Princess Jian Guo gl

Looking at the face on the drawing paper that was so familiar that I couldn't be more familiar with it, I grinned and wanted to smile, but the corners of my mouth seemed to be frozen by iron juice, and I couldn't lift it up.

With an expression that I thought I was laughing, I crumpled the drawing paper into a small ball and threw it into the charcoal basin. The flames of the charcoal basin burst out and swallowed the paper ball in an instant.

I rubbed my eyes, lifted the blanket and got off the soft couch, and said with a smile, "Mr. Bai, what are you doing? How is it possible?"

Baishitong looked at me with his hands behind his back, as if he expected that I would not believe it. He stroked his graying beard and waved his hand: "Since Your Highness doesn't believe it, forget it. Anyway, he has begun to recover his memory, and he will remember it all in another day." Later, I will come again."

Saying to go.

I quickly grabbed him and said with a smile: "Sir, don't be angry, I don't believe it at all. It's just that she treated me too well. If I want to believe that she has harmed me before, I really can't accept it."

The little old man was extremely arrogant, with his nostrils upturned: "The humble minister is not angry."

Seeing that I didn't continue to apologize, the little old man continued to snort coldly: "I don't want to be angry."

Seeing that I still didn't continue to apologize, the little old man sneered: "This minister is only doing things for the master, since the minister is done, it will be useless, why not resign and retire tomorrow..."

"Hey, my Mr. Bai." I pulled him to sit on the teacher's chair, "Don't be annoyed, I know you are loyal, and I know that brother Yiyuan is always thinking of me, I just lost my mind and said something wrong Yes, I can accept it, I can accept everything."

Baishitong retracted his nostrils a little bit, and eased his expression a little: "The boss who sells Wangyouxiang is currently staying at the Jingzhong Inn. Would you like to see him? I think you look full of energy, and you are probably in good health."

I was a little too lazy to move, so I quickly leaned on the chair and said weakly: "Oh, it seems like I've lost my waist, Mr. Bai, I'm not up to date, I'm afraid I won't be able to go today..."

***

"... yes."

The four golden characters of Fulu Tea House are a bit eye-catching. I looked at the know-it-all who was condescending and looking down at me with a wooden face: "Mr. Bai is really a man of action, he can do whatever he says, and he doesn't have time to react at all. .”

Bai Shitong signaled the boy to put me down, and rewarded them with money: "I'm tired, this girl is indeed a bit heavy, use the money to buy some food to replenish my strength."

The boys wiped their sweat and took the silver, thank you so much

I:"……"

I struggled to get off the stretcher, and I couldn't stand upright with my old waist supported. I walked on the bumpy road all the way, and my back was damaged even though it was fine.

I asked him, "Mr. Bai, have I offended you before?"

Know-it-all was surprised: "You remember?"

I:"……"

I leaned on the wall and groped into the teahouse: "Drink whatever you want, at public expense."

"Then I'm welcome."

The teahouse is very interesting. The tables, chairs and benches are all made of bamboo, and there are brush and ink paintings hanging on the beams and pillars of the walls, which is elegant.

There is a table on the left side of the teahouse, and a small table is placed on the table. A man in a green shirt is writing something in front of the table.

Seeing me staring at this person, Know-it-all said with a look of disgust: "Miss, you haven't even met Mr. Storyteller?"

I put my hips on my hips: "Who did you learn from the next crime? Wei Ziming?"

Best Buy chose a clean place to sit down, called the waiter, and ordered a lot of things in one go, including greasy food like pork knuckles.

I touched the purse, feeling a little sore in my heart.Although it was spent money from the national treasury, it was a bit too ruthless.

I forced a smile and said, "Mr. Bai, are you afraid of getting sick from eating such greasy food?"

Baishitong stroked his beard, nodded in agreement, and called the waiter again: "One more pot of top-quality Pu'er Gua Sha Sha Oil."

I:"……"

I serve.

I will change my name to Nan Very Fu from now on.

While waiting for the dishes, Beston explained to me that the boss of the spice seller likes meat and meat, this is to impress him, and it will be more convenient for him to ask questions when the time comes.After finishing speaking, he told us that he hadn't revealed our identities to the boss, so it's best not to leak anything when the hatchback meets.

I like this kind of mysterious thing the most, so I agreed immediately.

