Houmen's concubine

Hua Wenge's secretive eyes, his sharp eyes seemed to be stained with ink, and his emotions were deep and bottomless.Looking tenderly at the handsome and beautiful old wife on the stage, he suddenly had a plan in his heart.

Wang Tong'er wanted to stop with a song, but when she turned her head, she saw Cousin Jiaojiao was in high spirits, with an expression of not enjoying herself completely.

He had no choice but to show her with his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to continue?"

When Chen Jiaojiao heard Wang Tonger's question, she nodded impatiently, almost jumping up excitedly.

It's no wonder that she was so excited that she wanted to continue. When she came to ancient times, she didn't have any entertainment activities, and if there were, they didn't fit her.

She is not Wang Tong'er showing off as a young man, she is showing off as an old lady at the level of a grandmother.

You can neither participate in the banquets of young people, nor participate in the exchanges between young wives.

In addition, it is far away from the noisy city, escaping from the world on this high, paradise-like Wuwei Mountain, and living a life like a pension.

It was still very fresh in the first few months. Looking up, there are natural landscapes everywhere, with fragrant flowers and birds singing, waterfalls and clear springs, lush pines and cypresses, vigorous and green, and swaying leaves like a fairyland on earth.

However, people feel bored after squatting in this fairyland for a long time.

The most important thing is that Chen Jiaojiao is not a real old man, she prefers this paradise-like retirement life.

She is just an active, lively little girl...
Others have done a good job of maintenance, and her husband is in the middle school entrance examination.

She has done a good job of maintenance, and her husband is retiring!
Forget it, it doesn't matter if I sing another song for my little cousin.

Wang Tong'er was already very tired today, and she not only stared at the writers at the book shop these days, asking them to write the second part of "Journey to the West", she had to see the finished product before she left, so she could feel at ease.

Prepare the outline and theme of that house fight by yourself, write it out, and find a time to systematically tell them what the storybook wants to express. The most important thing is that the storyline will have ups and downs, and the characters Distinctive personality.Also, it should be easy to understand and popular.Don't be full of books full of 'Zhihu Zheye'······

Wang Tong'er thought of a song "A Kind of Love Called Letting Go". I hope Mr. Hua can understand the meaning of it.

There's no way, who told Shi Niang to be his little cousin?I can only feel sorry for you, sir.

However, Wang Tonger still asked her petite cousin for verification, and asked in a low voice, "Can you play "A Kind of Love Called Letting Go"?"

Chen Jiaojiao didn't even think about it: "Yes!"

Wang Tong'er nodded, feeling relieved.Cranking the folding fan back to the middle of the stage, Wang Tonger closed the folding fan in her hand and grinned. Strangely, the hall, which was still applauded just now, was suddenly quiet for a moment.

The dazzling Young Master Qin on the stage has clear eyes, and every frown and smile is full of charm...

"Qin Yu is here, thank you for your love," Wang Tong'er tapped her hand lightly with her fan and said, "Next, I'll sing "There's a Kind of Love Called Letting Go". As the name suggests, hehe, you guys understand!"

The overly enthusiastic applause and applause from the box on the second floor successfully attracted customers from the third floor.

Originally, they also left to go home after eating and drinking. They had just descended the stairs on the third floor and before they reached the second floor, they heard endless applause from the second floor...

Needless to say, there must be a wonderful opera performance on the second floor, otherwise, how could there be such a big commotion?
Wang Tong'er was worried that the audience on the second floor would be too noisy, which would make customers who don't like to listen to ditties disgusted and cause unnecessary trouble.

She didn't know that ancient art programs were boring, and literati and refined scholars could invite a few friends of the same kind to go outing in the countryside to recite poems and paint, go to restaurants, go to the company to drink and compose poems for fun, or go to the theater to sing a few times with the actors. sentence.

Merchants only care about making money, and if they have money, they take concubines.

Only when I have nothing to do, I go to the restaurant to listen to the opera twice, or it is a family banquet, and I invite the actors to sing for a few days...

How can modern people's spare time be rich and colorful?
Therefore, Wang Tonger sang a different but extremely beautiful ditty, which can be said to be popular all over Qinzhou, regardless of gender, age or age. Humming to listen to relieve addiction.

On the bright and dazzling stage, the guzheng sounded, and when Wang Tonger was waiting for the prelude to end and was about to start singing, she raised her eyes and said, "Uh yell, my darling... why are there so many people rushing in at once?"
The accompaniment waited for no one, so Wang Tonger could only sing along with the guzheng heartily, throwing herself into the world of her song:
There is a kind of love called letting go
A wind blows from the dark sky
Messy hair covering eyes
I can't erase the scenes imprinted in my mind

And heart-piercing pain
isn't it really long
Why do we always have to break up
You can't understand how my heart feels right now
I really really don't want you to go
There is a kind of love called letting go
not forever
I only miss you secretly in my heart

I hope there is such a space in your heart

I want to let myself fly...

This song is not sung by Wang Tonger solo, but a duet of male and female voices.

Prefect Ning: Is there such a way of singing in the world?The singing made his heart soften, and his eye sockets were wet.

Xue Yu: My young master wants to imitate, but where can I find a female voice to sing in chorus?

Xue Yu was in trouble for a while, and became dazed...
Huawen Pavilion: The old man also needs to sing a ditty, and only by cooperating with the old wife can the wife sing along with the husband.

It's just that his old man recalled the meaning expressed in the lyrics.The mood is complicated and unspeakable, the emotions in my heart are churning, and I froze instantly...
The novel and unique singing style of Wang Tonger and Chen Jiaojiao is not only soul-stirring, but also the interpretation of the singing is free and easy. In an instant, people abandon all distracting thoughts in their hearts and plunge into the world of the song they sang.

There were boos and laments for a while, and everyone just forgot to give applause.

When Wang Tong'er followed Chen Jiaojiao down from the stage, the crowd came back to their senses, and thunderous applause and applause erupted in an instant. Unfortunately, Wang Tong'er was no longer on the stage...

"Sir, would it be good for Master to stay at the student's house tonight?" Wang Tong'er turned around and asked after sending off Ning Zhifu and other people.

"Don't bother, I have booked a room in the teahouse guest room for the teacher." Huawen Pavilion warmly refused.

Wang Tong'er caught a glimpse of the Jiaojiao cousin standing behind Mr. Hua with a small head, and frequently cast pleading looks at herself, hoping that she could talk about going to Huawen Pavilion and live in Qin's house.

Wang Tong'er saw the cute expression of the little cousin on the cheek of an old lady, and the smile on the corner of her lips could not be suppressed. If this was not in front of her husband, she would probably have laughed so hard...