Gu Shaoshuai's happy life

Ueno was cleaning a samurai sword in the house, wearing a black kimono and a pair of clogs on his feet, "What? Fengxiaolou hasn't come yet?"

"Sir, Boss Feng is a bit arrogant, but now he's a bit impatient to invite you." The servant who had just gone to invite Feng Xiaolou was dressed in a gray gown, bowed his head and made irresponsible remarks.

"Please stop? I've raised him for three years, and if I don't do anything according to my heart, the airs are getting bigger and bigger!"

"Isn't that right, sir, you see that Boss Feng hasn't come yet..."

"Who said I won't come!" Feng Xiaolou stepped into the door, wearing a white brocade robe, which was clean, but the powder on his face was too thick, and the sunken cheeks from smoking heavy cigarettes looked too mean.

"Mr. Ueno, our ancestors who sang operas had rules. Those who are not dressed neatly are not allowed to go on stage, so as not to lose face. Although I, Feng Xiaolou, don't sing operas anymore, I won't break the rules anyway. How to put it, it always has to be turned around." Feng Xiaolou said to Ueno Jutian with a charming smile on his face, his voice was deliberately charming, and the clear and charming voice that everyone praised before had long since disappeared.

Ueno Jutian suddenly put the knife heavily on the table, the voice was so loud that both the servant and Feng Xiaolou were stunned, Jutian suddenly looked at Feng Xiaolou, and said: "It's been three years, and now your mouth is more and more eloquent. Yes, it took you a whole month to ask you to speak."

When Feng Xiaolou heard this, his face paled instantly, "Sir, you are really joking, Xiaolou didn't know how to flatter you three years ago, I hope you will forgive me."

Ueno suddenly laughed, grabbed Feng Xiaolou's chin, rubbed and said, "I'm old..."

"Sir...but I despise Xiaolou..." Feng Xiaolou tightly grasped the hands in the long sleeves, nails deeply embedded in the palms.

"No, no, it was originally like this, but I discovered something very interesting today." Ueno squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Xiaolou.

"What...interesting thing..."

Ueno didn't answer, and said to the servant, "Go and bring a basin of water."

"Yes, sir."

When the servant brought the water, Ueno pulled Feng Xiaolou's chin and said, "Splash it on me."

Before Feng Xiaolou realized what happened, he was splashed all over his face by a basin of water. Ueno held Feng Xiaolou's chin firmly, and wiped his face clean with a piece of cloth. The powder on Lou's face was greasy with water, gradually revealing his original appearance, not so charming, he could vaguely see that he was handsome back then, but his body was corroded by opium, leaving only a dark yellow face.

"Ah——" Feng Xiaolou screamed, almost breaking free from Ueno's control, "Don't do this! Don't wipe my face!" Feng Xiaolou became extremely hideous.

Ueno Jutian was obviously very dissatisfied with Feng Xiaolou like this, so he slapped him twice when he went up, "Shut up!"

Feng Xiaolou was restrained by Ueno Jutian, and it took a long time to ask out of breath, "Mr. Ueno, what are you doing..."

"Like...it does look like..." Ueno touched Feng Xiaolou's face, it looked like he was caressing, and he seemed a little obsessed.

"Like? Like what?"

Ueno walked behind Feng Xiaolou, waved the servants back, and then began to kiss Feng Xiaolou on the back of the neck, Feng Xiaolou seemed to realize something, his whole body was trembling slightly, "I...do I look like someone... "

"Like, Ye Li..."

After Feng Xiaolou heard the name, his pupils suddenly dilated, he bit his lower lip tightly, and he didn't let go when the blood stains came out, "Ye, Li?"

With his back to Ueno, he grinned silently in the shadows, laughing wildly and bloodily.