Qianhe Liyuan's reputation in the capital has not been great in recent years. It once became an instant hit, but it has not set off any sparks in the past two years. If its boss was not a young master named Chi, I am afraid it would not have been able to last so long. After all, above it, there are old teams, competitors on the same stage, and new media. In the field of opera, outsiders watch it and find it strange. Because it is a cultural treasure, many people flock to it and want to join in the fun. But only insiders or the rare older generation will stop for her and feel the charm of this cultural form. Ten years of hard work, in exchange for a cup of tea for the guests in the audience, can be regarded as the meaning of inheritance. This is also the reason why Master Chi, who has always had his own way, has never given up on this pear garden. After Shen Manzhi followed Chi Mu around the carved and hollow lintel, there was a garden design like a Suzhou forest garden, with several small bungalows built on the ground. The snow was heavy on the pines and bamboos, and I could vaguely see the girl with her legs stretched out in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She had a round head, a beautiful face, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes focused on a certain point. Her expression was bright and firm, and her posture was as straight as a green pine, clean and straight. Chi Mu followed Shen Manzhi's gaze and smiled, "Yilin, Teacher Chen's close disciple, is a very hard-working child." After Yilin finished practicing the basic skills, she stood against the wall to calm her breathing, her temples slightly wet against her ears. After ten minutes, she relaxed her body and walked to the locker to get a drink of water. The phone next to her vibrated with a message.
Attached to the MMS message was a picture of a man and a woman walking side by side into the lobby of Chizuru Liyuan. The side smile of the young man is completely different from the cold-faced and irritable boss he usually sees. The woman next to him is wearing a punk-style leather jacket, black pants and short boots, and her waist-length hair is slightly curly. There seems to be a hint of sultry in the handsome wild ruffian. The beauty. A paragraph popped up, and Yilin clicked on the photo to return to the page, her pupils involuntarily dilated. [Did you see that, silly sister, that Qing Yi is back, why do you think you are her opponent? But it doesn’t matter, if you don’t want to do it, I’ll do it for you. 】 The number that sent the message was from another province. Yilin was completely unfamiliar with it, but she suddenly remembered the person she met two days ago. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she forced herself to calm down. The hot water was too hot, and her eyes instantly turned red in panic. Yilin deleted the message and walked upstairs holding the water glass. There was a thin layer of snow on the terrace and balcony, which could not be melted by the warm winter sun. She found a phone number in her contact list, dialed it, and said with a smile, "Senior sister." A very gentle female voice came along the receiver, "Good morning Linlin, have you finished your morning training?" "Practice is over, senior sister..." Yilin said in as relaxed a tone as possible, "I may not be able to attend the Lantern Festival premiere." The senior sister was attentive and heard the choking in her voice, which was as gentle as ever, "Did someone bully you?" "No," she pulled her lips and smiled, but her eyes were red, "It's just that maybe the strength is not enough and more practice is needed..." "Then when you come back in the afternoon, senior sister will prepare delicious food for you?" "Okay." Yilin raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes and chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone. There was one move she hadn't practiced yet. She took a deep breath, turned around and walked back, but stopped when she saw a woman smoking against the wall at the entrance of the corridor. Wearing a leather jacket, black pants and short boots, she is the woman in the photo just now, the one in Tsing Yi. Sure enough, she is beautiful in both bones and skin. She is charming and delicate, but also exudes a cold and decadent aura. Even her sex is a bit enviable for her. Yilin clenched the water glass in her hand, considered the title, slightly lowered her head and lowered her eyes, "Senior?"
