"Are you awake?

Hurry up and practice. The guests are waiting for a new singer. "

In the past month, Chen Shichang's treatment was to practice pipa with the Courtesan in a small room.

Alas, Chen Shichang sighed silently.

The Courtesan tapped her fingers on the table a few times, and Chen Shichang's attention came back.

"Senior, what's the matter?"

Chen Shichang looked at the Courtesan who seemed to be entangled with the title "Senior" for a while, and then said to her, "If you just want to earn a little money in the lobby and then leave, the talent you have shown now is enough."

“？？？”

The Courtesan may be secretly sighing that Chen Shichang couldn't get her meaning.

It was better to lay it all out and say it.

The Courtesan was entangled for a while.

It was better to say it directly.

It had only been a month since he transmigrated to this world and lived a very boring life. Chen Shichang's daily pleasure was to look at the Courtesan's entangled expression.

Looking at this beautiful face showing an expression of annoyance because of him, it was a bad taste.

Chen Shichang imagined the Courtesan's inner activities. He was in a trance and thought that fifty rounds had passed.

The Courtesan was finally willing to lay it all out and say, "I know your talent may be more than that, and I didn't know your temperament changed greatly after you hurt your foot. Are you still yourself?"

Chen Shichang spread out his hands and said, "Whatever you think."

The Courtesan and Chen Shichang looked at each other and communicated with their eyes for a while.

The Courtesan asked outside the door, "Why can't I hear the sound of pipa practice?"

The Courtesan covered up this conversation, "The string is broken, I can just reconnect it.

But, this broken instrument. "

There was no reply.

The Courtesan walked into the door, put her ear to the door, listened, and confirmed that the Courtesan had gone away.

Chen Shichang, "…"

The Courtesan said, "Maybe there are some important guests here today. Let's make it short.

During this month's observation, I found that you plan to leave here. You're just an ordinary singer. Mamasan thought that you didn't bring her much money, so you were quickly stuffed into the backyard.

You have to appear popular, but not to the extent of being a cash cow. "

"If I can help you leave, my only request is that those sisters who are old and have nowhere else to go have a way out."

Chen Shichang: "We've only known each other for such a short time. How did you know that I was leaving?

How could you think of — "

Chen Shichang couldn't continue, because she realized that the Courtesan didn't look as red as she used to be. Without makeup on her face, there were already wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Originally, I wanted Young Master Wang Lianhua, but Young Master hasn't been here for many years.

Men are not worthy of true love, not to mention people like me who play along. "

Wang Lianhua … a Wulin scholar?

Shen Lang?

Zhu Qiqi?

This is a Wuxia world.

Without time to pay attention to the Courtesan's self-pity, Chen Shichang's mouth twitched. She lamented her luck in her heart. The history books she read in the past were useless.

In the end, the Courtesan added, "For so many years, every time I meet a newcomer with potential like you, I will make this request.

I hope this is the last time I say this. "

"I don't have much time."

She seemed to leave behind a sigh and left.

On this day, Chen Shichang's left eyelid kept twitching. She didn't know what was going on.

Whether it was a disaster or a blessing, Chen Shichang braced herself and went downstairs.

Mamasan came over and said, "Today's distinguished guest doesn't like it. He wants to listen to a sad song."

Chen Shichang nodded and lowered her eyebrows. Step by step, she walked down the stairs to the teahouse.

It was the young master of the owner who made trouble last time.

Yes, this young master pestered a prostitute on the street, but failed. The prostitute insisted on leaving Taiyuan City.

The acapella singing flower girl:

Sad and tired, selling flowers, daily life has hatred

Endless hatred, the famous flower has not been cared for

Tears of blood fall on my clothes

This paragraph complained about how the prostitute lived every day.

Sad to see old friends, sadder to not see old friends

… …

In addition to these regular customers, a new face appeared in the lobby today.

There were very few men in flowery clothes, and even fewer good-looking men.

The man in flowery clothes took a sip of wine and muttered, "Sad to see old friends, sadder to not see old friends, sadder to not see old friends … Alas, we are all wandering people."