I am drunk with sorrow and invite the bright moon to let the crazy new verses make me happy.
In order to avoid being accused of being in a compromising situation, Xue Jiuyue finally suppressed her sympathy and did not save Qian Jianjun from loneliness.
The Paris Opera Ballet's world-renowned reputation is well-deserved. Their performance of the classic ballet "The Nutcracker" is exquisite, with every dancer and every detail impeccable, enchanting the audience with a feast of dance that leaves them mesmerized and breathtaking.
Qian Jianjun, alone, watched the performance intently, his gaze fixed on the performance. His focused gaze, like tightly wrapped clothing, brought the greatest warmth and security...
"Delicious food will be tasteless if you can't share it with your family." At the slightest opportunity, the foodie dad's classic quote popped out, causing Xue Jiuyue to constantly steal glances at Qian Jianjun.
Wherever she looked, she could always see Qian Jianjun sitting upright, completely absorbed in his performance. It wasn't until Lin Yiyi quietly got up to go to the bathroom that Xue Jiyue suddenly realized that every time she looked at Qian Jianjun, it was during a break or a break. So, perhaps Qian Jianjun's ecstasy was more of a form of self-hypnosis—that was the word Xue Jiyue vaguely remembered Liu Che saying.
Of course, perhaps Qian Jianjun was simply lost in thought in this tranquility, oblivious to the world around him. These were all Xue Jiuyue's own speculations. While there was no definitive answer, it seemed as if she could glimpse a hint of fragility cloaked in strength and confidence. That fragility, so pitiful, made Xue Jiuyue feel pity for this "soulmate"...
The wonderful performance lingered in my mind for a long time, and I was still reluctant to leave after the curtain call.
"Sister Yue, there's a nice Cantonese food stall restaurant nearby. How about we go there for some midnight snack?" Qiu Nian suggested.
"I'll do as you say."
This is an authentic Cantonese restaurant, open 24 hours a day. Even though it's not dinner time, it's still crowded. There are no private rooms, so Xue Jiuyue and the other five found a round table in the corner and sat down.
As a courtesy for the performance, Xue Jiyue wore a dark red dress with a hidden pattern, Lin Yiyi wore a black dress, Zhou Ying wore a dark blue cheongsam, and Qiu Nian and Ke Yike also wore formal suits. Their attire was incompatible with the atmosphere of the food stall, attracting the attention of many people wearing "vests", "shorts", and "flip-flops".
Qian Jianjun, also dressed in formal attire, sat in another corner, his back to the clamor in the hall, drinking alone.
Lin Yiyi turned around and followed Xue Jiuyue's gaze, full of doubts, "Why is he here again?"
"It's still Jun, Jun's brother who brought me to this food stall. I, we all like it here." Qiu Nian is always nervous when talking to Lin Yiyi.
Xue Jiuyue was still looking at Qian Jianjun, whose only back and profile were visible. The words "I am intoxicated with the pure sorrow. Thinking of this moment, to whom should I entrust my thoughts?" came to her mind.
"Xiao Nian, could you please ask Mr. Qian if he's willing to come and join us?"
"Okay!" Qiu Nian had this idea when he was in the theater, but he didn't have the courage to mention it.
Xue Jiyue said to Lin Yiyi and the others, "It's always a waste of money. It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. If possible, let's treat each other back today."
Lin Yiyi and Zhou Ying nodded in agreement. They also had a good impression of Qian Jianjun.
"Mr. Qian is so elegant. You enjoy the dance alone and now you are having a drink alone. I am afraid that I will disturb your mood." Xue Jiuyue politely greeted Qian Jianjun who had just sat down.
"Haha, Mr. Xue always makes fun of me. I was just worrying about 'no one to enjoy my cup with', and then Xiao Nian brought me good news. Thank you Mr. Xue for your hospitality." The room became lively as soon as Qian Jianjun arrived.
Qiu Nian also asked in confusion: "Yeah, Jun brother, why are you alone?"
"Old Zhou's parents came to Xialin to play. Since I had nothing to do, I asked him to go home more often to accompany the elderly and fulfill his filial duties. So I became a lonely man." Qian Jianjun didn't realize that the damn loneliness had become a habit. He subconsciously only thought about the driver Old Zhou.
Xue Jiuyue was keenly aware of this, but she wasn't sure why, nor did she intend to delve into it. She joked about Qian Jianjun's words, "Calling solitude is still a king, and it fits Mr. Qian's status. This shop just so happens to be brewing their own fresh beer, 'Moonlight Floating New Brew,' would you like to join us commoners for a drink?"
"The rain has passed in the empty mountains, the moonlight floats on the new wine, but I drink with no one to appreciate it." This is also from the "Dongxian Ge" by Zhao Ding, a famous minister who fled south during the Qing Dynasty. Xue Jiuyue's words just complemented Qian Jianjun's previous quote, and Qian Jianjun was very happy. "Such a soulmate is rare to come by. Don't call me Mr. Qian anymore. If you like, just follow Xiao Nian and call me Jun Ge, or just Qian Jianjun with his full name."
Xue Jiuyue thought for a moment and answered readily: "It's just a title. Why does Mr. Qian have to be so obsessed with it? How about this, we won't say you, just use you. I will still call you Mr. Qian, and you can call me Jiyue or Xiaoyue, how about it?" As Xue Jiuyue spoke, he suddenly thought of "Xiao Ming", and a sweet and soft feeling came over his heart, which embellished his polite smile with happiness.
