Zha Gong refused to divorce

"Young master, it's time to go home, or the old lady will talk about it again." A man in his 20s dressed in a black short jacket followed a young boy.

The young man was wearing a small light gray suit, the most popular dress nowadays, the fabric was also the latest, and it was very expensive. There was a little golden chain in the pocket of the suit jacket, and a pocket watch lay quietly inside.

"Understood." Young Master Xia said so, but he didn't act at all, he walked towards the theater with his feet lifted.

He saw a group of well-trained servants lined up on the left and right outside the entrance of the theater building in front of them, with their hands behind their backs and their feet standing at about the same distance.

Xia Ziqiu’s family opened a martial arts gym, and they were considered a wealthy family. Because he was the only one in the family, Xia Ziqiu grew up without saying that he was well-clothed and well-fed. At least it was within the ability of his parents. , Walk sideways from childhood.

This time his parents brought him here to visit relatives. His mother had a distant relative. Xia Ziqiu was led in by his parents to kowtow to this and that. I didn't remember any of them, so while my parents weren't paying attention, I sneaked out through the back door quietly.

When he first came to a strange and novel place, Xia Ziqiu's eyes were bright and shining, and he felt that this place was also beautiful, and that place was also beautiful. The young master was attracted by the servants outside the theater building.

What he was thinking in his heart was, which servant is this? How did he train him so hard? His aura shocked many people, but these people were wearing brown cloth gowns, and they always felt a little uncomfortable. Because the servants who go out with them usually wear more convenient clothes, so that they can do errands or run errands for the master.

The melodious libretto came out from the theater. Xia Ziqiu was not very interested in opera, but when he was at home, his father once told those theaters on the street. Then someone came to the door to smash the scene.

Father's thinking is very old-fashioned, even strict, especially regarding Xia Ziqiu's character, which is the most important thing, so Xia Ziqiu has never gone in to see those theater houses.

Xia Ziqiu was actually a little rebellious in his heart, the more he was not allowed to see it, the more curious he was, but because his father let it go when he was at home, no one dared to let Xia Ziqiu in.

Now that he came to a big city, his father couldn't take care of him anymore, Xia Ziqiu's heart was ready to move, and he walked directly to the gate of the theater building.

Ding Er, who was following him, saw that his young master was going to that place, so he quickly dissuaded him: "Young master, you can't do it, you can't go there, the master will lose his temper if he finds out!"

"It's fine if you don't tell my father. My father and mother are talking about the old days at Zhang's house. When I left, I heard that my father promised to stay for dinner. It's only past noon now. It's okay. I'll go in and have a look. come out."

After finishing speaking, Xia Ziqiu walked to the gate of the theater building, and walked in between the servants standing on both sides, but the servants on the two sides did not stop him.

Seeing that the young master really went in, Ding Er hurriedly walked around outside the door, and finally he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to follow in.

After Xia Ziqiu entered, the hall on the first floor was empty except for the tables, chairs and benches. There was no one there, not even a mistress to say hello to.

Is it possible that guests have to greet themselves, is this the rule in theaters?

Xia Ziqiu searched for the singing voice and went up to the second floor. After going up to the second floor, he found that there was a hole in it. It was like a square well, with a large stage in the middle, surrounded by a layer as thin as The smoky sand and the slight breeze can blow the sand up.

On the stage there was a man in Tsing Yi, with his long sleeves waving, and he was reciting opera words in his bright red mouth. Xia Ziqiu had never heard these before, and he didn't know what was being sung. He just felt that his mind was following the mood of the other party.

He rested his elbows on the railing on the second floor, fascinated by the sound, and leaned forward a little bit, when he suddenly heard the footsteps of people coming from downstairs of the stage, more than one person.

He only heard voices, but no one came out from downstairs, so Xia Ziqiu stretched his body a little further, but who knew that the pocket watch in the pocket of his suit jacket slipped out just like that.

This pocket watch was given to his father by someone else, it is very precious, it is the only one among them, because Xia Ziqiu saw him and said he likes it, so his father gave it to him.

Xia Ziqiu stretched out his hand to catch it but he couldn't find it, he sighed in his heart.

Sorry about my pocket watch.

Just when he thought his pocket watch was going to die like this, Xia Ziqiu saw a hand reaching out downstairs to catch it. The man's palm was wide and the knuckles were long, and he could clearly see the power secretly accumulating in the man's hand on the second floor. energy.

Just when Xia Ziqiu thought that his watch was saved like this, he didn't expect that when the man grasped it with five fingers and opened it again, his pocket watch became tattered.

This time there is absolutely no bones left.

This person is so annoying, what's the matter, he catches his own things, if he is annoyed that his things fall and startles him, at least wait for others to go down and tell the reason why, and tell him that he didn't do it on purpose, why don't you ask him? destroyed.

Xia Ziqiu stared at him, wanting to see who is below, so unreasonable.

Staring at a pair of clear eyes, he held onto the railing tightly to prevent himself from falling, his chin pointed downward, and even the fine hair on his forehead was out of direction.

The nasty person below showed his face.

Because looking down from the top, Xia Ziqiu could only see that the man was wearing a dark blue gown with a jade pendant around his waist. When he looked at him, Xia Ziqiu could see the simple gown against the man's chest, buttoned up. Winding up from the right side, when the man looks up, the vertical collar cannot cover the man's neck, and there is also the Adam's Apple, which symbolizes male hormones.

Xia Ziqiu didn't pay much attention to the rest, because the man's eyes looked like eagles with hooks, which made him shudder. Xia Ziqiu had never seen such sharp and aggressive eyes, so he couldn't help shrinking back.

"Mr. Yu, do you see who it is?" As soon as the voice of another person downstairs finished speaking, that person followed him.

Zhou Kui made an appointment with Mr. Yu today to have an important talk here, who knows that not long after they sat down, Mr. Yu said there was someone upstairs.

This surprised Zhou Kui, anyone who dared to break in would probably die.

When he came out to see the man upstairs.

The black-haired boy upstairs had skin as fine and white as fat jade, and his eyes were as beautiful as black gemstones. He stared at the downstairs in surprise with big eyes.

Which family's young master is this? How can he be so courageous? He doesn't know how to explore the way in Yancheng, and he dares to break into Mr. Yu's situation at will.

The author has something to say: In fact, the last chapter should have ended, but Xianyu is too stupid, and the number of words on the list has not been completed, so he cannot apply for the end of the list. It is not a hasty end.

After much deliberation, I didn't know what to write. I was not satisfied with the thousand words I wrote during the day, so Xianyu deleted it.

I just recently fell in love with the style of the Republic of China, so I made up a short story about the style of the Republic of China.

This time it's sweet, without blood. (The setting of attacking and accepting people may be a little different)

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