Mei Ya silently swallowed the sweet and sour pork in her mouth: "... Zhong Mingwei, come with me for dinner. I have something to tell you."
"Oh." Zhong Mingwei nodded obediently and agreed, while he finished the remaining half of the bun tremblingly.
…
After dinner, Zhong Mingwei followed Mei Ya into the room obediently. Gu Changlin sat on the recliner with a big sword and a golden horse, humming a little song leisurely: "At the first watch, you, Mr. Zhang, jumped over the white wall. Yingying said, I was originally a chaste girl, jumping over, jumping over. You jumped over in vain..."
"Sir, did I say something wrong just now?" Pang Yi finished cleaning up the dishes and walked slowly to sit next to Gu Changlin. He turned his head to look inside the room. He felt uneasy no matter how he looked. "Why do I feel like the Madam is angry?"
"You are such a blockhead! Or maybe you haven't eaten enough walnuts!" Gu Changlin couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Pang Yi, and suddenly sat up straight. He asked Pang Yi with great interest. "By the way, what opera did the female opera singer sing? Why did Ming Wei specifically choose a time when no one was around to call her up to sing?"
"It seems to be called Exploring Qingshui River," Pang Yi thought for a while and then said, "It doesn't sound good either, it's about a girl and a boy who both jumped into the river to commit suicide for love. It's very sad."
"What's there to listen to? What's there to hide from others? I thought that boy had grown up and wanted to listen to "Eighteen Touches"!" Gu Changlin immediately looked disgusted, and then suddenly lay down in the rocking chair. While patting the chair handle, he continued to hum, "At the second watch, you, Mr. Zhang, hugged Yingying in your arms, and Yingying said, I was originally a chaste girl, hugging, hugging, you hugged in vain..."
Looking at Gu Changlin's behavior, Pang Yi couldn't help but feel that he was disrespectful to his elders, but he didn't move and just sat next to Gu Changlin.
"At midnight, you, Mr. Zhang, take off your coat. Yingying will say that I was originally a chaste girl. Take it off, take it off, you are taking it off for nothing..." Gu Changlin hummed and found something wrong. He turned around and saw Pang Yi listening attentively with his hands on his cheeks. Gu Changlin was immediately unhappy, "Hey! What are you still doing sitting here, kid?"
"Waiting to hear you sing the fourth watch," Pang Yi laughed and said shamelessly, "Mr. Gu, please continue!"
"Get lost!" Gu Changlin kicked him with a smile, cursing, "You miss a woman, right? Go find one yourself! Don't be so useless and indulge yourself in listening to little songs!"
"He's really capable!" Pang Yi was not annoyed. He muttered to himself and got up to feed the horses.
I haven’t seen Xiao An for eight days. I really miss her!
No, we must hurry and marry her.
hey-hey.
…
In the bedroom.
"You are really greedy, not only your eyes, hands and mouth are greedy, but also your ears." Meiya crossed her arms and looked at Zhong Mingwei leisurely, staring at him so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. Then she said slowly, "Do you want to hear the song so badly? If I don't sing for you, you will find a female opera singer to come to your house to sing for you?"
"It's not what you think..." Zhong Mingwei now really wanted to strangle Pang Yi to death with his own hands.
"Oh, what is it like?" Mei Ya said slowly, crossing her legs and looking at Zhong Mingwei. "Tell me, while I was not at home, you asked Pang Yi to find you a female opera singer to go up the mountain. What did you do? Didn't you ask her to sing opera, but for some other purpose?"
"Girl, look at what I wrote here?!" Zhong Mingwei pointed at his forehead pitifully and said, "You have good eyesight, so you can definitely see it."
"It says..." Meiya glanced at the man's smooth forehead and said slowly, "It's all because of the walnuts."
"What? Walnuts?" Zhong Mingwei looked puzzled. "Why are we talking about walnuts again?"
"You must blame Pang Yi for being a big mouth who speaks without thinking, so you naturally complain in your heart that Pang Yi doesn't eat enough walnuts," Mei Ya said, while she couldn't help curling her lips and smiling, stretching out her hand to pinch Zhong Mingwei's nose, "What's going on? Why did you secretly invite actors to perform in the mountains? Are you afraid that I will know?"
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