Costume Mountains and Rivers

After speaking, he turned to Mo Qinghe and said, "This one hasn't been introduced yet, I heard that he is a friend of the third child? Looks young, has he graduated?"

Mo Qinghe heard her deliberately emphasize "no three no four", and knew that the topic would soon be transferred to herself, so she was mentally prepared. She didn't want her to ask about her studies, and her expression was very kind. It didn't look like it was intentional, but she was sincere Said: "No, I'm still studying at Peking University."

Before the word "book" was finished, Mrs. Shen seemed to know what he was going to say, and simply interrupted him: "That's not bad, children in our family don't have to worry about errands, read books, go abroad to see the world, like Min Juan, studying art in Europe, I think it's very good, don't be like those petty people who rush out to find jobs, don't you still need the two money?"

Mrs. Shen's smile became more and more loving, but Mo Qinghe could hear the taste in her words. Knowing that it was sarcasm, she lowered her head and did not speak. She pursued the victory and continued: "Since this is the friend of the third child, He must be a decent person, I don't know where your parents got their jobs?"

Manny burst out laughing, covering her mouth with five long fingers, and turned her face away, her fingertips were painted with bright red Kodan, her lips were mulberry red, as if she had sucked full blood and spit it on her nails. A frightening beauty.Shen Lisong pushed her lightly, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing to do with you, let's stop making trouble."

Manny was busy watching the show, twisted her body, and slapped his hand off impatiently.

The smile on Mrs. Shen's face suddenly disappeared, and her eyes became sharp, but she picked up the teacup, lifted the lid and took a sip, staring at Mo Qinghe and said: "My third child has a problem, he always hangs out with fans who sing operas. Nonsense, those people don't care about shame, since he has become self-reliant, I have never talked about him, now that he is engaged, the husband must always persuade him, and we can't let that kind of person corrupt the family style."

She was talking, as if she had just noticed Mo Qinghe's appearance, looked at him carefully, and pretended to be surprised: "This gentleman looks really pleasing, as white as a big girl, can't be Singing, right?"

It was only then that Mo Qinghe knew where Shen Peinan's mouth that made people so angry came from. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the expression and tone of this powerful old lady resembled Shen Peinan, so he was not very angry, and even wanted to hear it. What else could she say, so she replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Mrs. Shen has a good eye. Thanks to the old and young men in the capital who appreciate it and call Mo Qinghe a red horn, but it is a pity that she publicly announced not long ago that she will not be on stage, so she is an opera singer." , not very authentic."

Shen Peinan's second elder brother, Shen Shuzhu, doesn't like disputes. He prides himself on having a heart like a literati. He neither looks down on actors nor has any special sympathy. He has always regarded Mo Qinghe as a domesticated parrot, and always feels that he should obediently cling to Shen Peinan's side. , I didn't want him to be quite calm since entering the dinner party, so I was a little surprised, stopped the chopsticks, and looked up at him deeply.

Mo Qinghe didn't pay attention, he gave up the food, and now he was concentrating on the challenge, clasped his hands on his knees, and was touched by Shen Peinan just now, he turned his head and saw Shen Peinan blinking at him, big It has the connotation of "well done".

Mo Qinghe couldn't hold back, and grinned.

Seeing him laughing, Mrs. Shen felt that her authority was being challenged, she suddenly became angry, and slammed the tea bowl on the table with a loud clang.

Seeing that the situation was deteriorating, Shen Peinan frowned and stopped, "Mom, it's almost done."

Shen Piaoping wrote him the note that the wolf is coming, but she really wanted to see a joke in her heart. Seeing that her mother was really angry, she knew the pros and cons of it, so she interjected: "Now the old customs are no longer practiced. People of the new school, how can they look at people with the old class concept? Farmers, workers, and opera singers, as long as they don’t steal or rob, they all use labor to make money, and they are not inferior to our family. Even a lot more free."

Mo Qinghe's heart moved, and he looked up at the young girl from the Shen family. Although the content of her words was not unusual, the way she spoke was very familiar. The sensitivity of underground work and loyalty to faith allowed him to quickly enter the working state. He pricked up his ears to look for clues to what Li Mosheng said.

