How to make the white lotus surrender

Yu Deng was stunned for a moment, feeling a little weird why the man in the taupe-colored robe opposite him showed a longing and sad expression after seeing him.

Could it be an old friend of the original body?

It's also unlikely, Yu Deng recalled carefully, and confirmed that the handsome and extraordinary man opposite him was completely blank in his memory.

Yu Deng felt strange, and when he looked over again, the elegant and melancholy figure on the opposite side also completely dissipated, leaving only a warm yellow fluorescent lamp emitting a light-colored light.

The fluorescent lamps are exquisitely designed, hollowed out inside and out, and the corners are like exquisite pavilions. Beautiful and warm lights overflow from it, like hibiscus blooming by the dim lake, you can tell it's extraordinary just by looking at it.

A senior brother staggered over with a jug of wine, with a teasing smile: "What are you looking at, junior brother? Could it be that you fell in love with some beauty?"

Yu Deng slowly regained his composure, and blocked the jug with his hand with a smile: "Where, senior brother is joking."

The senior brother was leaning against the carved pillar, looking at the stage below, and seeing a graceful figure in a light pink gauze and shawl slowly coming up to the stage surrounded by everyone, he immediately put the flagon in his hand with a little excitement. After throwing it away, the voice said loudly: "Die Niang is here!"

Following this sound, the other senior brothers' eyes lit up immediately, and they walked over in a few steps, saying eagerly: "Die Niang is definitely here, I'm here today just to see her."

The atmosphere under the stage became more and more lively, crowded with people, many men's eyes were fixed on the graceful woman on the stage, as if it would be a loss if they missed a glance.

The old bustard smiled and bowed, with a somewhat charming look on her slightly mature face: "Guest officials, don't be in a hurry, and ask Die Niang to perform a dance first."

Speaking of which, the woman covered in light pink gauze bowed lightly to everyone.

Then two maidservants came up on the stage, holding a very small disk from left to right, Die Niang leaped lightly, dancing on the foot-wide disk with her gauze sleeves dancing lightly.

The same goes for a swallow in the palm and a sparrow in a cage.

The woman's body is weak but extremely graceful, pinching an illusory spiritual butterfly with her fingertips, and countless colorful butterflies flying around her body out of thin air as she dances, it is too beautiful to behold.

The commotion of the crowd was even more obvious, and Yu Deng couldn't help sighing, isn't this hundreds of times more beautiful than the special effects of those ancient costume movies?

He looked at it seriously, but he didn't notice that the young snake snuggled up in his sleeve suddenly became restless, and a light white light of the contract appeared on the dark golden scales.

After a while, the young snake swam slowly, winding down the corner of the young man's clothes, and finally raised its small and delicate snake head to stare at the young man's white face for a long time.

Finally, it touched the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Yu Deng didn't notice this.

The Die Niang under the stage is indeed a superb dancer, and she is even more proficient at playing with the wind, flowers, snow and moon. She has done a good job of refusing to greet, affectionate and indifferent. Many men's eyes are nailed to that figure, that is Can't move.

The next thing was the auction, and Yu Deng had no interest in it, so he sat back at the wine table.

Amidst the noise, the wooden door of the box was knocked lightly, one long and two short, very clear.

The voice reveals that people are cautious, uneasy, and reserved.

Yu Deng put down the peanuts in his hand, walked over and opened the door with a little careless footsteps, and when he looked up, he happened to meet a pair of eyes as deep as ink.

The person who came was the strange man Yu Deng saw at the window before.

Looking at him from such a close distance, this man is even more stunning. He is dressed in a lotus-colored long robe, which makes his complexion like jade, and his black hair is half loose, winding like splashed ink dyed rice paper. A moon-white ruyi hairpin is pinned to the back of his hair. , trembling slightly in the gap between the tassels hanging down, carrying several different emotional meanings.

The corners of the man's eyes were slightly red, like light-colored rouge stained with jade fat, the bridge of his nose was straight, and he had a pair of amorous eyebrows. When he twisted a little, he looked like a melancholy and peaceful gentleman.

Yu Deng was so embarrassed by the people who came to see him that he was beautiful, but he really couldn't stand the sad and sentimental eyes, he always seemed to feel that he had done something bad to others.

Yu Deng bit the bullet and said, "Young Master, this is it?"

The man's thick and slender eyelashes trembled, the blush on his face deepened a little, and the mist from the end of his eyes almost burst out of his eyes. Looking closely, he looked a little bit wronged and sad.

"A Deng, are you back?"

Yu Deng frowned: "This young master must have admitted the wrong person."

The man's bright red lips trembled slightly, and his face was pale: "A Deng, why don't you recognize me? I'm Ji Tong, Shen Jitong."

Yu Deng said awkwardly: "Young Master Shen, I'm afraid you have misidentified the person, I don't know you."

Shen Jitong was a little lost, and murmured: "No, no, Ah Deng will never be so unfeeling to me..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Yu Deng's wrist directly, exerting force but restraining himself, his black eyes faintly revealing a bit of haggard sadness: "A Deng, take a good look at me, you know me, and you will survive if you say it." If you want to marry me, you have to cross the Naihe Bridge."

Yu Deng was startled, and wanted to struggle away, but found that the man was so strong that even with [-]% of his spiritual power, he couldn't struggle away.

Yu Deng's voice became cold: "Mr. Shen, I told you, you have misunderstood the person. My name is Yu Deng. He is a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, not the Deng you mentioned."

Shen Jitong let go of his hand in a daze, his fingertips turned white, his lips became redder, and his face became more and more like a ghost, without any popularity.

