain the origin of this name to me now? "

"No, this is one of the reasons why she wants to ask me for help. She wants me to help her. I really think she is a real person, a person who dare not hide any desire. I am willing to help her, and then we will become friends, and you know me. " Cheng Yu deliberately pinched Song Lian and asked, "I don't know."

Song Lian did not refute, stroking Chengyu's loose hair, which was close to the point where he could taste the faint fragrance of flowers.

"I'm really happy to help others. In fact, I have helped her a lot. You are looking at what I have done for Donghua. Have I ever made cuffs? It is nothing more than the difference between men and women. In the four seas, I spread my favorite gown and locked the demon tower to save her. I don't think it's worth it I gave up my immortal position for my friend. Besides, Changyi likes my second brother. It's really because my father thinks I like Changyi, so let me stay with her for 500 years, so that she can see you in the future. " Cheng Yu clung to Song Lian's chest and said unhurriedly, "How can I tell you so succinctly?"

? "This is the reason. Although Changyi gave birth to Lotus step by step, I never loved her. It's just that there was a time when I thought I liked Changyi. In fact, I just like the way Changyi pays for love. Afterwards, I suddenly realized that it was just moving. " Song Lian hugged Cheng Yu tightly, and Cheng Yu leaned against Song Lian's neck. "Cheng Yu, in fact, this is just one of our misunderstandings. The misunderstanding between us is much deeper than before. If you are willing to listen to me, I will tell you in detail. "

? "Song Lian, I'm a little sleepy. You should sleep with me today. "

? "I always feel that I lost." Song Lian pressed the fan on Chengyu's chin and raised her head.

? "This girl will spend money on you tonight. Make an offer." Chengyu turned on the fan and joked.

"In fact, you are attractive. Go to sleep. My proposal will only make the lion speak. " Song Lian left a kiss on Chengyu's forehead. He only hopes that Chengyu will give him more time to solve all kinds of misunderstandings before.

? The next morning.

? Lin Chong was busy for five days before planning the wedding. Donghua seldom gives Lin Chong a day off. Lin Chong came to this world alone and went to Lou Fei unconsciously, thinking that it was nothing to have a rest after listening to the opera.

"Guests, come here to sit in the private room. Do you need any snacks? " Lin Chong gave a hand, and Xiao Er came down. He doesn't like to talk, even when he was a Buddhist on earth.

The opera has already started, and only the private room next door is discussing the story of Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi. Lin listened a little heavily but felt strange. Snakes love mortals. What is love? I haven't experienced it for tens of thousands of years, and I always look at the love of others.

"Son, what do you think of this play in our building?" Lin Zhong was still performing opera in the stands, but suddenly a woman's voice came in.

"If I go back to that girl, I won't know about the opera. This is the second time I have heard it. " Lin Zhong has recognized the appearance of this woman. She owns this opera house. Her daily clothes are much more gorgeous than before. She looks better in beautiful clothes.

"I have seen you. Last time ... you were in the Zhu Bei box with two children. " She doesn't smile, which makes people feel cold and difficult to get along with.

"Yes, take the master and the children out to play."

"Whose son is it?" Lin Chong felt that she asked too many questions, and she was a little clamorous to go to the opera. She came to rest today.

"Master doesn't live in Luoyang. Is there anything else, girl? " Lin chong took a sip of tea. Today, tea tastes strange. He is going to open the lid of the teapot.

"Today's tea is green plum tea, and our building is random every day ... I'm afraid of childe jokes. It was my dream that you listened to my opera that day. " Lin Chong's eyes are still on the stage, but I feel that her eyes are looking at herself at the moment.

"I know, your maid introduced you."

"That little general is a bit like a son, so I noticed my son that day." Lin Zhong recalled the content of the dream play. The little general is not a good thing.

"Ahem, even if I get married, I'm not like him. I'm a bad role model among all ... ordinary people." Almost, almost wrong.

"I don't want to talk to my son so directly. I live in Anxi Street. If you are free or what my son does on weekdays, can I invite you to the opera? " Lin Chong really can't figure out what the girl is going to do. Try fooling around first.

"Well, it's not convenient to tell my aunt's temporary residence. Otherwise, I'll send you a trained homing pigeon later. Do you have anything to write to me? " In a blink of an eye, the drama of Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi has been sung.

"Ok, sorry, I'll send you the address later." When the girl finally left, Lin Chong suddenly felt much quieter.

On the other side, "Miss, is your son the son of that family?" I saw Feifei shaking her head, not talking, dragging her head in the box opposite Lin Chong, hiding behind the gauze curtain and looking at him.

"Loi Siu, I fell in love with this childe at first sight. The first time I sang opera that day, I felt very clever. My eyes just forgot to look at the table position in the box, and I didn't have any opinions ... Who would have thought, ah ... "I saw him, got up and left, and finished. Xiao er hasn't given him the address yet. I don't know when I will meet him next time, but it's too late to chase him again, just like a bolt from the blue. She bowed her head and did it.

Lin Chong conjured a homing pigeon in an alley, bought a rope in the street and tied it on the homing pigeon's leg to make a mark. He sent it to Xiao Er, got the address and went back to Qing Qiu.

Feifei was really happy when Xiao Er delivered the homing pigeon to her. He didn't break his word. Lin Chong also wrote a sentence thanking Feifei for saving money on tea.

"Childe not only feels healthy and honest all his life, but also works reliably, and the intensity of writing every word has dropped ..."

"Miss, you can eat now." Loi Siu quickly puts food on the table when he is happy. Loi Siu thinks that it is not a bad thing for a young lady to have a favorite son at the age of twenty-five, but the young lady says that the eight characters of a young lady can grow old with the person she likes, but she will not name names. ...

Lin Chong returned to the clear autumn, still feeling uncomfortable and doing nothing. In fact, he doesn't know what he is doing on weekdays. He does odd jobs in Taichen Palace and answers questions on weekdays.

Lin Chong sent the invitations one by one to the wedding inviter list, and the emperor ordered that anyone who got out of the inferno could come.

"Xiaoyan, Jiu Feng and the teacher ... Donghua Dijun reissued the wedding on 16 this month. This is the invitation that has just arrived." Jiheng put the invitation in Xiaoyan's hand. In fact, Ji Heng felt very guilty about Jiu Feng.

"JiHeng, let's go together. Now that you are with me, you don't like Ice Face for a long time. Xiao Jiu will understand. " Xiaoyan took Jiheng's hand.

"Xiaoyan, the last time the emperor said, I remember I never walked out of the inferno. This is the biggest gift the emperor gave me for his father's sake. I also prepared a gift. Will you bring my gift when you go? And you will go for three days, and I will help you pack your clothes. " Ji Heng is getting ready to get up. Maybe she felt that she lacked her father's love when she was young, so she misused the ability of love and almost separated the rescuer.

"JiHeng, I will bring your ideas, but there are nearly ten days. You don't have to help me tidy my clothes in a hurry. After a while, I'm going to discuss with the emperor to cancel this order. You don't have to worry. " Xiaoyan held Jiheng in her arms.

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