"Crack." A crisp sound interrupted his thoughts, Mrs. Shen showed an angry face, and the chopsticks in her hand suddenly flew out.

The sound was very high-pitched and crisp, and the chopsticks rolled a few times after they hit the ground. The guests at the nearby tables stopped talking and laughing, and looked back at this side. When they stopped, the guests in the distance didn't understand what they meant, but after a while, The whole hall fell silent. Everyone noticed that Mrs. Shen lost her temper, but they didn't know why.

Mrs. Shen's voice became louder, trembling slightly, but she pointed at Shen Piaoping, and said sharply: "This has nothing to do with the old class concept. If I were a conservative person, I would have donated furniture with your father to establish the party state. , Hiding in Tibet all day long? Is the equality and freedom we believe in fake?"

Shen Piaoping didn't dare to argue, and persuaded: "When people come to visit, Mom, you are a caring person, save some face for others."

"At the door? Did I invite him to come? I still want to kick out those dirty people!" Mrs. Shen turned to Shen Peinan again: "Today we don't talk about ideals, we only talk about family. Why are opera singers looked down upon? Boys and girls like you, will play with you, eat with you, and play around with you? Isn’t it just for your money! People like them will change their faces every day, and they will turn their faces immediately when they see no profit. People are ostentatious everywhere, ruining their reputation and family, think for yourself if it’s worth it!"

At the end of this series of words, she almost shouted angrily, and the direction of Mrs. Shen's finger moved from Shen Peinan to the tip of Mo Qinghe's nose.

The echo effect in the banquet hall is very good, and all the guests can hear clearly. It is not a secret that Shen Peinan likes male actors. Everyone usually doesn't take it seriously, but the old lady didn't know what to do when she brought it to the public. To dissuade her, only a few older relatives and friends stepped forward to support her, and whispered: "Your body is important, calm down, calm down."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Shen Peinan gently pulled Mo Qinghe behind her. Seeing this, Mrs. Shen became even more angry, but Minjuan, knowing that her face would not look good if she became stiff, took Mrs. Shen's hand and comforted her. : "Men, there is always a hobby. My elder brother also admires Kunling, and even bought a small house. I have never dared to tell my mother that this is nothing. Our family does not lack money, let alone worry about money, just buy it. It's fun, and it's over when the freshness wears off."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Shen turned her head to look at her with emotion, patted the back of her hand and said, "You silly girl, I'm afraid that you will be wronged in the future."

Minjuan's cheeks were flushed, and she pushed a strand of dark curly hair behind her ear, revealing a huge pearl on her ear, and said: "They are uneducated, they just have to make a living. I am at the current level, how can I not tolerate it?" These..."

Before finishing speaking, Mo Qinghe grabbed Shen Peinan's arm with one hand, and said very lightly: "Mrs. My friendship with Brother Shen is not for his money."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Peinan suddenly changed his expression, turned around and shouted: "Shut up!"

After all, he pushed him back hard, the force was too great, Mo Qinghe rushed forward a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thud of the chair, but the situation was already like an arrow on the string, and Mrs. Shen had already taken a big step forward. He raised his hand to greet Mo Qinghe, but was blocked by Shen Peinan's push and block. This slap couldn't hold back the momentum, and the slap was crisp and sharp, just hitting Shen Peinan's face. superior!

There were bright red fingerprints on the side of his face in an instant, his lower lip was tightly pressed, his head was lowered to suppress his temper, but his broad shoulders couldn't stop trembling.

When the guests saw that they really moved their hands, they all knew that the two members of the Shen family had the most similar temperaments, and the story of Mrs. Shen wearing a black cloak when she was young, riding a horse and holding a gun to participate in night raids was still printed in some people's minds. Immediately they all left the table and stepped forward to persuade the fight, the banquet became a mess, the two Kunlings on the stage put down their pipas in shock, and turned to go backstage.

Seeing everyone surrounding Mrs. Shen, Mo Qinghe got up and patted the dirt on her knees, went around to Shen Peinan, took out a handkerchief and wiped the red marks on his face, the contempt and bullying she had suffered since childhood filled her heart, but He couldn't say a word, but his eyes were red, and he said slowly and softly: "Brother Shen, I'm causing you trouble..."

