Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The girl who entered the house is called Sang Wen. It is a famous singer in Kyoto. It is not easy to want to see her in the past.

Fan Fan recognized her, but it was because more than a year ago, when the summer resort in the west of Kyoto and the nephew were in the summer, the Sangwen girl had been invited by the nephew in the villa. Sing a little song of noon.

At that time, the breeze came from the lake, and Fan was sitting next to the three sisters, the sister-in-law and Ye Linger. It was really the most wonderful piece of light after his rebirth, and the song that the Sangwen girl sang had a phrase The phrase "缟袂绡裳" just happened to be the first sight of Fan Xian and his nephew at the Qing Temple, so he was particularly impressed by the girl.

After Sang Wen entered the house, he was slightly blessed, and sat down in the lower corner with a blank expression. He held a musical instrument similar to 琵琶 in his arms and said, "What songs do you want to listen to?"

Fan’s eyebrows are slightly stunned, knowing that the other person has not recognized himself, but he does not know that the other person still remembers the words he wrote to her. Last summer, Fan Xia was in the summer resort, once copied a piece of Tang Xianzu's wonderful words and sent it to the Sang Wen girl, and Sang Wen relied on this remark, and he became more famous in Kyoto, but he did not disclose it according to Fan Xi’s embarrassment. The real author of this remark.

"Singing the first singer."

Fan Xian leaned on the soft arms behind him, his eyes closed slightly, and he randomly clicked on the most common song, but his heart was wondering, and the singer of this identity was stunned by the moon. And again... just sent it out? Adding this nephew is obviously not a vulgar thing, can it be said that his identity has been smashed out by the owner of this building?

Two loud sounds, and Fan Fan pulled out from the suspicion. He smiled a little, and he thought it right, even if he knew his identity, he secretly deliberately pleased. I don't have to worry about anything. I don't have to worry about the nightingale.

Sang Wen's eyebrows are finely curved, and she can't tell the softness. The lips don't wipe Zhu Dan, so it looks a little light. The facial features are beautiful. The only pity is that the cheeks are wider, the face is a bit bigger, and the mouth seems to be better. Generally, the beauty standards should be a little wider.

I saw her finger on the string. The lips are light and sing, sings: "How can I cover the skirt wide? For the jade, the skin is fragrant and the waist is weakened. The rice does not stick to the spoon. Sleeping like a cake, if the air is a hairspring. You have to be killed by the cover, honestly What is the resignation? After a long period of time, this is a joyful entertainment, and it has been a thorough understanding." (Note 1)

The song is graceful and gentle. Especially when singing the singer of the singer, the breathing of the squatting child after the squatting of the fan is also a little heavy, very teasing. Fan is half-closed and listening. I found that there was a wine glass on my lips, and I didn’t blink. I knew that my nephew was feeding the wine, and I sipped my lips. I only felt warm in my body, and I felt a good atmosphere. I felt so good. I felt like relaxing for one night. It is also good, as for who is the owner of Baoyuelou. It is not too late to check again in the future.

But after the song sang a few words, the atmosphere in the room looked weird. Fan leisure slowly opened his eyes and looked at the seemingly ignorant Sang Wen, confirming that the girl did not recognize herself, but Deliberately cold, perhaps in the awkwardness of the building.

In the last few sentences, the meaning of this song is clearly described. This is the use of daily spoken language. It is a vivid depiction of a wife’s bitter love and hatred because of her husband’s long journey.

The song is simple, the word is simple, but the meaning is good. It is worthy of the identity of Sang Wendi. It is just... At this time, everyone is staying up all night, but she sang the song like this. It is really awkward.

The girl looked at Fan’s calm expression. Somehow, she was a little scared. She quickly sipped a glass of wine and sent it to his lips. She asked me very softly: “Chen Gongzi, this sister Sang is famous in Kyoto. Home, the average son can not see, you see, let her pick a few more happy to sing to you how to listen?"

Sang Wen did not seem to expect that the red card girl in the moon will be able to help herself. In this somewhat sly eyes, she was more grateful. She did not want to let her children suffer because of their resistance. It was really inappropriate to choose the songs of his own previous songs. He quickly got up and said a little blessing: "This... Chen Gongzi, Sang Wen's fault."

Fan snorted and said nothing.

Everyone in the house looked at his face, and Shi Jieli and Deng Ziyue did not know what the adults were going to do. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian immediately turned into a smile and said: "This Kyoto's scenery and personnel, it is different from Jiangnan, the land of the first good, even Xiaoqu children are also persuading people to be good."

The girls listened to this joke and finally let out a sigh of relief. The children quickly smirked and said: "The son of the son went to the good, how can the slaves ask for life?"

Fan Xiao smiled and patted her leg, and the finger slid over the long stretched thigh of the nephew. It took advantage of it, and she was not allowed to shoulder her shoulders. She leaned down and sat down to drink.