While chatting, the man who was lying on the desk writing something just now caught a glimpse of me, his expression froze, which slowly turned into surprise.

"Miss Qingru!" he exclaimed in surprise.

This man's voice was loud, and when he shouted, everyone in the restaurant followed his voice and looked over.

Fortunately, I was dressed like an ordinary girl, and the front of my face was blocked by sauce elbows, so the guests didn't recognize me.

Of course, it is also possible that after I got fat, I lost my recognition.

Baishitong looked at me suspiciously, stood up and stood in front of the man running towards me happily: "Master, may I ask who is looking for my girl..."

The man in the green shirt was taken aback, looked at me and then at Know-it-all, Xu Shi also realized his recklessness, hurriedly straightened his clothes and saluted: "I, Gu Runzhi, used to talk about operas in Liyuan, but now he is the storyteller of Fulu Teahouse."

Gu Runzhi?

I saw that the man was only 27 or [-] years old. Although his clothes were simple and his environment was shabby, his eyes were bright and his eyes were bright. His gestures and gestures were like those of a scholar. At a glance, he could tell that he was slightly different from ordinary storytellers.

And he just called me Qingru, and he mentioned Liyuan again.I can't help but whisper in my heart.

Qingru is the pseudonym I used when I corresponded with a person named Zhuya. Judging from my precious Tibetan letters at that time, this name should be regarded as my secret, and it is reasonable to say that it will not be easily known by others.And even though the Pear Garden is a place to watch plays and play, Ying Luo mentioned this place to me some time ago, so we know that there must be a universe here, and this person brought it up again today, so I have to ask more carefully.

"Mr. Gu, please come and sit down." I gave PepsiCo a wink, he nodded, pulled a screen to block us, and stood outside to watch over us.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Gu Runzhi smiled and said: "I've used it, Qingru, you don't have to be polite to me. I haven't seen you for many years, how are you doing?"

"It's okay." I followed the words, "How about you?"

"Later, I stopped working in Liyuan. I took the book you and Miss Sang gave me and became a storyteller. Don't tell me, this book is so well written that it's a full house no matter where it is written."

I interrupted his ecstasy, and frowned and said: "Who? Miss Sang? Which Miss Sang?"

Gu Runzhi shook his head and said with a smile: "Qing Ru's memory has deteriorated. It's Miss Sang Zhu Ya. A few years ago, you came to Liyuan and went back and forth with her. The relationship between you is very close. It is said that you wrote this book together. .”

"Mulberry, bamboo, buds."

Mulberry buds?

Bamboo sprouts?

Suddenly a pair of gentle eyes flashed in front of him.

——Take Mulianzhu, how about calling me Zhuya?

——Then faintly, how about calling me Zhuya?

not……

impossible.

how is this possible.

I picked up Pu'er and gulped a few mouthfuls, then asked again: "Do you still remember what she looks like?"

Speaking of this, Gu Runzhi's expression softened, and there was still a shy smile on the corner of his lips: "Miss Sang likes to wear lead robes and white clothes, her eyebrows are gentle and upright, ah, the amorous mole at the corner of her eye is the most beautiful... "

According to Gu Runyi's description, Sang Shuya's posture and appearance slowly appeared in front of my eyes.

It turned out that she was the one who corresponded with me?It turned out to be her?

I coughed violently.

Gu Runzhi was frightened, and hurried up to cheer me up, while Bian Shun made fun of me: "What's wrong with you? Why does it seem like you don't remember her. You are obviously the best."

"Good? I'm close with her?" I coughed even worse, and even the know-it-all who had been guarding outside came in and took a look at me.

"Yeah, I remember that you two always got together and talked and laughed. I felt that there was a tacit understanding between you. What you said just now, we all realized it, and she laughed. Oh, yes, then At that time, you were still learning acting from the troupe, and you also learned how to beat someone and pretend to be dead, saying that you wanted to scare someone."

Gu Runzhi looked at me with a smile: "How is it, did you get scared in the end?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to answer.

For some reason, I want to run away from this place.

Now, right now, right now.

He looked at me strangely with his chin resting on his cheek, and asked again: "Miss Sang is still fine now. I haven't seen her for many years and I don't know if she still remembers me as a little actor. Why didn't you come again suddenly? It's been a long time..."

Gu Runzhi's words drifted away from me, and I suppressed the revived memory in my mind, and forced a smile: "Because..."

"She died..."