Shen Peinan cursed in a low voice, raised his wrist and pulled him forward, covered his fair face with his palm, and kissed his lips fiercely.

Mo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, hugged his back with both hands, and responded fiercely, kissing him deeply, only felt that his nose was filled with the breath of his body and the smell of smoke left between his lips and teeth, the kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, maybe very long , maybe only for a moment, but all the guests in the room were silent, Mo Qinghe reluctantly let go of him, turned around to look around the hall, and his eyes fell on Mrs. Shen.

Mrs. Shen's face was flushed with anger, her chest heaved sharply, she fell down on the chair, her eyelids lowered, and tears rolled down her eyes. But she just cried, the old beauty's eyes were watery, and there was awe-inspiring anger in the water, she stared straight at Mo Qinghe.

"Go and apologize to your wife, and ask someone to take you back to rest, and I'll clean up here." Shen Peinan held his hand, Mo Qinghe smiled at him, broke away from his hand, and walked around.

He gracefully walked up to Mrs. Shen, bowed first, and said sorry, then turned to face the guests in the room, bowed deeply again, and said, "I am extremely sorry for causing the current situation, You all look down on our Pear Garden Tour, and say that we are frivolous, show our faces, and change orders day and night, my behavior is not correct, of course it is irrefutable."

"The relationship between me and Brother Chen, we both kept it a secret, but we still didn't hide it. To this day, I have a lot of things to say, and I can't say it for fear of disgusting everyone and for the sake of Brother Shen. Mo Qing He is an actor, and he has no other skills except singing. All the people here today are friends and relatives, so it’s not a public performance. Qing He will sing a few words for everyone. Now, it’s all in the words.”

These words were spoken extremely slowly, there was something in his words, each word was carefully considered, each word weighed a thousand catties, his eyes fell on Shen Peinan, as if pulling out a broken thread, but after a while, he broke it on his own, and turned back Walking towards the old stage step by step, the luthier hadn't left, and the music group hadn't left yet. He stood on the stage, straightened his tie, adjusted the buttons of his suit vest, swept it down, and smiled embarrassedly. He said softly: "If you don't dress up, you won't add figure."

He said again: "I haven't sung this passage since Mo Qinghe's debut, and I haven't even heard of Brother Shen. Qinghe has little knowledge, and has never been able to sing that kindness. Seeing that everyone here today is a decent person, think about it carefully. Thinking, I understand a little bit, let’s try it out, if you don’t sing well, please don’t laugh at me.”

Everyone was surprised to see that the little actor didn't have any stage fright. They didn't know what his purpose was, and they all waited quietly in place.

He cleared his throat, and said clearly when he opened his mouth: "Since ancient times, loyal ministers have never served two masters, and strong women have never married two husbands..."

The voice is like cracking silk, and each word is an olive that weighs a thousand catties. It is repeated in the heart, and finally it is uttered in the mouth. A secret that cannot be told to a lover.He thinks that he does not have the dignity of "our kind of family" and the ability to emigrate and seek refuge, so he is more competitive than any ancient beauty. Because he has a clear purpose, he does not struggle, nor is he afraid to pay the price. He is decisive and enthusiastic. Keep fighting, Yu Ji, who is desperate, will die more happily than others.

"Persuade the king to drink wine and listen to the songs of Yu, relieve the king's sorrow and dance, win Qin Wudao and break the country, and the heroes will fight in all directions. Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't deceive me, the moment of success or failure, drink with peace of mind and sit in the treasure tent. Besieged on all sides, the overlord is exhausted, how can a concubine survive!"

I have already committed my passion to my faith. If the mountains and rivers are broken one day, what will I do with this beautiful dress!

He finished it neatly, the whole hall was silent, but the lingering sound seemed to be still lingering, Mo Qinghe walked off the stage as if no one was there, bypassed the dumbfounded guests, but walked in front of Shen Peinan, bowed, and sighed softly Sorry, still with a smile on his face, he walked out gently.