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6.

Zhao Wumian rushed back to the play garden before the dawn, washed up as usual, drank water to moisten his throat, then walked to the yard wearing only a thin cotton coat, and was about to open his voice, but found that there was a child missing.

After looking around, he was sure that there was no trace of him, so he asked lightly:

"How about Ruyi?"

"He..." The big apprentice was honest and dull, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"There is a meeting in the Bai mansion today. It will start after noon and will continue until late at night. Fourth uncle told Ruyi to go." The second apprentice hurriedly explained for him, looking down at his toes, not daring to lift them.

This fourth uncle is dumb.

Zhao Wumian formed fists with his hands, clenched tightly, his nails almost embedded in his palms, but he said calmly:

"Go get the post and show me."

I think he was the same back then, step by step, forever.

The second apprentice quickly submitted the post, and Wu Mian opened it to see that his name was impressively written inside.

Every time Bai Jing sees him, he is always like a greedy cat smelling something fishy, ​​Zhao Wumian knows it all too well, but now he has Rong Qi beside his pillow, like a yellow robe, no one dares to provoke him.The third young master of the Bai family, who made a fortune by relying on opium and war, did not dare to act rashly. At most, he was invited to sing at a party for one night and toast a glass of wine.

But Ruyi is only 14 years old this year, and she is very handsome. She is not around, and has no one to rely on.

7.

Zhao Wumian finished hanging his throat, finished the scene, and went out the door.

The cigarette seller on the opposite side was squatting on the side of the road. When he saw him coming, he smiled slightly and got up to light a cigarette. He leaned close to his face, held it in his mouth, and fumbled all over his pockets. He didn't care and said vaguely:

"I forgot to bring change, so I'll put it on credit first."

The little brother who sells cigarettes naturally doesn't care about the small money with him, he only half-truthfully said:

"Of course, Boss Zhao is not short of money. Let's settle the matter quickly. I'll settle all the accounts tomorrow. I'm a small business and I can't afford it."

Zhao Wumian gently put the cigarette body between his nose and sniffed it back and forth. His nose bridge was straight, his lips were red and his teeth were white.

"Don't worry, I will quit tomorrow, and I won't smoke this harmful thing again."

"You are serious, you are trying to break me."

Zhao Wumian took a puff of cigarette lightly and exhaled a string of white smoke rings.He has long-term headaches. Someone once advised him to smoke opium to relieve pain. When he had an attack, he endured it abruptly and only smoked a few cigarettes to distract himself.

However, later he realized the beauty in the bed, which relieved the pain. The previous embarrassment suddenly became a life-saving straw. One after another, the people on the bed were like crucian carp crossing the river, and he did not resist in every possible way like before.

Since he couldn't avoid it, he just opened his legs to enjoy it. Since then, Zhao Wumian has become addicted to sex.

8.

Zhao Wumian arrived at the Bai Mansion by himself before noon, but unexpectedly the concierge changed, and the last time he rewarded himself with a show here was last year.Time passed, and he was actually stopped outside the gate.

"Do you have an invitation card?" The concierge glanced at him. He was wearing a very ordinary smoky blue robe and a pair of cloth shoes. He had a tall figure and a very prominent face, but this could not be used as a pass for him to enter and exit the White Mansion with the dignitaries.

"I forgot to bring it." Wu Mian answered seriously, but in exchange for a sneer from the porter.

"Then I'll excuse you to go back and get it." After finishing speaking, as if he didn't have time to continue dealing with him, he asked someone to close the small door next to him to end this unnecessary entanglement.

Wumian was not annoyed, he stood tall and tall at the foot of the steps, his demeanor was unparalleled, attracting guests to look at him frequently.He became famous when he was young, and then went south to sing 160 five times in a row.

"I'm blind! Boss Zhao..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was snatched away:

"Sleepless, rare visitor."

9.

Because of Bai Jing's personal greeting, Zhao Wumian calmly entered the Bai mansion.

"Your name was written on the post, but the mute gestured to me, saying that you were not free, so he forced Ruyi to come over." Bai Jing dragged him to the garden, where he served new tea, and found good tea from a recent trip. All the delicious food was piled up in front of him, as if a child was eagerly begging for a compliment, his expression was pitiful and ridiculous.

Wumian lazily sat in the middle of the lake basking in the sun for a while, didn't speak, just squinted to see him trying his best to please him, after a long time, he took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said:

"It's been a long time since I've been on stage, I'm no different from a useless person, and I don't know if opening my mouth will scare people away."

Bai Jing interrupted him immediately:

"Wumian, you say that, I'm the one who abused you, I feel uncomfortable hearing it."

Zhao Wumian smiled, changed another posture, and spoke shyly but sincerely:

"Bai Jing, I want to sing."

10.

It's true that Zhao Wumian hasn't appeared on stage in public for a long time. He himself refuses to let go all day, and gets up early every day to hang his voice, but Rong Yin can't see him loving one thing so much, almost sinking his whole life into it.

Later, there were fewer and fewer occasions to invite him, and Zhao Wumian had nowhere to go, so he wrote operas at home, thinking about the content and libretto.

For this alone, he couldn't love Rong Yin.

Ruyi was putting on makeup in the room, her clothes hadn't changed yet, she was wearing a snow-white undershirt, exactly the same as he was back then.

Wumian crossed the threshold and walked behind him silently. Ruyi saw Master in the mirror early in the morning. He was a little unexpectedly happy in his heart, but before he showed it, he restrained his emotions and called out lightly "Master".

Among all Wumian's disciples, Ruyi is the one who is the most pretentious, but also has the highest talent, so she always secretly compares her master's situation with her own in the bottom of her heart.

After much calculation, he is only 14 years old, and he already understands that there is probably no possibility of surpassing sleeplessness in this life.

Wumian is only six or seven years older than him.

These six or seven years have been an insurmountable gap, even though Wumian no longer appeared on stage, stopped in her tracks, and waited for him at the other end.

Who knew that God would give him such an opportunity, as long as he sang famous tonight, he would win another round, and maybe his life would be rewritten accordingly.

Isn't Longtan and Tiger's Den a hotbed of success and fame?

At that time, Zhao Wumian will definitely look at him with blue eyes.