Chapter 539 542, drama is like life (one more)

  The briar grows in the mountains.

   It seems that as long as you find a place with wild roses, you can find the Resurrection Grass.

   Chu Jin originally wanted to find A Zi to ask about the situation, but A Zi fell asleep on the table again, Chu Jin frowned slightly, this A Zi seems to be a little abnormal recently.

   It seems that I can only figure out a way by myself.

   Nanshan is so big, and I am not familiar with the geographical environment here, where can I find wild roses?

  Chu Jin lowered his eyebrows and sniffed the wild rose in his hands, with deep thoughts in his eyes.

   The bright red flowers on the jade-like cheeks look so bright and moving, and it also interprets the sentence of closing the moon and embarrassing flowers.

   Seeing her like this, Mo Qingyi stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Jin? What do you think?"

  Chu Jin retracted his thoughts and smiled lightly, "It's okay, let's go, aren't you hungry?"

  Mo Qingyi knew that Chu Jin had his own little secret, so he didn't ask any more questions, he smiled and pulled Chu Jin and Miao Xinran forward.

  Leaving three big men walking side by side behind, because appearance and aura coexist.

   attracted many young girls to look back frequently, but they were only looking back frequently, and they did not dare to come forward to chat up.

Mo Qingyi is a troubled child with ADHD. Carrying a flower basket, he bounces along the way without stopping, and along the way, as long as he meets someone, regardless of gender, age, or child, he will present a wild rose. .

   is also famously known as: giving roses to people, the hand has a lingering fragrance.

   When they received the wild roses that Mo Qingyi offered to give, passers-by were startled, thinking in their hearts, whose melon baby is this.

   And when the single young men received Mo Qingyi's flowers, their faces flushed even more. Looking at the flowers in their hands, their brains made up a lot of drama.

   Mu Zhe's face at the back of his body was almost blackened.

  Mo Zhixuan reached out and patted Duanmu Zhe on the shoulder, and said something meaningful, "Worry more."

   Duanmuzhe raised his eyes in surprise, restraining the excitement in his body, "Ninth Brother?"

What does    Brother Jiu mean? Do you mean to support him?

   But Mo Zhixuan didn't speak, and returned to his noble and cold appearance, his sharp and angular facial features were hidden in the light, looming, mysterious and public.

   Seeing him like this, Duanmu Zhe swallowed his throat and said nothing more.

   On the other side of the street, a bright yellow figure flashed past.

   Qin Jinyong's pupils shrank slightly, paused, and said, "Ninth brother, Duanmu, I suddenly found something left in the inn, go back and get it, you go first, don't wait for me."

   "Go." Mo Zhixuan's thin lips parted lightly, and he spat out two words lightly.

   Qin Jinyong nodded, turned around and ran quickly towards the direction of the inn.

  Mo Zhixuan continued to walk with Duanmu Zhe.

   The group soon arrived at the specialty restaurant that Duanmu Zhe said, and Mo Qingyi also finished the roses in his hands, and even gave away the baskets with flowers.

  Like all the surrounding buildings, this restaurant is also a very old building.

  The restaurant is very big, and there are many customers coming and going by the door, unlike the Duyin Inn where they live, which is very depressing.

   As soon as he walked into the door of the restaurant, Chu Jin's eyes were drawn to the stage in the middle of the hall. Tsing Yi, dressed in exquisite costumes, appeared on stage.

   Ya's tactful opera came into my ears through the flowing air, "It turns out that the purple and red blossoms are blooming all over the place, like this, they are all given to the broken well and the ruins..."

   is the most famous excerpt from the Kunqu Opera "Peony Pavilion", "A Dream in the Garden".

   Hearing this familiar singing voice and familiar makeup, Chu Jin's eyes gradually became moist.

  In the past life, when she was Qin Jie, her grandmother's best actress was Du Liniang. She often wore costumes, painted Du Liniang makeup, and babbled and sang in the garden all by herself.

   Xu was infected by her grandmother, she also liked Kunqu Opera very much, and even almost became a Tsing Yi once, but all this changed after meeting Shen Lingtian.

  For Shen Lingtian, she gave up her favorite Kunqu Opera, not only writing and writing, but even wandering between shopping malls and others.

   In the end, it turned out to be a fire.

Life is like a drama, drama is like life.

   Just like Du Liniang on stage, after waking up from a dream, what awaits her is nothing but emptiness.

   After many years, when she heard the long-lost Kunqu Opera again, it was already a different thing.

   Grandma became a pile of dead bones because of her willfulness, and she became Chu Jin.

   The group walked to the handrail on the second floor and sat down.

  The line of sight here is very good, as long as you lower your eyes, you can store the entire restaurant under your eyes.

After    was seated, Chu Jin's attention was still focused on the stage. Qing Jun's face did not have any superfluous expressions, but his eyes were very focused, and his eyes were even slightly red.

"Brother Jin, can you understand what she sings?" Seeing her like this, Mo Qingyi raised her head curiously and glanced downstairs. Anyway, she couldn't understand a single word. Yeah, the tone is dragged for a long time, and it sounds very boring.

