Hua Ting was in the office on the second floor of Las Villas Casino, looking through a book of accounts for the month in her hand.
The manager Ayao was standing behind her, holding a cup of scented tea leisurely.
He yawned; he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were fewer and fewer areas where Miss Bai needed his advice, and it wouldn't be long before he could retire.
Hua Ting finished flipping through the thick January ledger, crossed a page with her white fingers, closed the ledger again, and threw it on the table.
There was nothing wrong, but she was a little distracted and couldn't see the numbers, so she just flipped through them briefly.
Where does the emotional entanglement of loss come from?
Is it because of not being able to participate in Jian Yi's mission plan or because of Shi Yin's love?
Hua Ting took her coat and walked out.
As soon as she left the casino gate, the golden and warm sun shone all over her.
Suddenly, the sun suddenly appeared from the obscure darkness.
Hua Ting closed her eyes in discomfort.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again and saw Jian Yi under the setting sun, wearing a plain Western-style suit, leaning leisurely on the car, with a gold-plated face, and smiling warmly at her.
She felt happy for no reason.
Hua Ting raised the corners of her lips and walked towards him with a smile every step of the way.
"You're tired, go home and have dinner."
Jian Yi opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner.
Hua Tingmao got into the passenger seat and asked, "What are you going to cook today?"
The engine sounded and the car started slowly.
Jian Yi held the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other on the window edge, looking as capable as ever, "Garlic Braised Pork Ribs."
"Oh, authentic Shanghainese food."
In fact, Huating has eaten it quite a few times.
"Exclusive secret recipe" "Yeah" Haha.
Hua Ting unconsciously leaned her head against the car window glass, and the cool touch touched her.
The wonderful intertwining sense of time and space made her feel in a trance for a moment.
Could it be that she wanted to stay with Jian Yi until old age in this era?
Bar Why do I have this wonderful illusion of an old married couple?
Passing by the Gu family ancestral hall, at this point, I could vaguely hear actors singing and singing in the courtyard of the ancestral hall.
Hua Ting called out to stop the car out of curiosity, thinking that her great-grandfather was back; it was said that Mr.
Shi came specially for inspection.
Arrange Mu Guiying's performances at night or in the evening, because the inspectors always have important matters to attend to, and it is impossible to watch a play from beginning to end during the day.
Either they leave in the middle or they are suddenly encountered.
Hua Ting understands this very well about the shooting incident.
She pushed the door open and walked in.
She saw a group of actors playing tricks and throwing Yunxiu down, and the show was in full swing.
Seeing the two people coming in, everyone suddenly became quiet and stopped moving to look at them curiously.
Among them is the love of charity.
Why have we started rehearsing this late at night?
Mr.
Shi put on his outer coat and came out.
While pulling on his sleeves, he walked up to the two of them and hit Qian'er.
He was in his fifties or sixties.
His lean face was covered with smiles and his wrinkles were wrinkled.
"Miss Bai," he said.
Are you here to supervise the work?"
"Supervisor" Hua Ting's eyes twitched, and she felt that Master Shi's words in front of her had some flattering intentions.
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Mr.
Shi's eyes flicked to Hua Ting and continued: "On Mr.
Bai's birthday in five days, our entire theater troupe will be specially invited to sing three plays at the Juxintang Teahouse."
Mr.
Shi has been singing opera for most of his life.
His voice was tired, and he had to turn many corners when speaking, "I thought Miss Bai was here for the prison.
Thanks to Mr.
Bai for your appreciation, my body and bones may not be able to support a scene.
I hope Mr.
Bai won't do it by then." mind."
"Of course I don't mind if I don't mind."
The polite tone made Hua Ting feel that she was not used to it.
Mr.
Shi welcomed the two of them into the courtyard and kept saying: "The opera troupe in the Gu family ancestral hall is not what it used to be.
People say that our opera troupe can only sing a few songs.
There is nothing new.
Some I don’t even want to look at it, but fortunately Mr.
Bai appreciates it.”
Opera troupes that can perform at the Juxintang Tea House usually become popular quickly within a week, and the cost of the performance soars.
Not to mention that Mr.
Shi has such a large troupe to support, so he is inevitably a little excited.
What surprised her was that Shi Yinai could also sing.
And it’s pretty decent.
Shi Yin'ai held out a neatly arranged pair of Xia pei, straightened the overlapping mandarin duck collars, and carefully shook them out.
The large satin was richly and intricately printed with bright gold embroidery, and the bright red silk slippers Also eyes.
She put on a bright red costume, and the cuffs and collar were embroidered with beautiful peonies, making her pretty face look even more ethereal.
Jian Yi leaned on the wooden box nearby, looking at her eyebrows and suddenly lost consciousness.
Hua Ting looked sideways, as if something was suddenly torn off, and there was a dull sound deep in her chest, which made her feel pain.
