Shanlai Pavilion is located in a small bamboo sea east of Xinyuan. The raised mountain roots are planted with bamboo, forming a rippling green slope on the beach of flowers.

If the Liuxiang Pavilion is the Eyes of the Flower Field, then the Shanxiang Pavilion in front of you is the Eyes of the Bamboo Sea.

Xiaoxiao sat in the bamboo pavilion, and when he looked up, he felt the sun was covered with green. He was depressed and cool. He lowered his head and was a stone road made of ice cracks. The cracks were covered with green moss, which only made people feel cool and cute.

Xiaoxiao Shiqing's shoes are embroidered with small white gourd vines, while Jin Zhonglun's shoes are bronze like the old dusk, without any pattern.

"Brother Zhonglun knows Mr. Weng?" The two sat silently for a long time before Xiaoxiao asked.

"Did you see it?"

"It seems that I am still a very familiar friend." Xiaoxiao didn't know President Jin's circle of friends in his previous life, and now he says this based on intuition alone.

"No, we have been in love for more than ten years," Jin Zhonglun raised his hand and plucked the copper wind chime hanging under the eaves of the pavilion. There was a pleasant sound of dingdong. "He rewritten the script of "Liang Zhu" and he also selected the singers one by one."

Xiaoxiao felt a little uneasy: "What is this Mr. Weng's name?"

"Weng Qinglai, the word "Lu Mo" Jin Zhonglun turned his head and looked at him and smiled, "You care about your cousin."

President Jin is worthy of being a smart person. He sat on the field just now and saw the storm of the wind and clouds clearly.

"Luo Mo?" Xiaoxiao frowned, surprised by some subtle sensitivity in his past and present lives: Luo Mo, the person whom Huanyan had fought for his life to love in his previous life, a niche film director, excited, decadent, talented, but without responsibility.

Luo Mo in his previous life had never been favored by Jinshi Pictures. Perhaps he was so arrogant and not very interested. What happened in this life? Yuan Longchao brought everyone together.

Xiaoxiao has never seen Romer himself, but has occasionally seen his photos in movies and magazines. The years are blurred and I can't remember them clearly. But Huanyan's change for this person can never forget the fat that she has not lost in the past 30 years. She was completely thrown away in just a few months, and she became another person: thin, decadent, cynical, started smoking and drinking, and was keen on various tattoos and tattoos.

He has been a good student for more than 20 years and a white-collar elite for seven or eight years. He suddenly becomes unrecognizable, and it can even be said to be a terrible sight. Xiaoxiao still remembers Zhan Yan's meaningful joke: He misses his life when he sees Luo Mo.

"I don't think they are suitable." Xiaoxiao blurted out.

"I can't get together either." Kim Jong-lun seemed very confident.

For a moment, the girl brought the tea and looked at it with a pot of sky-green light bamboo leaf tea, which matched the scene.

Jin Zhonglun's Changsui poured another cup of green and yellow water for his master, and smiled and curious: "What good things did Brother Zhonglun drink?"

"Pour a glass for Xiaoxiao, too." Jin Zhonglun took a sip with a smile.

Xiaoxiao picked up the cup that had just been poured and took a sip: "The taste is so fresh, it looks a bit like light bamboo leaf tea, but not very similar. What is this?"

"This is the medicine." Jin Zhonglun smiled, "Just because my cough was not cured, my mother asked someone to prepare fresh bamboo to drain water."

Fresh bamboo drainage is the clear liquid that comes from fresh bamboo roasted over fire, which is the essence of bamboo.

"I heard Li Huan talk about it at the luncheon that in the deep mountains of Shu, the water was affected by biogas and became toxic at night. People cut a piece of big bamboo and drank the bamboo water naturally accumulated in the bamboo tube." Jin Zhonglun shared his experience in the luncheon.

"I didn't expect that my second brother would have such a situation in Shu." Xiaoxiao always thought that the young master of the big merchant family would not have to suffer so much. It seemed that he was too naive.

Jin Zhonglun was not willing to talk much about the suffering of doing business, so he changed the topic: "Just just now, I heard a joke from a friend on the mahjong table, which was very interesting."

"Tell me!" Xiaoxiao said with a look. Today, she only told jokes, but she had never heard of them.

"It is said that the boss of the Yuan family, the blue and white porcelain, has personally experienced: Mr. Yuan has always loved birds and has many walnuts at home. Those birds are best at learning language. Once, Mr. Yuan asked one of the walnuts what they do every day..."

Xiaoxiao:...

Has this joke been popular all the rose feast?

Hearing the end, Xiaoxiao still covered her face and laughed tremblingly, giving her face a lot.

"It seems you have heard of it." Jin Zhonglun saw through Xiaoxiao.

"Okay, I actually told this joke to Mr. Yuan." Xiaoxiao rubbed his eyes that were crying. He was too involved in the role just now. "I originally talked about penguins, and Mr. Yuan changed it to wild ducks privately. Who knew that it would become a turtle when it was passed on to Brother Zhonglun."

"penguin?"

"The joke book says it is a kind of glacier... a goose who lives in a solid and honest person, can walk upright, and is very funny." Xiaoxiao never tires about introducing the magical animal of penguins to Lunge.