   Today's young people like pop music, DJs, and hi songs. How many of them will pay attention to these ancient operas?

  Only those elderly people who are retired will listen to some operas when they pass the time.

  Chu Jin withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "I can understand a little bit."

   "Brother Jin, are you bragging?" Mo Qingyi doubted Chu Jin for the first time, "If you can understand, tell us what kind of Huangmei opera she sang?"

  In Mo Qingyi's heart, all the babbling dramas are called Huangmei Opera. Knowing that Huangmei Opera is because of Mrs. Mo, she often watches some opera programs, and occasionally hums a few lines of "The Concubine".

  Chu Jin glanced at her and said quietly, "They sing Kunqu Opera."

  Mo Qingyi nodded thoughtfully, "So she sang the Huangmei Opera called Kunqu Opera, but the name is so strange..."

  Mo Zhixuan: "..."

   Duanmu Zhe: "..."

  Chu Jin explained to her the difference between Kunqu Opera and Huangmei Opera very patiently.

   She explained in great detail, but not complicated and easy to understand. At a glance, you can tell that she has deeply researched this aspect.

  It is said that people who do one thing seriously are the most attractive. It is suitable to use this sentence to describe the current Chu Jin.

   She explained to Mo Qingyi very seriously. The tone was shallow, like a river coming in gurgles.

  Wind and charm.

   The old man at the back table couldn't stop nodding, and his eyes showed appreciation.

Mo Qingyi was in a fog, and seemed to understand, but after listening to her words, Miao Xinran's big beautiful eyes flashed full of admiration, "Wow, Ajin, you are too amazing, You actually know how to play!"

  Chu Jin smiled lightly, "Before there were elders in the family who liked to study these things, so they understood a little bit."

  Mo Qingyi leaned over his head and joked, "Brother Jin, tell me honestly, are you really not a child grandma in Tianshan?"

   Is this person really only eighteen years old?

   Is there really an 18-year-old girl who likes such an ancient opera?

  Chu Jin rolled her eyes at her, "If I were Tianshan's grandmother, I would be the first to eat you."

   After listening to Chu Jin's explanation, Miao Xinran became very interested in Kunqu Opera. She pulled Chu Jin's hand and said, "A Jin, A Jin, can you tell me the story of this Peony Pavilion?"

  Chu Jin nodded, and then briefly described to Miao Xinran the background of the story of "The Peony Pavilion", and ended the story with the ten words "See you under the peony flowers, even a ghost will get married".

   Knowing the whole story, when I listened to Tsing Yi humming under the stage again, I had a different feeling in my heart.

   A person who yearns for freedom of marriage but is oppressed by feudal ethics, and in the end a beautiful love can only be realized in a dream, Du Liniang is undoubtedly pitiful.

   "Du Liniang is so pitiful..." Miao Xinran sighed with red eyes.

  Mo Qingyi patted Miao Xinran on the shoulder, "Hey, hey, look at your unpromising appearance, you have to remember that you are eighteen years old this year, not eighty years old!"

  Miao Xinran said "hey", "You, a person without artistic skills, won't understand."

  Mo Qingyi pouted in dissatisfaction, "Let's talk about it when I'm eighty..."

   After a while, Qin Jinyong was long overdue.

  While saying sorry words, he leaned over and sat down beside Miao Xinran, "I'm sorry for making everyone wait for a long time."

When everyone arrived, Duanmu Zhe greeted the waiter to serve the dishes.

   Six people ordered a table full of dishes, all of which are usually special dishes that cannot be eaten in Beijing.

   At the dinner table, Mo Zhixuan kept adding vegetables to Chu Jin's bowl, but he rarely moved his chopsticks.

  Chu Jin occasionally peels a shrimp for Mo Zhixuan, dips it in garlic chili sauce and puts it on the plate in front of him.

   So Mr. Mo, who never eats spicy food, quietly ate all the shrimp she peeled.

   Looking at the interaction between the two, Qin Jinyong frowned slightly.

   Brother Jiu really can't be stuck like this.

   In this case, only Brother Jiu will be hurt the most.

   He had to cut through the mess with a quick knife.

   "Zhi Xuan." At that time, a gentle voice like water appeared in the air.

Everyone at the table looked up subconsciously, and saw that the person who came was a woman of about twenty years old, wearing a bright yellow dress with a phoenix tail embroidered on the skirt. The appearance of a woman in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

   Qin Jinyong stood up immediately and said in surprise, "Zhu Rao, why are you here?"

The    woman smiled and nodded, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

   Duanmu Zhe greeted politely, "Hello, Sister Zhu Rao."

   Qin Zhurao responded politely.

   It can be seen that this is a woman raised in a deep boudoir with very good manners.

   However, she clearly knew Qin Jinyong and Duanmu Zhe, but she only called Mo Zhixuan's name, which was a bit interesting.

  Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi were obviously seeing Qin Zhurao for the first time, and their eyes were filled with curiosity when they saw the person coming.

  The waiter brought a chair.

  It was originally a round table for six people, but suddenly there was one more person, which inevitably made it a little crowded, and the six people were all in pairs, so Qin Zhurao looked a little embarrassed no matter where she sat.

