Lin Qiaoqiao lay in Liang Canwen's arms, looking calmly at Qin Shiyan who was walking towards her angrily: "Uncle, why are you here?"

Lin Qiaoqiao hugged Liang Canwen tightly: "My boyfriend, why should I let go?"

Liang Canwen soothed him: "Lao Qin, calm down."

Qin Shiyan said angrily: "I can't calm down when I see her hugging you!"

Ji Boxiao came up and advised: "Boss Qin, please help them. Isn't this a way to accumulate good karma?"

Bodyguard: "Yes, Mr. Qin, look at how happy our boss is now. Why do you have to force it? A forced melon is not sweet."

Qin Shiyan said firmly: "It's not sweet if it's forced! I have the final say, follow me——"

"I don't." Lin Qiaoqiao hid behind Liang Canwen.

Qin Shiyan ignored her, grabbed Liang Canwen's hand, and ran towards the elopement.

Everyone: ??? What's going on? Shouldn't we take the boss away?

So she came here for her boss' boyfriend. Was she going to elope? Could he have officially joined the race to be Xiao Jindou's stepmother?

It’s amazing, a game that kills all, not letting any of the three members of the family go uneaten, eating them all?

It's too outrageous, too against the will of Heaven!

"Eh~~~ You guys are so disgusting~"

Lin Qiaoqiao got goosebumps. She knew that they had a good relationship as brothers, but she didn't expect that they were so close that they shared a blanket? Losing to Ye Fanzhi was not the most painful thing. Losing to my ex-husband was the most painful. It was too humiliating! Liang Canwen shook off Yan's hand: "Old Qin, did you pull the wrong person?"

"I'm pulling you."

“!!!!”

"Old Qin, why do you have to force someone to lock up a man?"

Liang Canwen retreated tactically, and his anus tightened.

"You are my brother. I can't bear to see Lin Qiaoqiao get along well with you. Do you understand how I feel, brother? Let's go back to the Magic City, drink, wash feet, and have a spa. We can live a carefree life. Women, get out of here."

"You scared me. I thought you wanted to stab me in the back. What a fuss. Go back alone. I want to stay with Qiaoqiao."

Liang Canwen walked back to Lin Qiaoqiao.

"Go away, go away, you are disgusting..."

Lin Qiaoqiao avoided Liang Canwen and felt unwell all over: "Are you facing the front or the back?"

Lin Qiaoqiao knows so much.

Liang Canwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Old Qin and I are innocent."

Lin Qiaoqiao: “Never slept?”

Liang Canwen: "Sleep, fuck, can you stop being so dirty?"

Qin Shiyan came over and said, "Qiaoqiao, I just can't stand seeing you and my brother get along well. You can get along with anyone, but you can't get along with Liang Canwen."

"Oh... I thought you didn't do anything except refine... cough cough..." Lin Qiaoqiao stopped herself from saying the word 'copper' at the end and changed her words, "Uncle, we are divorced. I want to sleep well with Liang Canwen, and you have no right to interfere. You don't want me to be with Liang Canwen, but I want to be with him."

"You force me?"

"What are you going to do again?"

Lin Qiaoqiao and Liang Canwen retreated at the same time. Liang Canwen raised his hand to cover his mouth intentionally or unintentionally to avoid being attacked? Qin Shiyan said seriously: "Brother, what do you think of my daughter?"

Liang Canwen: "Xiao Yu'er is pretty good, well-educated, good-looking, in great shape, and very caring, very good."

Qin Shiyan: "I'll give you a chance. If you break up with Lin Qiaoqiao, I'll bring you together with my daughter, and you'll be my son-in-law in the future. How about that?"

It’s a huge investment!

Xiao Yu'er became a bargaining chip? Ji Boxiao and others were stunned. Can they still play like this?

Mr. Liang has won anyway.

Lao Qin is a good brother. He is willing to give benefits to others.

Liang Canwen hesitated at this condition: "Father-in-law, bah, Lao Qin, this is not good, right?"

