Wild roses grow in the mountains.

It seems that as long as you find a place with wild roses, you can find the Resurrection Grass.

Chu Jin originally wanted to find A Zi to ask about the situation, but A Zi fell asleep on the table again. Chu Jin frowned slightly. This A Zi seemed to be a little abnormal recently.

It seems that I can only find a way out by myself.

Nanshan is so big and I am not familiar with the geographical environment here. Where can I find wild roses?

Chu Jin lowered his eyebrows and sniffed the wild rose in his hand, and the thoughts in his eyes were very deep.

The bright red flowers face the jade-like cheeks, which look so bright and charming, and also well interprets the words "Shame of the Moon".

Seeing her like this, Mo Qingyi stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Jin? What are you thinking?"

Chu Jin withdrew his thoughts and smiled slightly, "It's okay, let's go, aren't you hungry?"

Mo Qingyi knew that Chu Jin had his own little secret, so he didn't ask much at the moment, and smiled and pulled Chu Jin and Miao Xinran forward.

Three big men were left behind to walk side by side because of their appearance and aura.

It attracted many young girls to reply frequently, but they only responded frequently, and they did not dare to come forward to chat with them.

Mo Qingyi is a child with ADHD. He carried a flower basket and jumped all the way without stopping. And along the way, as long as he met someone, no matter men, women, young and old, he would come forward to give him a wild rose.

It is also famous for its name: Giving someone a rose will leave a fragrance on your hands.

When he received the wild rose that Mo Qingyi offered, passers-by were shocked and thought to himself, whose melon baby is this?

When those single young men received Mo Qingyi's flowers, their faces were even red. Looking at the flowers in their hands, they thought a lot of thoughts.

Duan Muzhe's face was almost dark behind him.

Mo Zhixuan reached out and patted Duanmuzhe on the shoulder, and said something meaningfully, "Please wait a little more."

Duanmuzhe raised his eyes in surprise, suppressing the excitement in his body, "Brother Jiu?"

What does Brother Jiu mean? Is it to support him?

But Mo Zhixuan stopped talking and returned to his noble and cold appearance. His angular and cold facial features were hidden under the light, appearing and appearing mysterious and ostentatious.

Seeing him like this, Duanmuzhe swallowed his throat and didn't say anything more.

On the other side of the street corner, a bright yellow figure flashed by.

Qin Jinyong's pupils shrank slightly, stopped and said, "Brother Jiu, Duanmu, I suddenly have something left in the inn. Go back and get it. You go first, don't wait for me."

"Go." Mo Zhixuan opened his thin lips lightly and spit out two words lightly.

Qin Jinyong nodded, turned around and ran quickly towards the direction of looking at the inn.

Mo Zhixuan and Duanmuzhe continued to walk forward.

The group soon arrived at the specialty restaurant Duanmuzhe mentioned, and Mo Qingyi's rose flowers were dispersed, and even the baskets with flowers were given to others.

Like all the surrounding buildings, this restaurant is also a very old building.

The restaurant is very large, and there are many guests coming and going around the door, unlike the Duyin Inn where they live, which is very desolate.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant gate, Chu Jin's gaze was attracted by the stage that was placed in the middle of the hall. Qingyi on the stage appeared in exquisite costumes.

The whispering opera was transmitted into the ears through the flowing air, "It turned out that the colorful flowers bloomed everywhere, and it seemed like this, all of them were given to the broken well and the dilapidated wall..."

It is the most famous excerpt from Kunqu opera "Peony Pavilion" "Amazing Dreams in the Garden".

Listening to this familiar singing style and familiar makeup, Chu Jin's eyes gradually became wet.

In her previous life, when she was Qin Jie, her grandmother's best actress was Du Liniang. She often wore costumes and painted Du Liniang's makeup, and sang alone in the garden without getting tired of singing.

Perhaps because of her grandmother's infection, she also likes Kunqu Opera very much, and even almost became a Qingyi. However, all this changed after meeting Chen Lingtian.

For the sake of Chen Lingtian, she gave up her favorite Kunqu Opera, not only wrote and wrote, but also drank with people in the shopping malls.

In the end, it actually caused a fire.

Life is like a play, and play is like life.

Just like Du Liniang on the stage, after waking up from her dream, what awaits her is empty.

After so many years, when she heard the long-lost Kunqu Opera again, things and people have changed.

Because of her willfulness, my grandmother turned into a pile of dead bones, and she turned into Chu Jin.

The group walked to the railing on the second floor and sat down.

The sight here is very good. Just lower your eyes and you can take the entire restaurant into your eyes.

After sitting down, Chu Jin's attention was still focused on the stage. Qingjun's face had no unnecessary expression, but her eyes were very focused, and her eyes were even slightly red.