Shen Manzhi crossed his arms with one hand and held a cigarette in the other. He looked at the slim girl in front of him and chuckled, "You know me?" Yilin's breath was stagnant. The Qing Yi's photos in the industry were actually wearing makeup. Only the staff behind the scenes had seen her true appearance. She also just learned about the person in front of her from that person's information. The person is that Qing Yi. She didn't have the habit of lying, so she simply shook her head. She just looked at the cigarette in the woman's hand and couldn't help but said, "Smoking is bad for your throat." Shen Manzhi smiled, the lady's cigarette was burning in her hand, and she shook it down on the cardboard box aside, "Giving up a hard-earned stage casually is not a good opera artist." Yilin's eyelashes flickered, and she raised her eyes to look at her. A burst of courage burst out of her heart for no reason, "Then what if it is, there is no way to resist? If it is, then what if the stage was not prepared for me from the beginning?" "You don't believe in yourself, do you believe in hearsay?" Shen Manzhi seemed to have heard some kind of joke, and the raised eyes showed an understatement of loneliness, "Little beauty, are you putting your choice in the hands of others?" Yilin's face turned pale and red. The white color was because she was really affected by that person's words, so she felt aggrieved and called her senior sister. The red color was because of the man's name to her. "You are the senior in Qingyi back then, right?" Chi Mu said that this child is not only hard-working but also polite. Shen Manzhi is the villain who wants to steal the protagonist in the "script" made up by others, and she still uses honorifics politely. “Not a senior, but a partner.” Yilin's lips parted slightly, a little surprised. Shen Manzhi put out his cigarette, and his face finally looked brighter. "Little beauty, take me to your master." ---- When Yilin brought that top beauty back to her master's house, she was still a little confused. The moment she opened the door, she was still thinking about why she believed her inexplicably. "Irene is back?" Before the girl had time to tell Shen Manzhi the rules of entry, she left looking for the voice and said in a cheerful voice, "Senior Sister!" Shen Manzhi stood outside the threshold. Through the open wooden door of the courtyard, he saw a graceful lady wearing an improved wide-sleeved cheongsam approaching from the small stone path, taking the girl into his arms and embracing her tenderly. The gentle and graceful beauty of Jiangnan women. Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. We met again in the snow-covered courtyard of the capital city. Jian Jia raised her head and looked at the person outside the door. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she calmly restrained herself. She took Yi Lin's hand and exchanged a few words. "That's your friend?" Yilin then ran out again and invited Shen Manzhi in, "This is a senior from the Liyuan. She came with me to visit the master." The tenderness on Jian Jia's face gradually faded away, "Yilin, go see the master first. I'll have a chat with her first." Yilin did not doubt that she had it, so she went into the inner hall. Jian Jia was wrapped in a shawl and looked at the person who had threatened her and forced her to leave the Qin family. The gentleness she felt when facing her junior sister no longer existed, but instead she felt a slight sense of defensiveness.
"You're welcome and safe." In contrast, Shen Manzhi was much more relaxed. When she came in, she saw the appearance of the entire courtyard. It was an old courtyard house that had not been relocated around the fourth tier of the capital, but it had been finely decorated and was comparable to a luxury house in the city. Hearing Jian Jia speak, Shen Manzhi turned around and looked at her, "I'm here to visit Master Chen. You don't need to be so vigilant." The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Jian Jia stepped back sideways and said, "Come in and have a cup of tea." From the few days before New Year's Eve until the New Year's Eve, Qin Jiang was alone without Jian Jia for company. "So you left Huaicheng after Xiaonian?" Jian Jia poured tea for her. She was different from the cowardly and meek person she was at the Qin family, "Aren't you investigating me? You don't even know when I left?" Shen Manzhi looked at the stone carvings next to him. A channel was made in the low-lying hinterland to divert water into the pool. She said in a casual tone, "You are insignificant to me, so why waste time investigating you." Jian Jia didn't expect her to take the topic so calmly, and she wasn't annoyed. Instead, she laughed at herself, "It's just me who messed up." "If you don't go back to Qin's house during the New Year, will no one doubt you?" "Qin Jiang and I are divorced." Shen Manzhi's hand holding the cup was slightly stunned, and there was a slight astonishment in his eyes. "Qin Jiang did not announce his widowhood to the outside world." Jian Jia raised her eyebrows slightly and savored her somewhat offensive words carefully. Then she realized what she said and seemed a little amused and said:
"The rule of the Qin family is that unless you are widowed, you cannot get divorced?" Jian Jia finally caught the pleasure of being able to win back the fight, and teased, "Do you believe it?" "..." Shen Manzhi pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tutting softly in his heart.