Lazy Cancer Cure

Chapter 181 Meeting Mrs. Wenhua for the First Time
On the wall shelf in the dark, all the peace daily newspapers from the past month were placed in a thick stack. If you didn't look carefully, you might think it was a novel with rich pictures and texts.

Xi Luo picked up several recent newspapers and read them. There were many strange writings in them. At first, Xi Luo thought it was a typo, but after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong. The one was called the most "official" It's not possible that the newspapers published are so lax.

But fortunately, the commonly used words in it have not changed much.

Seeing this kind of weird fonts a lot, Xi Luo couldn't help but think of her in 2000 A.D., when many people on the Internet joked that simplified Chinese characters were disabled Chinese characters. If their evaluations were used as a standard, the daily Many characters can be regarded as simplified characters with a large area of ​​the body paralyzed!

In addition to the text, the strange word collocations in it also made Xi Luo puzzled. What he felt was the feeling of powerlessness when he first came into contact with classical Chinese. In the end, he couldn't go on, so Xi Luo began to just stare at the titles of each section. .

"Miss, how about a dance?" A man with fairly square features walked up to Xi Luo with a wine glass, inviting him in a gentle voice.

"Sorry, you blocked the light." Xi Luo raised her head slightly, her tone of refusal was obvious.But the man who struck up a conversation didn't pay attention to what the other party said at all, his eyes were completely attracted by Xi Luo's appearance, why did he seem more beautiful when he looked closely?

I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol, and my heartbeat is also accelerating.

He had a premonition that he would soon understand what it was like to fall in love at first sight between the warlord and Mrs. Wenhua who often talked about it!

"Hello miss, is this your first time here? My name is..." The slow-moving man didn't consider Xi Luo's reaction at all, and immediately began a long self-introduction, imagining the scene of the two falling in love at the same time in his mind.

Xi Luo was silent, took out a pistol from behind his waist and smashed it on the table, interrupted the man's unfinished sentence with a 'snap', and said calmly: "The elders in the family asked me to take it with me, and told me to meet those who are particularly noisy. Strangers had better not be soft."

"I understand, I understand." The man swallowed resentfully, but would it be too embarrassing to leave now, after all, in public.He has also learned the ability to talk to himself, so he can pretend to be talking to a beautiful woman, "I'll just sit down and be quiet."

Xi Luo didn't speak, the man was finally relieved and saved face.In a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of the gun still on the table, and his heart began to beat violently again.

No wonder the brothers said that women who dare to venture into the night alone are all beasts!
Just when Xi Luo was seriously reading the newspaper, all the lights on the stage went out, and only her desk lamp was left in the whole dance hall... Afterwards, her desk lamp was also extinguished by the waiter nearby.

"It's Mrs. Wenhua!"

"It's really here!"

Xi Luo heard many people whispering the name in the dark, and it wasn't hard to hear the excitement in their voices. Is it the lady she remembered? The governor's wife is here too?

A bunch of lights on the stage suddenly turned on, illuminating the back of a woman in a red skirt, and soon the woman turned her face, with an affectionate smile on her face.

With her smile, dance lightly.

The stage is hers alone; the lighting is hers alone; the audience is hers alone...

If Mrs. Wenhua's appearance can be rated as a seven, then when she dances, her appearance can be sublimated to a ten.

"Host! What are you looking at?" Before, Fat Ball, who didn't know where to go, flew back to Xi Luo, only to find that his host was staring at a dancer on stage, "What's so interesting, She's not as pretty as you!"

"She is Mrs. Wenhua?" Xi Luo was a little uncertain.

"It seems to be." Fat Ball looked at Mrs. Wenhua for a long time, "I remember that this person often dances here, and those who discuss things will also call her Madam."

At this time, Mrs. Wenhua also finished dancing, smiled softly without saying anything, and quietly left the stage again.

"By the way, I just saw the very bad army commander in Qingning Village, as if I was waiting for her." Fat Ball caught a glimpse of the woman in the red dress from a distance, and quickly followed, "Host, I'll help you!" Go eavesdropping, remember to switch perspective."

Xi Luo didn't stop him either, and started to change perspectives.

Mrs. Wenhua didn't change her red dress, she just put on a warm coat outside, and sat lazily on the sofa: "What are you doing so early, I said there will be a performance tonight."

The army commander's face was ugly, as if suppressing his anger: "You are married to the warlord, why don't you know how to love yourself, show your face all day long, and come to this kind of place to dance for other men!"

"Four words for you." Mrs. Wenhua was not annoyed, and said calmly, "None of your business!"

"A woman like you would have been soaked in a pig cage 2000 years ago!" The army commander felt that he was persuading her in a nice voice.

Xi Luo, who was watching the play, was baffled. What era did this person live in? Let alone 2000 years ago, even people from 2000 years can't say such a thing, okay?
Mrs. Wenhua also rolled her eyes: "Dancing is my hobby, what the hell, who stipulated that you can't develop your hobby after marriage? Didn't you see the way those people looked at me? It was worship, respect, I I like this feeling."

"Can the Overseer really not care?"

"Of course he cares, so every month when he is busy, he will send me flowers in public to declare his sovereignty." Mrs. Wenhua smiled sweetly, "How could I forget, my brother, you are still a dead single dog."

"Forget it, I won't quarrel with you." The army commander held back his anger, "Hurry up and pack up our things, we rushed to the mountains overnight, it would be bad if people saw us setting off during the day. I really don't understand, why don't you There is a sentiment to protect antiques, and it also made me work as a supervisor in the deep mountains and old forests."

Mrs. Wenhua lazily stood up and packed her things: "You don't understand. The protection of antiques is the second priority. The important thing is that this place is named after me. After a hundred years, even if these antiques are gone, Wenhua The pavilion will be there too. I don’t lack power and money right now, what’s missing now is fame.”

"I don't care about these things with you, but what did you write to ask your father to transfer the military division away from Qingning Village for so long; and why do you have to go to Qingning Village to check the construction progress in person, and I will tell you from time to time Did you report it! You’re just asking for trouble.”

"I hate that military adviser. Wouldn't I run into him when I went to Qingning Village?"

"He married you?" The commander suddenly became quiet, and looked at Mrs. Wenhua curiously.

"Of course! Hmph, if it wasn't for him, how could Wenhua Pavilion be famous until a hundred years later! He knows that I can't wait to let the whole world know that Mrs. Wenhua has a noble character and built Wenhua Pavilion to protect world civilization. Precious antiques." Mrs. Wenhua gritted her teeth angrily, "But he persuaded the warlord not to spread the matter in a few words, this dead man, he doesn't know his name and is active on the headlines of the newspaper, what a joy it is!"

"ill!"

　Daily prayer: The thousand-year-old king and 8-year-old tortoise, if they are raised well, they can give me an old age.

　　Two tortoises, one tortoise jumped into the water immediately when he heard the sound of my walking; the other was sick, and only opened his eyes to look at me when he was eating...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)