Cinnabar (23)

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date="2020-12-12"

title="Cinnabar (23) "

weight="109877"

series = ["Man Man Qing Luo"]

mode = "manual"

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Qing Fei looked outside. There was a circle of people on the opposite side. There were already many girls onlookers, and they pulled Qing Luo to watch the excitement. A'Luo took a look and didn't see the hero. He was bold enough. He thought that the folk customs here are very open, no less than the ten thousand blind date meetings that have been seen in the park before. He took Qing Fei's hand and walked over.

The crowd was surrounding the pair. Suddenly, A'Luo remembered singing antithetical folk songs and playing North and South pie while drinking. It's just that the men here seem to be gentlemen. Some women can't answer or make incorrect answers, and they will also say something eloquently: "It's a blessing for the young lady to speak out."

The two were squeezed in the crowd. A'Luo was short and couldn't see what was going on inside. Qing Fei lowered her voice and told her: "There is a young man who is out of the Shanghai League. It's very comfortable, as if no one can match it."

A'Luo curiously asked, "What's the Shanghai League?"

Qing Fei whispered: "The new moon is like a bow, the waning moon is like a bow, the upper string bow, and the lower string bow."

A'Luo looked at what Qing Fei looked like, and smiled slyly: "Second sister will definitely be able to come out, right?"

Qing Fei smiled complacently: "How difficult is this!"

A'Luo asked again, "Is that the son of the master?"

"Is a very young son, I don't know who it is?"

"Are you handsome?"

Qing Fei's face flushed, and he nodded lightly. For fear of others hearing it, he glared at Qing Luo. A'Luo suddenly said loudly: "How difficult is this pair, my lady can be right!"

Her voice was crisp, and the people in front turned back one after another. A'Luo had already shrunk behind Qing Fei. Qing Fei was originally tall, so it appeared in the crowd. Everyone's eyes lit up and saw a woman in scarlet clothes with a pink face and a delicate look. The son of the Shanghai League hurriedly raised his hand to salute: "I'm waiting for Cheng Siyue in the lower courtesy department, dare to ask if this girl can respond to this?"

After riding a tiger, Qing Fei smiled and replied: "The morning glow is like brocade, the sunset is brocade, Dongcheng brocade, Xicheng brocade. I wonder what the son thinks?”

Cheng Siyue is conceited and has outstanding literary talent. At the age of eighteen, he was the champion in high school. He was promoted to the Minister of Etiquette in just one year. Hearing Qing Fei's response, and seeing her talented, I couldn't help but overjoyed: "Miss absolutely! Admire, there is a picture below, can you ask Miss to write a title?"

A'Luo snickers and writes. This is Qing Fei's unique skill. It can make you dizzy without opening the bow left and right.

Qing Fei responded generously, walked to the stage, and saw a picture of rain in the mountains on the case. After thinking about it, she picked up a pen and wrote the epilogue in the blank.

Looking at Qing Fei, Cheng Siyue is known to be everyone with his pen. If you look closely at the words on the painting, they are soft and slender, with the smell of apricot blossom and spring rain in the south. This time I was truly convinced, and bowed to Qing Fei: "I also like calligraphy when I play, good chess, I wonder if you can invite the lady for a game?"

Everyone in the surroundings hid their mouths and snickered, but it was the first time for Qing Fei to participate in such a banquet. A'Luo followed Qing Fei, walked a few steps and then turned around. Seeing Cheng Siyue still staring there, he waved to him and motioned for him to follow.