Lin Qiaoqiao was anxious: "Qin Shiyan, you are shameless. She is your daughter. You use your daughter as a bargaining chip. Are you still a human being?"

Qin Shiyan spread his hands and said, "It's normal for a girl to get married when she grows up. Isn't it normal for her to have a boyfriend? Besides, my brother is handsome, rich, handsome and has status. He is an ideal type. As a father, it's only natural for me to want him to be my son-in-law. As a mother, are you going to snatch a man from your daughter?"

So cruel!

Secret trick!

Old ginger is still spicy.

Lin Qiaoqiao was so angry that she almost had a heart attack: "I have already had sex with Canwen, how can he be Xiaoyuer's boyfriend again?"

Qin Shiyan: "Just treat it as a trial marriage for Xiaoyuer~"

puff--

Liang Canwen was so delicious that he was crispy on the outside but tender on the inside.

Lin Qiaoqiao: "Qin Shiyan, are you speaking human language?"

Qin Shiyan said in a rage, "I don't care. If you date my brother, I will introduce my daughter to him. I believe my brother will only choose one of the two and will not negotiate with you."

Liang Canwen was moved. Lao Qin understood me and my character was elevated.

Lin Qiaoqiao didn't expect that Qin Shiyan would even come up with the plan of offering his daughter to her in order to stop her from dating Liang Canwen.

Liang Canwen: "Stop, stop, stop arguing. As for whether to talk to Qiaoqiao or Xiaoyuer, I think we should talk about this matter... later."

Lin Qiaoqiao and Qin Shiyan widened their eyes: "Let's talk about it later?"

Liang Canwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can you not be so dirty in your thinking?"

Lin Qiaoqiao whispered in her ear: "Canwen, if you have sex with my Xiaoyuer, I will castrate you, humph!"

After saying that, he went back to his room angrily and sulked.

For dinner, two long tables were put together in the yard and various dishes were placed on them. Some villagers brought out their homemade wine and everyone sat around the table to eat.

On Liang Canwen's left is Lin Qiaoqiao, and on his right is Qin Shiyan, and neither of them is eating.

Liang Canwen raised his right hand and put his arm around Qin Shiyan's shoulders, comforting him: "Old Qin, Qiaoqiao is my girlfriend, don't use your daughter to make trouble, I'm not that kind of person."

Liang Canwen raised his left hand and put his arm around Lin Qiaoqiao's shoulders, comforting her: "Qiaoqiao, Lao Qin is my good brother, he can't be my father-in-law."

Liang Canwen put his arms around their shoulders, one on each side, and sighed, "Oh my, it's really ridiculous that the three of us can sit together for dinner."

Lin Qiaoqiao, Qin Shiyan: ...

Liang Canwen picked up the wine glass and said, "I'll toast to you two. After drinking this glass of wine, brothers are still brothers, and girlfriends are still girlfriends. Come on, I'll drink it, you guys can do whatever you want."

"Oh, forget it. Don't bully Qiaoqiao."

Qin Shiyan sighed and drank it all in one gulp.

Lin Qiaoqiao raised her glass: "Here, uncle offers you a toast. I wish you a long life and be the witness for me and Canwen in the future."

puff--

Qin Shiyan was almost angry to death.

To be honest, Qin Shiyan and Lin Qiaoqiao had a good relationship, and they were fine after their divorce, because the divorce was due to the transfer of billions of assets. Even now Qin Shiyan has not asked Lin Qiaoqiao to return the money to him, so you can imagine how good their relationship was. Of course, this good relationship is family affection, not love. It can be said that they have never had love, only deformed family affection.

Lin Qiaoqiao's parents died, and when she was such a young girl in London, she met Qin Shiyan, who took care of her like a father. Lin Qiaoqiao was grateful to him for appearing in her darkest hour, and she was spoiled like a billionaire princess. After meeting the uncle, she never suffered any grievances.

Lin Qiaoqiao is a grateful person, not an ungrateful person.

Qin Shiyan asked, "I heard that you wrote the theme song "Only Have Feelings for You" for Qiaoqiao?"

Liang Canwen: “Yeah.”