Mr. Jin’s image is a roast goose hanging in the oven, which is basically in an upright state.

The two talked from penguins to roast goose, from roast goose to roast duck, and then from roast duck to theater food.

"Wen's dinner was used for several theater delicacies. Lihuan said that the dishes in his restaurant were also used for more than a dozen, not to mention the delicacies from other families." Jin Zhonglun's expression was a little curious, "I don't know how unique the Wen's dinner was. These dishes are several times larger than the luncheon. Why can people still eat them at night?"

"Don't worry, there is always a way for every customer to eat what they like the most, and it won't cause waste." Xiaoxiao smiled very confidently.

"Let's wait and see."

"I wonder what the audience of Zhonglun Ge's small show today?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's better than expected," Kim Jong-lun talked about business, his casual eyes suddenly focused, as if he had changed his personal life. "I thought most guests would go to see the dance, but I didn't expect that the stage was still full of people."

"I have never had time to pass by. Have you released the butterflies today?"

"Wen Jiatu did not order the drama "Transforming Butterfly", only ordered "Transferring Medicine" and "Sending Off". After listening to your last suggestion, I arranged crosstalk between the cutscenes, which was quite popular among the guests." Jin Zhonglun took a sip of fresh bamboo and drained it, looking at the lush green color. "It's a pity that I have been staring at the theater and have not seen the wonderful dance today. I only looked at "Overlapping Gold" twice at the beginning of the dance. It is indeed good."

"Brother Zhonglun missed a few dances today, and I'm afraid he'll regret it for the rest of his life." Xiaoxiao slapped the small folding fan of sandalwood in his hand, "That Zhezhi, Hu Xuan, Lingbo, and green waist are all so beautiful!"

"At lunch, I heard people talk about a mountain ghost dance by the girl from the Wen family, but unfortunately I didn't get to see you today."

"Luckily you didn't see it, otherwise the gods would have moved the hearts of the mortals!"

Jin Zhonglun quickly caught the keywords: "Why is it 'lucky'? It's good for people like me to go to blind dates to be moved."

Xiaoxiao slowly explained the reason: "It is said that the third master of the Jin family has always been in love with Miss Xizi. What if the second master is also moved, what would it be? It is not conducive to the stability and unity of the family."

Jin Zhonglun laughed silently for a long time before saying, "I saw the flower basket prepared by my third brother for Miss Wen yesterday."

"Oh?" There was no secret between the two brothers. Xiaoxiao pinched a perilla plum and ate it. He immediately grinned with sourness and squinted his eyes and said, "There are too many roses in the Wen family. If you give it to Miss Wen, it would be better to give some flowers next to you! Water lilies, jasmine, and daylily, are all very good."

"It's all covered with red gold gemstones, held in a basket of purple gold flowers," Jin Zhonglun said expressionlessly, "It doesn't matter what kind of flowers it is made of with these things."

Xiaoxiao: The rich can be willful, but they cannot be so vulgar! Although my sister likes this kind of strength of being thick and thick...

Suddenly I remembered that I participated in a performance training class in my previous life. It lasted only eight months. I even held a small-scale graduation performance as I was about to graduate.

After the performance, I returned to the backstage and was surprised to find that I received two flower baskets: one was given by my mother, full of lilac and white green daisies; the other was given by Brother Zhonglun, pink roses and white lilies, light blue hydrangeas, and Eucalyptus gray-green leaves. It was a very traditional beautiful flower basket.

Although Zhonglunge likes to be independent in business, he is very well-behaved in artistic aesthetics.

If he asked about his favorite movies, he would probably answer "Titanic" except for the masterpieces filmed by Kim's Pictures, and it was not a perfunctory answer.

Xiaoxiao always feels that this choice is too popular, has no personality, and lacks mystery. In the past, Xiaoxiao always feels that people like President Jin should be confused by everyone.

Jin Zhonglun picked up a bamboo leaf and put it to his mouth to blew a wonderful song. The tone was simple, but the melody was distant, and it felt like the mountains were quiet and the days were long.

After blowing the song, he smiled and applauded softly: "Clap your hands means cheering."

"In the future, the guests in the theater applauded and avoided the noise." Jin Zhonglun smiled softly and pinched the bamboo leaves in his hand. "This was what an old man taught me to blow when he went to Dali to find ancient songs."

"It sounds very nice, it's hard to hear such a pure song now." Xiaoxiao said, and suddenly had an idea, "Brother Zhonglun, can I play a song for you too?"

Jin Zhonglun couldn't hide his surprise: "I remember Xiaoxiao didn't love these silk and bamboo strings since she was a child. When I was in Suzhou, you often blew "Little Yellow Oriole" with tears in your eyes. Every time I felt very aggrieved, my aunt did not forcefully teach you the guqin."

"I can't play it yet, I can only play the flute simply." Xiaoxiao took out his little flute from his purse. It was only the width of his palm, and it was very delicate. "I haven't played it for a long time, don't laugh at me."

Xiaoxiao looked at his five-hole flute, transforming the song he wanted to play into a simplified score in his mind, and carefully recalling the location of each flute hole. Music idiot said that it is really difficult to play the flute.

While thinking about it, I suddenly saw someone running over hurriedly: "Master! Boss Zhuge is willing to talk to us!"
Chapter completed!