Sang Wen replied with the spirit, smiled slightly, and sang a curvy order: "The Luofu dream is really immortal, double-locked snails, nine halo beads. The sunny willow is soft, the spring onion is delicate, the autumn 藕 is round. The wine cellar In the middle of the child, there are some embarrassing things, and the pictures are called to the next place. I ask the predecessor, the moon and the cross, what year is it?" (Note 2)

When the voice fell, Fan Xian pre-empted the sound well, and sincerely said: "Good singing." Looking at the face of the child in the arms, smiled and said: "This little order, it turned out to be a child, The spring onion is delicate, and the autumn raft is round... His hand is not honestly following the fingers of the child's finger, and pinching it, and the other hand gently carries the jaw of the child, admiring: "A beautiful girl. It’s just that there is less alcohol and no redness. ”

He looked back at the eyes of the prostitute who had already revealed the meaning of the **. On the face of a red history, he laughed and said: "The original sentence is yours."

When the girls saw him talking and funny, they couldn’t help but smile. They smiled and smiled and took two glasses. When they touched him, they drank a cup, but there was no reason in the heart. Hey, this son is really a master of the mood of the field, is it really like Yuan Jie said... actually a man in the government?

The night was deep, and Deng Shi, who had already been eager to move, was rushed to the side of the courtyard. The sound insulation here is very good. For a long time, I couldn’t hear the happy voices of the men and women. Fan couldn’t help but smile. I thought that Deng Ziyue might still keep a clear line of Lingtai. However, he is not from three sources. It is difficult to find out what news these prostitutes have, and the history of this scholar is only long enough to be stripped by the girls. When I used to drink alcohol, I tasted a trace of aphrodisiac in the wine. I knew that it was a common means of these brothels, so he didn't care.

In the room, Sang Wen with a hint of vigilance, carefully watched the Chen Gongzi on the couch, do not know the end of the feast. What does he mean by staying with himself.

The fluffy clothes of the clothes licked some of the loose hair, and looked at Chen Gongzi, but also some accidents. I think of the character who is staring at this month. Actually, she wanted to double-edged her eyes. In her heart, there was a sense of uncomfortableness. In any case, she was also a red-shoulder in Baoyuelou. It is expected that this young son is still not satisfied. Strongly keeps Sang Wen in the room - she knows that in order to grab the sangwen in the building, she spent a lot of thoughts and took out a yard. However, Sang Wen is not awkward. He is also famous in Kyoto. He said that he will never stay with his guests overnight.

I was trying to pile up a smile and break down a few words. Unexpectedly, the young buddy tonight had pulled himself up, and he had no heat in his body, and he fell softly in his arms.

Looking up, my nephew could still see the faint smile on Fan’s face, and could not help but tremble, the young man’s smile. The few pockmarks on his face did not seem to be unsightly. The whole person showed a gentle and amiable taste and couldn’t tell the temptation to be close.

"I used to worry about the girl for me, and I will swear for you." Fan said softly, a hand slid gently across her waist, and one hand gently twitched on her temple. It is actually not allowed to say anything and refuse.

The child’s heart glimpsed, but the enemy’s feeling of stability was brought about by the stable fingers. The ignorance of the gods gradually became blurred, and the long eyelashes were slightly closed, and they fell asleep slowly.

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Looking at the girl's head in the man's lap, there was no movement, and Sang Wen stood up in surprise, covering his mouth, his eyes full of horror.

"Don't be nervous, she just fell asleep." Fan said quietly, carefully placed the girl who had served in the middle of the night on the couch, and carefully took a pillow and placed it under her neck.

The nephew was very comfortable and snorted, his eyes closed, and I didn’t know what to do in my dreams. Seeing this scene, Sang Wen confirmed that the nephew did not die, but still carefully retired to the door. After all, the young son had only smashed two times, and he hypnotized the child, which made people feel very surprised.

Fan sat on the couch, looking at Sang Wen with a smile and a finger gesture.

Sang Wen only felt a flower in front of her eyes. The next moment, the young son had already come to her side. She was shocked and shook her head and was ready to flee the tiger cave. I heard the next sentence in the ear that was too low to be heard. Words: "The original 姹 嫣 开 开 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Sang Wen only felt that tonight was extremely nervous, and looked at the "Chen Gongzi" in amazement. After a long while, he found the clear and peaceful life that he had always remembered from the other's eyes. Corresponds to the face in the church last summer.

She opened her mouth, but there was a complex look of surprise and sorrow and sorrow in the scorpion. There seemed to be countless words to say to Fan.

Fan looked at her look and knew that her luck was really good today, but she still shook her head firmly, preventing her from opening her mouth. After walking to the red toilet behind the bed, she fell down and picked up the infuriating body. Refers to the knife, quietly tearing off the bed, smashed into a group, stuffed into the eyelet behind the armrest made of hollow brass.

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