"Brother Jin, can you understand what she sang?" Seeing her like this, Mo Qingyi curiously leaned over her head and glanced downstairs. She couldn't understand a word anyway, and she was babbling and the tone was dragging very long, which sounded very boring.

Nowadays, young people like pop music, dj, and hi songs. How many people will pay attention to these ancient operas?

Only those retired elderly people will listen to some operas while playing time.

Chu Jin withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "Can you understand a little."

"Brother Jin, are you bragging?" Mo Qingyi had doubts about Chu Jin for the first time. "If you can understand, tell us what kind of Huangmei opera she sang?"

In Mo Qingyi's heart, all the babbling scenes are called Huangmei Opera. I know that Huangmei Opera is because of Mrs. Mo. She often watches opera programs and occasionally hums a few lines of "The Female Prince Consort".

Chu Jin glanced at her and said quietly, "I sang Kunqu opera."

Mo Qingyi nodded thoughtfully, "So she sang the Huangmei Opera, it's called Kunqu Opera, but this name is so strange..."

Mo Zhixuan: "..."

Duanmuzhe: "..."

In the idea that he could not mislead his children, Chu Jin patiently explained to her the difference between Kunqu Opera and Huangmei Opera.

She said it in detail, but it was not complicated and easy to understand. You can tell at a glance that she had conducted in-depth research on this aspect.

It is said that people who do one thing seriously are the most attractive. It is appropriate to use this sentence to describe Chu Jin now.

She explained to Mo Qingyi very seriously. The tone was shallow, like a river gurgling, clear and clear, and the sounds were heard, which could dispel the haze in the air and make people suddenly enlightened.

Style and charm.

The old man at the back table kept nodding, and a sense of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

Mo Qingyi was confused and didn't understand. However, after listening to her words, Miao Xinran's beautiful big eyes flashed with admiration, "Wow, A Jin, you are so amazing, you actually understand opera!"

Chu Jin smiled faintly, "I had elders at home who liked to study these things before, so I knew a little more or less."

Mo Qingyi leaned over and joked, "Brother Jin, tell me honestly, are you really not the Tianshan Tonglao?"

The person in front of me is really only eighteen years old?

Is there really an 18-year-old girl who likes such an ancient opera?

Chu Jin gave her a blank look, "If I were the Tianshan Tonglao, I would be the first to eat you."

After listening to Chu Jin's explanation, Miao Xinran became very interested in Kunqu Opera. She immediately pulled Chu Jin's hand and said, "A Jin, A Jin, then tell me the story of this Peony Pavilion?"

Chu Jin nodded, and then concisely described the story background of "Peony Pavilion" to Miao Xinran, and ended the story with the ten words "Seeing peony flowers underneath, getting married even if you become a ghost."

After knowing the whole story, I felt a different feeling when I listened to Qingyi’s humming in the audience again.

A yearning for freedom of marriage but being oppressed by feudal ethics, and in the end, beautiful love can only be realized in dreams. Du Liniang is undoubtedly pitiful.

"Du Liniang is so pitiful..." Miao Xinran sighed with red eyes.

Mo Qingyi patted Miao Xinran's shoulder, "Hey, look at your unpromising look. You have to remember that you are eighteen years old this year, not eighty years old!"

Miao Xinran said 'ah', "You, a person without artistic cells, won't understand."

Mo Qingyi pouted dissatisfiedly, "Let's talk about it when I reach 80..."

After a while, Qin Jin Yongcai arrived late.

While saying something apologized, he leaned over Miao Xinran and sat down, "Sorry, I've let everyone wait for a long time."

When everyone arrived, Duanmuzhe called the waiter to serve the food.

The six people ordered a full table of dishes, all of which were not special dishes in Beijing.

At the dining table, Mo Zhixuan kept picking up food into Chu Jin's bowl, but he rarely moved his chopsticks.

Chu Jin would occasionally peel a shrimp for Mo Zhixuan, dip it in garlic and spicy sauce and put it on the plate in front of him.

So Mr. Mo, who never ate spicy food, calmly ate all the shrimps she peeled.

Looking at the interaction between the two, Qin Jinyong frowned slightly.

Brother Jiu really can't continue like this.

In this case, the only one who is hurt the most will be Brother Jiu.

He must cut the mess quickly.

"Zhixuan." It was just that, a gentle sound like water appeared in the air.

Everyone at the table subconsciously looked up and saw that the person who came was a woman about twenty years old, wearing a bright yellow dress with a phoenix tail embroidered at the hem of the skirt. She had a gentle temperament, which was very consistent with the appearance of a woman in the water town of Jiangnan.
To be continued...