"Well, why bother with obsession? When everything becomes clear, let's raise our glasses together and toast to freedom and ease!"
Everyone toasted, and Xue Jiuyue and the others were even more lively than before. Qian Jianjun, too, had shaken off his previous gloom and revitalized. As the atmosphere heated up, Qian Jianjun was the first to abandon his image. He took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned his shirt, all for the sake of greater enjoyment and excitement! The other two men followed suit, and the women, while still maintaining their elegant reserve, also immersed themselves in the lively atmosphere of the food stall.
Qian Jianjun was watching the flowers with drunken eyes, as if it were the ancient Lantern Festival, when a group of beautiful women would emerge from their boudoirs and stroll along the red and purple streets in the deep night, attracting horses to chase their fragrant carriages and people to pick up their silk handkerchiefs...
This feeling and this scene, I am drunk, drunk with happiness and do not want to leave...
Xue Jiuyue's alcohol tolerance is not as good as her slender figure, especially beer, which only makes her cheeks blush, and has no other effect.
I'm completely sleepy, and even have a bit of alcohol leftover excitement. I open my computer and chat for a while, to see what new heights of sarcasm my "spitting star" can reach today.
"good evening!"
"Spit Star" sent a message immediately, but the content was very unusual. Xue Jiuyue wondered if the message from last night was received today.
It's definitely not the news from last night. After playing cards yesterday, "Spit Star" posted: "Master, rest assured, sleep well. I, Old Sun, am leaving!"
With a slight sense of disappointment, Xue Jiuyue replied, "88".
"Oh, no, my lady, you misunderstood. It's night time now. I'm here to greet you, so that means good night! What's the matter? Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Yes, after greeting, shouldn't you leave?" I have to admit that "spitting" is always unexpected.
"Oh, no! You're just killing me. If I leave, there'll be no one to play cards with you."
"It's just right. I don't want to play cards today. La la la la." Xue Jiuyue also playfully sent a small flash of a little girl dancing.
"Haha, Miss Yue has met her love again today! Haha, don't deny it, just remember Ji Ge'er and see if every time you don't feel like playing cards, it means you have a love affair."
"Really? Believe it or not. But it's true that I had dinner with some friends tonight. How about you count who they were?"
"Do I need to calculate it? You came back so late and you're still so happy. You must be paying it back to you four family members."
"Haha, you're wrong, there's a new member this time! The guest I told you about before, let's call him Jun, we just happened to run into each other."
"Oh? I once said that everything in this world is predetermined by fate! There is no such thing as coincidence, only inevitability!"
"Spitting Star" successfully changed the subject, covering up his own oversight. Xue Jiuyue now just drank the whiskey at hand and slowly recalled it. Had there been too many chance encounters today? There was no answer for the moment.
Giving up her fearless suspicion, Xue Jiuyue replied honestly: "It doesn't matter whether it's inevitable or not. We're just ordinary friends. At best, we can be considered soulmates."
"Oh? We've become soulmates so soon? It seems like I've missed something recently."
Without beating around the bush with "Spit Star", Xue Jiuyue gave a brief description of what had happened in the past few days.
"Well, this gentleman is quite good! But I didn't expect that the most beautiful Princess Yue also has both wisdom and beauty like me!" "Spit Star" made a closing statement, but it was far off the topic.
"What do you mean they have something good? What do you mean they are the same as you? Come on, show this princess, what else can you do besides being poor?" Xue Jiuyue teased "Spit Star" in a relaxed and comfortable manner.
"Humph, you're just looking at me through the crack of the door. I've already said that I know everything from astronomy to physiology, and I'm knowledgeable and capable of everything. I can also easily write down the poems and songs that Princess Yue likes, and my writing is very interesting."
"Then write a poem to suit the occasion and present it to me. If it's worthy of your attention, I'll reward you!"
"Your Majesty, please give me a title."
Xue Jiuyue shook the crystal wine glass and asked the question without hesitation, "The content includes moon and wine. You can follow the modern Chinese pronunciation for tone and rhyme. You are not required to write the poem according to the rhyme."
After sending the message, Xue Jiuyue first drank the wine in the glass, then stood up to refill half a glass and put ice cubes in it. When she came back, the avatar of "Spitting Star" began to flash.
"Alas, although I am not as good as Cao Zijian's seven-step poem or Wen Feiqing's eight-step rhyme, I am lucky enough to have fulfilled my mission! Excuse me! How can the bright moon be hidden by the clouds? How can the cool breeze reach my sweat-soaked clothes? With whom can I drink a pot of wine, whistle and sing as much as I want?"
He wrote one so quickly. Although the level is not high and the language is not beautiful, it is different from the popular "doggerel" and is indeed written in modern Chinese according to the rules of prosody.
"Did you write this now?"
"Guaranteed to be authentic! Absolutely original, fresh from the oven, still piping hot."
"Oh, that means you are really abnormal. You can even act crazy when writing a poem. I was wondering why you are also talking nonsense on the Internet." When chatting with "Spit Star", Xue Jiuyue was still so "venomous".
"Spit Star" didn't care, "Don't always criticize me, what does the beautiful Yue think of you?"
"Him?" Xue Jiuyue recalled everything she had known since they met, especially his eyes as bright as stars, and slowly typed: "Talkative, knowledgeable, profound, and very sincere. He is like a mentor and a helpful friend, someone you can consider a soulmate. And he makes people feel safe!"
"It's safe? Are you sure, absolutely?"
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