After a long while, the corners of his eyes were completely red, and his eyelids trembled slightly, and a few drops of clear tears rolled down from his empty dark eyes, like a beauty weeping blood.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a light voice, as if his soul was about to dissipate: "...It was I who admitted the wrong person and offended the young master."

Shen Jitong said in a hoarse voice, but those dark eyes stared straight at Yu Deng, as if the young man in front of him was his long-awaited sweetheart.

Yu Deng felt uncomfortable when he saw him, but he was so pitiful that he didn't know what to say.

Several senior brothers heard the movement and came over, seeing this handsome man crying so much to his senior brother, they invited him into the box out of curiosity, and asked him a lot.

Shen Jitong also finally stopped staring at Yu Deng, and held his wrinkled sleeves tightly with his fingers. Facing everyone's inquiries, he was silent for a while, and finally said with a wry smile: "I am the head of the Shen family in Wangshu City. , I married a wife five years ago, and the piano played harmoniously, but three years ago, my wife suffered from an old illness and finally left me."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, and the thin bangs on his forehead floated gently on the side of his white face, showing a somewhat pitiful look.

"I don't want to believe that my wife really left me. This place is the first day I met him. I come here several times a year. I only hope that one day he can really come to see me again and call me husband."

"So, this life is nothing more than that."

When everyone heard this passage, they didn't know what to say for a while. After all, this was a sad thing for others.

Fortunately, Shen Jitong calmed down, let out a breath, and evoked a very shallow smile. He glanced at Yu Deng, but turned his eyes away, and said softly: "This Mr. Yu is really similar to my wife, so I am in a hurry." Under the mistaken person."

Yu Deng looked over in surprise, the man smiled wryly, his black swirling eyes drooped, and his knuckles were clenched until they turned white.

"I was in a moment of urgency and didn't intend to offend Mr. Yu. Please forgive me. The money for the drinks of the brothers here today should be counted on Mr. Shen."

Several senior brothers quickly waved their hands and said: "How can this be done? How can you make Mr. Shen spend money."

Yu Deng also hurriedly said: "No way, it's not a big deal to meet by chance, Mr. Shen doesn't have to be like this."

The smile in the corners of Shen Jitong's eyes eased a bit, and his voice became clearer: "Today is considered destined, Shen is willing to spend money to make a few friends, if the brothers refuse, Shen will only feel more uncomfortable."

Yu Deng and the others saw that his brows had softened, and they were obviously relieved, and naturally it was not easy to hurt people, so they responded with a smile.

Then Shen Jitong called people to serve a lot of food and wine, there was wine and food, Shen Jitong soon got along with his seniors and drank enthusiastically, his jade-like gentleman's face was tainted with a sense of beauty.

He approached Yu Deng staggeringly, his smile showed a bit of unusual brightness and elegance, and the jug in his hand spilled out a lot of fine wine.

Shen Jitong held the jug in both hands as if he was holding a treasure, and approached slowly, as if he was a little afraid of his refusal, so he didn't dare to approach, stopped three steps away, and whispered: "A Deng, lady, this It's what you like to drink, wine, here you are, don't be angry with me..."

Yu Deng also drank a lot of wine, but fortunately, he didn't have much stamina and his consciousness was still clear.

Hearing this, he stepped back in embarrassment and said, "Mr. Shen, you admitted your mistake again. I'm not Ah Deng."

A few brothers next to me laughed and leaned forward and back. Everyone was drunk, and they didn't have any scruples in speaking. One brother said dizzily with his tongue out: "Junior Yu, you also have a lamp in your name, so it shouldn't be Shen Is it the reincarnation of the son and his wife?"

Shen Jitong's eyes lit up, and his black eyes immediately looked at Yu Deng with some moisture.

The corners of the bright red lips moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound, but it was clear that she was calling 'lady'.

Yu Deng said with a headache: "Brother, stop drinking, you are talking nonsense."

A few drunks were clamoring in a daze, at this moment, the sound of singing and dancing under the stage suddenly stopped, and the whole Duoqingfang could hear a needle drop in an instant, and everyone's movements were fixed in an instant.

It seemed that the world fell silent for an instant.

Countless colorful butterflies flew out from the woman in the center of the stage, and flew to everyone like a prey.

Shen Jitong straightened his clothes slowly, and casually dropped the wine glass in his hand.

In a quiet environment where everyone was like a sculpture, Shen Jitong slightly bent his eyebrows, his face still had a moving melancholy and sickly look, but at this time there was another kind of malice and carelessness.

He strolled to the side of Yu Deng who was standing still, and his ivory-white knuckles slowly rubbed along the contours of the young man's beautiful face. When he touched the white tender flesh on the side of the young man's neck, he even kneaded and kneaded repeatedly, A look of fondness.

Shen Jitong exhaled lightly, and his smile widened.

Tap Yu Deng's eyebrows with his fingertips, and in an instant, Yu Deng unconsciously closed his eyes and fainted in the man's arms.

The woman in the pink gauze skirt walked up slowly, then knelt respectfully to one side, with a soft smile on her face all the time: "Is he the one chosen by the lord this time?"

Shen Jitong smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Naturally."

He half supported the fainted young man and sat down, letting the young man's head rest on his lap.

Shen Jitong's expression carried a somewhat ambiguous smile: "Let's see, how long will it take this incomprehensible idiot to give his true feelings."

The author has something to say: Zhizhi: "It's hard to say anything else, but I'm assured that my wife doesn't understand style."

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