Ji Boxiao ate in silence and did not dare to say a word.

Qin Shiyan said: "Please sing a song for me too."

Liang Canwen: "Let me think about this, Xiao Ji, what song do you think is suitable for my brother?"

Ji Boxiao: "Guest"

Qin Shiyan: "How do you sing it? I've never heard it before. Can you sing it?"

Ji Boxiao put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat.

Thank you for your special invitation~Watch the love you want The guest may be another kind of fate Leaving your own things until now

What right do I have to care? After all, you are the one who finally gets married, and I am just a guest."

Lin Qiaoqiao smiled unkindly.

Qin Shiyan felt mocked and thought of something: "Qiaoqiao, is your aunt okay in London?"

Lin Qiaoqiao: "I'm in good health."

Qin Shiyan said "Oh~" meaningfully: "Your aunt is still very charming. You don't want your aunt to be so beautiful without a man to take care of her, right?"

Lin Qiaoqiao immediately realized something was wrong and slammed the table: "Qin Shiyan, don't try to take advantage of my aunt!"

Qin Shiyan also slammed the table and said, "Why can you hit on my brother but I can't hit on your aunt? Just wait and see, I will go straight to London tomorrow and become your uncle!"

puff--

Everyone spit out their drinks and almost died of laughter.

So cruel!

Your circle is so chaotic.

…

At 8pm, there will be a opera performance.

All the left-behind elderly people from the surrounding villages came. Because the villages were far apart and there were few elderly people, the total number of people who came was less than 80. They all sat on the benches in the open space and enjoyed the opera performances on the stage.

The young man looked at it curiously, dozed off, and went back to playing Douyin.

Liang Canwen and Qin Shiyan sat below and watched while eating melon seeds.

Liang Canwen: "I couldn't understand what you were saying."

Qin Shiyan: "I have listened to it for so many years and still don't understand it. This line of work is hopeless."

Liang Canwen: "How do you say that?"

Qin Shiyan: "Old man, they always perform the same repertoire over and over again. They babbled for a long time before saying a sentence. It's totally out of date. Moreover, their industry is very conservative and not innovative. They have to perform according to the old repertoire. Who would watch it now?"

Liang Canwen: "Oh, that makes sense. Logically speaking, Kunqu Opera has a history of hundreds of years. In ancient times, it was evolving and innovating during the reign of each emperor. However, in modern society, it is no longer innovative and must follow the old ways of the ancestors."

Qin Shiyan: "They are all old-fashioned. The same is true for crosstalk. Whether they come or not, they just follow the rules left by their ancestors. It's boring. Rules should change with the times. Each era should create its own rules. Many of our traditional things are always adhered to by conservatives and are not allowed to change. Now they are going extinct. For example, crosstalk, no matter how advanced it is now, is actually just something that street teahouses and peddlers do to kill time."

Liang Canwen: "I don't understand, I don't care, I only care about when Lin Qiaoqiao will perform and when Uncle Wang Qiaoqiao will go on stage?"

Uncle Wang: "Finale. By the way, thanks to you, Mr. Liang, I have 50,000 followers on Douyin. Can I sell products now?"

Liang Canwen glanced at Uncle Wang: "Do you still want to bring goods?"

Uncle Wang: "It's about making money. I heard that selling goods is very profitable. I want to give my family a little benefit. The lowest price on the Internet."

Liang Canwen laughed and said, "Hahaha, you are quite knowledgeable."

Uncle Wang: "Of course I understand. You all know about live broadcast rewards, right? It's a tradition passed down in our industry. In the past, if someone performed well, the guests would throw money onto the stage. It's called rewarding."

Tick-tock…

At this time, a drizzle began to fall.

The night also started to blow.

The old men and women stood up one by one and started to leave and go home.

Liang Canwen and Qin Shiyan hid aside with umbrellas. Only benches were left in the open space, and everyone had gone home.

Liang Canwen: "Uncle Wang, everyone has left, let's end the show."

Uncle Wang: "That won't do. Once the play starts, it has to be finished. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors."

