MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 22 : Fairy in the picture

Xunzheng's so-called wine confidant has a few thousand cups and is not speculative.

As a socialist three-good youth who grew up under the Red banner, Gu Nan and the powerful capitalist Zhao Yiren under this feudal system had nothing to say.

The two sat down at a table and drank wine, and chatted word by word.

I didn't know why Zhao Yiren's interest seemed very high, and he always raised the topic actively.

Just when Gu Nan wondered if he had to find an excuse to withdraw first, the crowd not far from him made a commotion.

"Painting fairy, painting fairy girl is here."

"Where? Let me see."

"Where, where?"

Shouting, Gu Nan held the wine glass and was unconsciously attracted to the past, and saw a woman from the distance walk up the high floor of the pavilion.

She wore a Luo Luo dress, the skirt swayed with her pace, as if a lotus leaf was moving in the wind. There are not many accessories on the head, just a simple hair accessory with tied hair. The soft black hair hangs on the shoulder that is barely white, with an inexplicable charm.

I looked at her face carefully, but couldn't see clearly because she was carrying this piece of tulle.

I saw only one pair of eyes, those eyes were as glamorous as those, and only glanced at the people in the building gently, which made people feel enchanted.

There is a tear mole under her left eye, but it highlights her charm more delicately.

"What a nice view."

Zhao Yiren, who was sitting beside Gu Nan, murmured with a confused look.

Gu Nan just woke up, and found that all the people in the hall looked at the figure on the high platform, and no one said anything extra.

For a while, in Wudong Diaolou, she poured a glass of wine, and the sound of the jug and glass touching each other was extremely obvious.

The **** the high platform smiled softly, but in the quiet situation of the audience, the small voice was heard clearly.

"The little girl does not know the depth, but she has to hold a poetry meeting based on her own preference. She has a low reputation and has to be in this place of flowers and willows. I only hope that a few guests will read the poems, but they are full of joy. Thank you all. "

"You have to be polite to draw the fairy girl. The East Diaolou Poetry Club was originally a great pleasure in Xianyang. I would like to thank you for coming here to join the show."

"That is, not to mention that the fairy painting girl is so beautiful, can't I wait?"

"Hahaha."

"The fairy girl shouldn't be ignorant of herself. If you're ignorant, what are we?"

The guests in the hall responded to Huaxian's words. They were noisy for a while, and it took a long time to be calm.

Gu Nan held the bottle and looked at the high platform.

Her eyesight is very good, but a distance of more than ten meters is to see the look of that fairy girl.

I saw Huaxian cover her mouth and smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Gu Nan looked very clearly, but those eyes were full of charm, but there was nothing at all.

She spoke, her voice still with that coquettish tone. If you listen carefully, you can still hear some coolness.

It is hard to imagine that two completely opposite looks and tones would appear at the same time in one person.

"You guys have to laugh and laugh, the little girl is a distressed person, and here is 倌, why isn't she low-profile?"

After I finished speaking, Huaxian seemed to pout his mouth, and then he continued to speak.

"Today, in addition to the poetry society, the little girl also hopes to find a happy son, and then gives her body ..."

After finishing talking, painting Xianyingying worshipped, turned and left.

Boom!

Xi Huaxian has left, but the atmosphere in the hall is like a drop of hot oil dripping into the boiling water and exploding.

"My mother, how can I register for this poem!"

还有 "And me, and me, let me tell you, today, no one should rob me!"

"I think I have some poetic talents. Since ancient times, she is a beautiful woman, old mother, count me as one."

...

The voices of enrollment kept coming and going, and the old lady in the hall couldn't stop.

I saw her proudly twisting her bloated figure, and called: "Today is the big day of painting fairy girls, this price is naturally not the same as the past, this one hundred gold, two hundred gold can give a poem . "

"This is nature!"

I can only come here to be rich and wealthy people, in this point of money is really nothing to them, one after another unpacking.

Gu Gunan was watching the girl named Huaxian leaving deeply.

To paint a fairy, is it just a fairy in the painting, no matter how, it is just a painting without its own destiny.

This green building is nothing good.

Silently finished drinking the wine in his hand, ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, they were caught.

"Brother Gu, can you read poems?" Zhao Yiren grabbed Gu Nan's hand and asked quite interestingly.

The softness in his hands gave him a slight stun.

Gu Nan was dragged by Zhao Yiren, but for a long time he didn't see each other.

He yanked his face and pulled out his hand: "I'm a rough man, what poems will I have?"

异 Zhao Yiren looked at Gu Nan dumbly and shook his empty hand.

怎么 Why is this brother Gu's hand more comfortable than ordinary women?

But he quickly returned to God and squeezed his eyes at Gu Nan.

"Brother, you don't have any thoughts about that fairy girl painting. Why not give your brother a name? How about you? Let's accompany my brother to see the excitement here, how about it?"

But he finally got out of the house once. This person was so boring to play, and always attracted a lot of people when he was pulled.

I looked at Zhao Yiren who was too hospitable in front of me.

Gu Nan's face looked weird.

This guy, isn't it a glass ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Thinking about Zhao Yiren again, he is extraordinary in clothes and should be a noble child.

I heard that this family of officials has some strange addictions, isn't it really a rumor?

I thought that Gu Nan snorted and hurried away his thoughts.

Although I had maliciously arranged a wave of each other in my heart, after all, others were kindly invited, and Gu Nan was also embarrassed to brush the face of others.

I idle and idle.

Gu Nan re-made it: "Then say okay, you can pack your drinks."

"Success." Zhao Yiren was also very refreshing, and immediately waved: "My mother has two more bottles of wine, by the way, help me and the brother beside me to sign up."

The season of snow in November and February.

The street outside Wudong Diaolou is half-white, hunted by the cold wind, and several poor beggars are still begging in the street in tattered clothes.

Inside the Tongdong Tower, it is the Biyu Hall. The building is on fire, warm as spring, even if you wear only a single garment, it will not be cold.

People drank small wines, talked about the four seats, and talked about the poetry, song and poetry, and about the picturesque beauty.

Behind the hall, there is a small pavilion. The small pavilion is covered with white veil.

At this time, the painting fairy was sitting in the small pavilion, and the charming smile on her face had receded. There was no charming color in front of the hall, and she was indifferent and indifferent.

I originally thought that I could defend myself with a little bit of thin color, but the woman who arrived here could not escape the goods.

I remembered what my old mother said to her today.

There was a smirk in the corner of Tong Huaxian's mouth.

She's been so ashamed that she can find someone casually, what can she do?

There is no sound in the pavilion, but there is a noise outside the pavilion, but the poetry society has already begun.