Republic of China drama

The girl's hair fell loose, and Lu Qingying gently pressed her down, as if feeling something in a daze, holding it in his hand, and looking along the light, it was a ribbon from her...

"Are you still wearing it?" Lu Qingying was a little surprised.

"Well, it's from the third lady, of course..." Jiang Wanwan subconsciously leaned up and grabbed a hand, "Wear it carefully..."

Lu Qingying choked for a long time. "The ones I picked are not good-looking. If I have time, I will take you to the store. You can pick the ones you like."

Her aesthetics are not as good as those of young girls.

Jiang Wanwan still wanted to refute, but couldn't concentrate on her words.

She is like a ship hanging on the water, Gu Qingying supported the oars, whether to swim deep or shallow, it is up to her...

After tossing until late at night, Jiang Wanwan's body was covered with sweat, like a little doll just fished out of the water.

She leaned on Lu Qingying's shoulder, her pupils dilated, and she was about to fall asleep.

"tired?"

Lu Qingying's voice was a little hoarse, and her hands were unbelievably sticky and wet. Thinking about it carefully, tonight lasted several times longer than usual, and she should be tired by now.

"No..." The girl looked a bit reluctant, "It's okay..."

Gu Qingying raised her hand and brushed away a lock of hair covering Jiang Wanwan's eyes: "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired...Miss San, it's the last time, okay?"

The girl didn't know what happened today, she begged her over and over again, as if she never got tired of it, and lost a lot of her initial shyness.

A little desperate and a little crazy, as if rushing to the last joy, as if the more you crave for a while, the more you earn.

"No." Lu Qingying flatly refused, "Small ones will make you happy, but big ones will hurt your health. If you take care of it, you will sleep."

Jiang Wanwan was the one below, after all, she was not as good as Gu Qingying, she had already lost much strength, she put her arms around her neck, and let her tidy herself up.

"Okay... I'm sorry."

"Apologize for what?"

It was already dark outside.

"I was tired all day during the day, and at night, I made Miss San go to bed so late..."

The girl's gentleness probably followed her name, and Lu Qingying's eyes slid from her rouge lips to between her brows and eyes.

At the time of confusion, it is like a tower lost in fog.

"It's okay." It's really late, suppressing a yawn, Gu Qingying said against his will, "I'll resume your class after two days of thinking, what do you think?"

"My voice is pretty good, and I can sing anytime." Jiang Wanwan was a little embarrassed, "I...have already memorized two elementary school textbooks..."

"Well, soon, it's time to go to school." Gu Qingying said.

After a while, the girl didn't speak.

She unbuttoned the girl's half-buttoned blouse, leaving a layer of undershirt.

"how?"

"I thought……"

"Why?"

"I thought there would be a reward..."

The girl's brows are like water, with light and confusion.

The room is already dark, so you can fall asleep when you lie down.

Lu Qingying suddenly leaned over.

Jiang Wanwan subconsciously supported the third young lady's waist, breathing faintly from her forehead, her soft lips fell not far above the tip of her nose, for a moment, Jiang Wanwan almost thought she was about to kiss her.

Empty, nothing.

"What do you want?" Lu Qingying asked without moving.

Jiang Wanwan shook her head: "I don't know."

She can't if it's too sincere, and she doesn't want to if it's too calm.

"Then keep it?"

"...Okay." It's not satisfactory, but Jiang Wanwan is also very satisfied.

Lu Qingying stepped back and tucked the thin quilt neatly for the girl: "Go to bed early."

Jiang Wanwan knew that she would not stay tonight.

"Have a good dream, Miss San."

"Good night."

The voice dissipated along with the fragrance on the woman's body.

Lu Qingying is always like this, when she is about to leave, she will not be careless, just like her, who can make a balance, and is always determined.

Jiang Wanwan was lying flat, looking through the window lattice, revealing a little moonlight.There was a burst of sourness in my heart, and a burst of joy.

Sometimes she felt that she had caught Miss San. At the closest time, the distance between Miss San's fingertips and her was measured by a negative number.

But it is obvious that Miss San has a lock in her heart. She searched repeatedly in the world, but she couldn't find the corresponding string of numbers.

On the head of the bed was a play that had been put on hold for a long time. The "Drunken Concubine" that she had copied by herself, Jiang Wanwan originally planned to scrutinize it slowly, but when the third lady came, even if there was something to do, she had to put it aside .

The words on the paper had been memorized by her long ago.

"The first turn of the island's ice wheel,

See Jade Rabbit,

The Jade Rabbit rises eastward again,

The ice wheel is off the island,

The universe is very clear,

The bright moon is in the sky,

Just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace,

Slave is like Chang'e leaving the moon palace,

It's like Chang'e descending to the Nine Layers,

Clear and cold in Guanghan Palace.

......"

After understanding the meaning of each word, Jiang Wanwan discovered that opera words can also express human emotions.

There are sects and differences in the tone of babbling, but there are no words.The listeners are different, but everyone can apply those emotions to themselves, and everyone can resonate with them.

Everything that looks different turns out to be the same in the end.

This is probably one of the mysteries of all literary forms of writing.

The third lady is here, and here is the Efang Palace where singing and dancing are peaceful. When the third lady is gone, this place becomes the cold and lonely Guanghan Palace again.

Jiang Wanwan was just lying there, thoughts turning in her mind thousands of times, her shallow and clumsy allusions and rhetoric poured into her brain, and she suddenly thought of a sentence, which even felt novel to herself.

If Lu Xiu sees it, then it should be said that she has learned to be possessed by a demon, thinking about it all day long.

In the drowsiness that came from submersion, Jiang Wanwan thought a lot, thinking about her drama, Miss San, and even thinking about the road ahead, do you want to sing for a lifetime, and where do you want to sing...

However, everything was just at the initial level of "thinking". When the drowsiness came up, she gradually fell asleep.

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Last week, I didn't complete the third issue of the number of words on the list, so I took another look at the next arrangement. . .

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