Qin Shiyan patted Liang Canwen on the shoulder: "I am not wrong, this is another rule left by our ancestors."

Liang Canwen: "Okay."

At this time, the performance was still going on on the stage, but there was no one in the audience.

As the night fell, the wind and rain grew stronger. In the remote little village, the few lights were extinguished. Only on the empty stage, two actors were performing on empty benches facing the desolate mountains and wilderness.

Liang Canwen spread his hands: "Lao Qin, take off your gold ring and give it to me."

"what?"

"Give."

Qin Shiyan took off the ring and handed it to Liang Canwen.

Liang Canwen walked to the stage holding an umbrella, raised his head and looked at the two actors performing on the stage.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the gold ring up. This is what Uncle Wang calls a reward!

It means you sing very well!

"Hey, hey, hey, my gold ring!"

Qin Shiyan rushed forward, but Liang Canwen held him back: "You are such a petty jerk."

"Why don't you give a reward?"

Liang Canwen felt her bag and found that she had no money, only a watch that she had bought from Patek Philippe.

After much difficulty, he took it down and threw it to the audience.

Qin Shiyan was shocked: "Fuck, a Patek Philippe worth hundreds of thousands, and you just gave it as a reward like this?"

Liang Canwen: "You deserve a reward!"

Qin Shiyan gave a thumbs up: "A dream of yellow millet, really arrogant, this sentence is really correct."

Under the cover of night, in the heavy rain, in front of the stage.

"Old Qin, you are right. Some things are abandoned by the times, but there are still people who like them. We should not belittle them. You can dislike them, but don't hurt them. At least Qiaoqiao likes to sing opera. I support their troupe. This watch is a reward to help their troupe maintain their livelihood and let the few people who love to sing opera live a better life."

Liang Canwen held an umbrella, turned around, walked towards the densely packed empty stools and sat down, because the next performer was - the finale Lin Qiaoqiao.

What is love?

That's it.

I may not like it, but my girlfriend likes it. I can act like I like it and try to accept it.

At least your girlfriend won't feel like her favorite interests are constantly being belittled by her boyfriend.

Backstage.

Lin Qiaoqiao heard what Liang Canwen said.

All the audience had left, leaving behind only two people who didn't understand.

They don’t understand, so change it!

Lin Qiaoqiao decided to perform a song as the finale that they could understand, so that they would be reluctant to leave after listening to it.

Lin Qiaoqiao stood up, wearing a bright red costume, and walked towards the stage step by step, holding a piece of red cloth in her hand.

In front of the stage, in the wind and rain, Liang Canwen and Qin Shiyan sat there and saw that the stage lights had gone out.

The finale is here.

The two of them cheered up and prepared to watch the show.

After a moment, a light came on and shone onto the stage.

On the empty stage under the lights stood a woman wearing a bright red costume and with a red cloth covering her head.

Seeing this scene on the stage in the desolate mountains and wilderness really makes one's spine chill.

The two swallowed their saliva. What was Lin Qiaoqiao doing?

Lin Qiaoqiao didn't sing any opera as the last act because they couldn't understand it, so she just sang a nice song to cheer them up and make this night unforgettable for them.

Lin Qiaoqiao sang coldly under the red veil...

On the 18th day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day, sorghum is carried. Carrying red clothes, one foot of hatred, cutting in a hurry. Qin Shiyan: "I have never heard of this song."

Liang Canwen: "This song is called "囍"."

Qin Shiyan: "Oh~ It's about ancient weddings, right? It sounds good."

Liang Canwen: …

On stage.

Lin Qiaoqiao continued to sing...

Look how she is crying and laughing

Then he turned to the air...

First bow to heaven and earth! Second bow to parents!

Husband and wife bow to each other!

Qin Shiyan wondered, "Why are you worshipping the air? This song is interesting."

Liang Canwen: "Listen, the interesting part is at the end."

He spoke from the heart in front of the hall

How can you be carefree if you don't keep your promise?

Qin Shiyan listened to the song and watched Lin Qiaoqiao performing to the air alone. He didn't even eat melon seeds and felt a chill on his back.

“Is this a festive song?”