   "Just leave me here." Qin Jinyong said suddenly.

   Hearing the words, the waiter put the chair in his hand beside Qin Jinyong, Mo Zhixuan was on Qin Jinyong's left and Miao Xinran was on his right.

   In this way, the person on Qin Jinyong's left side became Qin Zhurao, and the person on Mo Zhixuan's left side also became Qin Zhurao.

   It looks a bit like hugging from left to right.

   I don't know if Qin Jinyong was intentional or not.

  Chu Jin didn't pay much attention, the left and right were just seats.

  Mo Zhixuan frowned calmly. Xu was taking care of Qin Zhurao's face and didn't say anything to stop him, but moved his chair to Chu Jin's side.

When    Qin Zhurao came, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed instantly.

  Mo Qingyi was too embarrassed to make a loud chewing noise even when he was eating.

  Because Qin Zhurao is too gentle and elegant, and even speaks softly, just like a woman who came out of an ancient lady's picture, she doesn't look like a modern person at all.

   "Zhixuan, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still the same, nothing has changed." Qin Zhurao looked at Mo Zhixuan, opened her mouth slightly, and her voice was extremely gentle.

   Hearing her words, you know that she and Mo Zhixuan are old acquaintances.

  Mo Zhixuan pursed his lips. Hearing this, he just gave a faint 'um', and then said, "The same is true for you."

  Qin Zhurao smiled, "How can I compare with you," then continued, "By the way, I have heard about Chu Yi, don't be too sad, condolences."

   In front of the new love at the dinner table, mentioning the old love, this is the rhythm of doing things.

  Chu Jin subconsciously felt that this Qin Zhurao visitor was not good.

   However, Mo Zhixuan was not angry, but just said with a normal expression, "She is suffering the consequences of herself, and there is nothing to sympathize with."

   It can be seen that Mo Zhixuan treats Qin Zhurao differently from other women.

   If it were someone else, Mo Zhixuan might not have such a good temper.

Qin Zhurao sighed, "Even though I said so, after all, Chu Yi is the only bloodline of the Zheng family, and when Zilong was alive..." At this point, Qin Zhurao's words stopped abruptly, "I'm sorry! Am I right? What did you say wrong?"

Zheng Chuyi is not only the only bloodline of the Zheng family in the world, but also Zheng Zilong's favorite sister. Zheng Zilong's death has always been a knot in Mo Zhixuan's heart. He feels guilty for Zheng Zilong, so even if it happened like that Mo Zhixuan still treats Zheng Chuyi as a relative, and even allowed her to live in Mo's house during that time.

   This is a promise, a promise to the deceased.

   But now, Zheng Chuyi is dead, and he died under the hands of Mo Zhixuan's fiancee. Isn't this a villain who is light-hearted and untrustworthy?

   Qin Zhurao's remarks are to draw out Mo Zhixuan's guilt towards Zheng Zilong, because she knows that Mo Zhixuan has always been a decent gentleman.

  Once Mo Zhixuan feels guilty about Zheng Zilong again, then he must have a suspicion of the real murderer. This move is also deliberately provoking the relationship between Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

   That Zheng Chuyi is really stupid, she clearly has such a good deck of cards in her hand, yet she can be beaten so badly by her!

   In the end, he actually died!

   Sure enough, after hearing this sentence, Mo Zhixuan's expression changed.

   Qin Zhurao raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

   In terms of means, she is more than ten times higher than Zheng Chuyi, but unfortunately she does not have a good brother like Zheng Zilong.

   The table was a little quiet, Qin Jinyong and Duanmu Zhe knew what happened back then, but they didn't know how to speak at the moment.

   On the other hand, Mo Qingyi and Miao Xinran were confused, and they were a little confused.

  Chu Jin listened calmly and did not answer.

As long as the goal is achieved, Qin Zhuo did not continue the topic, but continued, "Zhixuan, I see that the little girl sitting next to you is very good-looking, why didn't you give me an introduction?"

Mo Zhixuan then stood up and introduced to Qin Zhurao, "This is my fiancee, Chu Jin." After the words fell, he said to Chu Jin, "A Jin, this is Qin Zhurao, Miss Qin, and my mother's lifesaver. benefactor."

   This is to explain why he treats Qin Zhurao a little bit special.

   Hearing this, Qin Zhurao smiled and said, "What kind of savior doesn't save lives, Zhixuan, you are too outrageous! Since I am a descendant of Bian Que, it is my responsibility to practice medicine to save people."

   After the words fell, he stretched out his right hand towards Chu Jin, and said softly, "Hello, Miss Chu, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

Chu Jin noticed that Qin Zhurao was wearing a pair of thin gloves, which were transparent, like cicada wings, with hollow patterns embroidered on them. Kind of disrespectful to people.

  Chu Jin hesitated for a moment, reached out to touch her fingertips, and smiled slightly, "Me too, glad to meet you."

   After the two of them were seated, Mo Qingyi looked at Qin Zhurao a little strangely and asked, "You just said that you are the descendant of Bian Que, the ancestor of medicine?"

   (end of this chapter)