Shi Yin'ai lightly opened his red lips and sang a tune, and a clear and crisp singing suddenly sounded in the already lively courtyard.
"It turns out that the purples and reds are blooming all over, like this, they are all abandoned by the ruined wells and ruined buildings.
What a beautiful scenery in a good time.
Whose house can enjoy it?
Flying in the morning and evening, clouds and green pavilions, raindrops and wind, smoke and waves painting boats, Jinping people are watching It’s so cheap to have such a good time.”
Shi Yinai looked straight at the handsome face in front of him with his full eyes, completely treating the girl next to him as nothing.
Seeing the flirtatious expressions between the two people, the sourness in Hua Ting's heart was about to burst out.
But she restrained herself.
Shi Yin'ai sang emotionally, her eyes tightly locked on Jian Yi beside her.
Before she finished the last clear and clear note, she turned around, took off her clothes and bowed, raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were dyed with a smile, just like the description of a suave young student with a jade face and starry eyes, like a phoenix.
With slightly squinted eyes, he asked Jian Yi for a pick.
Shi Yin'ai's voice is not as gorgeous and beautiful as other actors', and her words and expressions are quite casual, but it has a deep and disturbing natural charm, which gently and slowly hits everyone's ears like water dripping from a stone.
Jian Yi clapped her hands and walked towards her, "Singing well" Shi Yin'ai had a smile in his eyes, and his eyes circled from Hua Ting to Jian Yi's face, "You know what I'm hiding, right?"
Jian Yi smiled and said in a casual tone: "I have been partnering with you for so long and I didn't know you could sing.
I just heard that it was indeed taught by Master Shi.
Your singing skills are just like him."
"My singing skills are not even one-tenth as good as his."
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Let me stand here and watch you chatting.
Hua Ting shook her throat, turned around and said, "I'm going back."
It was expected that Jane would also follow.
On the way back, Hua Ting didn't say a word.
Although Jian Yi felt strange, she couldn't figure out the reason from her mouth.
There was silence in the huge hall of Jian's house, only the sounds of bowls, chopsticks and knives and forks.
The dishes were divided into plates and placed in the middle of the long table.
Jian Yi picked up a piece of cowboy bone, cut it for her slowly, and then put it in her bowl. .
The dishes on this table tonight can be described as a large collection of meats, including ribs, steaks, and clay pot chicken, but Hua Ting lost the motivation to eat it.
In fact, there are quite serious contradictions in the decoration design of the Jian family's mansion.
All the rules in the house are a combination of Chinese and Western.
Just like this meal, the food the two of them eat is obviously Chinese food, but they use a long Western-style table.
According to the ancient Chinese rules, the eldest room is on the left, the second room is on the right, the male is in the front, and the female is in the back.
It is conceivable that if Jian Yi married three wives and four concubines, she would be able to fill this long Western-style table.
It's really ridiculous to think about Mrs.
Jian in this way.
If Jian wants to marry a concubine, the most likely one will only be Shi Yin'ai, who will get Chen Jingzhi in her turn?
"Sister Hua, why don't you speak?"
Hua Ting expressionlessly swallowed a mouthful of the kid's secret garlic pork ribs.
Although the taste was quite good, the face of Shi Yin Ai just now flashed in her mind, and the corners of her mouth curved in a cold arc.
"Sister Hua, you look so scary, isn't there something wrong with the ribs?"
Jian Yi ate two pieces and didn't think there was anything wrong.
On the contrary, it was quite delicious.
Hua Ting opened her mouth, and a chill came from the bottom of her heart, "When are you going to take a concubine?"
"Marrying a concubine" Jian Yi was slightly surprised, "Sister Hua, are you kidding me?"
Hua Ting was very different from usual.
Her furrowed brows contained an almost uncontrollable irritability.
"In other words, you don't plan to marry a concubine, but want me to give up the throne."
"Ha" Jian Yi put down her chopsticks and reached out to rub Hua Ting's soft hair hanging on her shoulders, "You have listened to what my mother said, right?"
Hua Ting's face suddenly fell, and her tone became more arrogant and contemptuous, "It's normal for men in this era to have three wives and four concubines.
Besides, I don't care.
I don't like you anyway."
"Sister Hua," Jian Yi leaned close to her, "Do you think I will do this?"
Hua Ting calmly distanced herself from him, turned her head, and the two of them faced each other.
The atmosphere suddenly felt awkward.
Jian Yi put a piece of pork ribs into her bowl as usual and said, "Whether you like me or not, I will never marry another woman."
Maybe it was his gentle voice, maybe his doting expression, or maybe it was the soft touch of his fingertips, Hua Ting's originally anxious heart actually calmed down inexplicably.
"Whether I marry or not has nothing to do with me."
Anyway, I don’t know which day I’m going to leave.
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