"What do you think?"

"I thought it was a wedding song? Oh my god, what the hell is that?"

Qin Shiyan's eyes widened in fear.

Because he realized that this was a horrible wedding.

And there is only the bride on the stage. Do you understand Chinese horror? Western horror is at most vampires and zombies, which can be regarded as physical damage.

Chinese horror: a pair of embroidered shoes placed at the door can scare you silly, let alone a bride wearing a red veil singing "囍" in the wilderness.

Chinese terror is a psychological attack.

Lin Qiaoqiao knows how to have fun.

Singing this late at night.

Uncle Wang and the others were trembling with fear.

Liang Canwen smiled and said, "You're all scared, right? Okay, I'll make it more festive for you right away."

Liang Canwen stood up, walked onto the stage, and came in front of the bride who was covered with a veil.

"It's unlucky, you know? It's scary in the middle of the night. I'll help you solve it."

Liang Canwen picked up Lin Qiaoqiao.

"Bridal chamber cracked! Lao Qin, go make the bed."

"good!"

Qin Shiyan responded and left, but then stopped and angrily said, “I paved the way for you to make a hammer, and you still want to have a bridal chamber in front of me.”

Liang Canwen carried Lin Qiaoqiao off the stage. Seeing that Lin Qiaoqiao was about to lift her veil, Liang Canwen hurriedly stopped her and said, "No, no, no, cover it. I feel like playing bridal chamber games tonight."

He held Lin Qiaoqiao and went straight to the room and closed the door.

Uncle Wang said, "It's raining. Let's take a rest first and clean up the stage tomorrow."

They were paid to stay in the villagers’ homes.

Qin Shiyan: "What about me? Where do I live?"

Uncle Wang: "I was originally staying at Grandma Hu's house, so let me let you stay there, and I'll stay with them for the night."

Uncle Wang walked away holding an umbrella.

Qin Shiyan: "Which one?"

Uncle Wang: "The one next to Qiaoqiao and the others."

"Ah? Wang Husan, damn it!"

Qin Shiyan cursed.

This damn old man is trying to mess with me, right?

It was specially arranged in the room next to Liang Canwen and Lin Qiaoqiao.

Qin Shiyan knocked on the door.

"Are you busy, brother?"

"Almost. What's up?"

"Will you come and sleep with me?"

"roll!"

Qin Shiyan was thinking of Liang Canwen sleeping with him so that he wouldn't hear the strange noises from next door.

Alas~ Qin Shiyan sighed: "Old Wang, wait for me, I will sleep with you."

Qin Shiyan went to look for Uncle Wang holding an umbrella.

In the room.

Lin Qiaoqiao sat on the edge of the bed with her head covered, feeling quite emotional.

Liang Canwen lifted the veil and Lin Qiaoqiao looked at her with her big, blinking eyes.

“It’s beautiful.”

Liang Canwen leaned forward and wanted to kiss her.

Lin Qiaoqiao stopped him: "Isn't this the bridal chamber? Liu Chang hasn't left yet."

"Oh, sure. Right away."

Liang Canwen brought two bottles of Wanglaoji: "Come, let's drink the wedding wine."

"Okay~"

Lin Qiaoqiao cooperated very well and drank a glass of wine with Liang Canwen.

What is interest?

That's it.

"Canwen, if I died in the desert today, would you be sad?"

"meeting."

Liang Canwen then answered, his hands busy untying Lin Qiaoqiao's wedding dress.

"How long will you be sad?"

"How long do you say?"

"Are you trying to be perfunctory with me?"

"How do I understand this wedding dress?"

"Answer me first, and I'll tell you."

“I can’t untie it!”

I have read the random answer.

Lin Qiaoqiao was chatting while Liang Canwen was taking off his clothes.

"Where are the buttons on your wedding dress? I'll just rip them off."

"No~"

tear--

Liang Canwen grabbed it with both hands and tore it hard, and it bounced out directly.

Wild! "Lights out, lights out."

"Why turn off the lights? I like to see you like that."

"You are annoying, ah~~~"

(End of this chapter)