Tibetan Sea Pearl

In the light, the fourth floor looked even more gloomy and gloomy, as if dust had fallen, covered with a veil of mystery.

On the soft couch in the room on the fourth floor, a young man was lying on his side. The table next to him was filled with all kinds of melon and fruit snacks, and the table was full.

The young man reached out to eat the fragrant pear from the fruit plate, perhaps it was too quiet, there was no other person in the room, he bit it down with a bang, and there was a loud crisp sound, which startled him.

"When will Parrot come?" thought the young man, who was almost falling asleep waiting.

Impatiently, the young man took another bite of the fruit.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house.

A young man in his early twenties, with a handsome face and dressed in brocade robes, opened the door and entered.

"Brother Parrot, you are finally here." The young man threw the half-eaten fruit on the ground and stood up.

Parrot seemed to come in a hurry, with hurried steps and panting on his face.

"There are too many guests today." He calmed down and explained to others.

The young man pulled Brother Parrot to sit down on the soft couch, "You just take care of your uncle, you don't need to greet many things in person, why are you doing so hard?"

Parrot laughed, "Young Master Wu, you don't understand such a big Yuejiang Tower."

Mr. Wu laughed even louder, "I don't understand, I am the only person who understands you best in the world."

After finishing speaking, he leaned to the side, close to Brother Parrot.

Brother Parrot seemed to be hugged by his hands, and his face became flushed, "Business matters, if you don't understand it, you don't understand it."

Mr. Wu didn't care about him, put his face against Parrot's back, sniffed Parrot's long hair scattered on his shoulders, "What's the smell?"

Brother Parrot smiled again, his tone was a little arrogant, but also a little coquettish, "You don't know, I asked my servants to put some dried flower petals in the charcoal basin, and dry the hair with dried flower petals."

It's no wonder that there is a nice floral fragrance in the hair.

Mr. Wu did not speak, closed his eyes, and smelled his hair carefully, as if intoxicated.

He stretched out his hand to wrap a strand of hair around his fingers, and tied it on his rough face. The sharp sting of the hair stimulated his face and his heart.

Mr. Wu seems to have this habit and likes to do it very much.

Brother Parrot didn't interrupt him, he was talking to someone, "There are a lot of people coming during this time, so don't come too often."

Mr. Wu suddenly stopped, "What are you worried about, we didn't do anything."

The tone of the person behind him became a little stiff, Brother Parrot knew he was angry.

"It's never good to be seen."

Mr. Wu said, "Isn't there still Yang Silang who is a scapegoat?"

Brother Parrot thought of that poor nerd, and tried to persuade him, "Don't be too ruthless, if you beat someone to death, no one will take the blame for you."

"I didn't beat him up last time, it's a good deal for him." Mr. Wu said bad words, and the expression on his face became ferocious.

"Is that Yang Silang stupid? You don't like him so much and drive him away, yet he still stays at your house." Brother Parrot didn't understand.

Hearing that Parrot said Yang Silang was stupid, Mr. Wu felt very happy and laughed, "Scholar, as long as he can read, he can do any crazy thing, what kind of head hangs a beam to pierce his ass, chisels the wall to excuse light, which one is not a scholar Do it."

Parrot nodded meekly, "No wonder, I wanted to stay at your house to study." Having said this, he paused, as if he remembered something.

"It's said that you get the moon first if you are close to the water. Why don't you study with your father?"

Not only does Mr. Wu, who is close to the water, not pick the moon, but he also hates scholars in his heart.

"I hate scholars the most." Mr. Wu gritted his teeth and said sharply.

Brother Ying knew what he hated, and it was because of his studies that the Wu family produced two great Confucian scholars, who became famous, and the Yang family's life-saving grace at the beginning became very important, and was magnified by the world without limit.

Without the nurturing and training of the Yang family, there would be no success of the Wu family.

"The kindness of nurturing and the kindness of saving lives are bullshit." Mr. Wu was angry, and pushed the parrot away, "Everyone in the world was deceived by the Yang family. Grandfather Wu was a long-term worker in the Yang family."

When it comes to the grievances between the two families, no matter when, it can always arouse the anger in Mr. Wu's heart.

No one can tell the past grievances.

This is a bad topic, Brother Parrot didn't want to get entangled any longer, and stood up, "Okay, let's not talk about the past."

Seeing that Parrot was about to leave, Mr. Wu reluctantly held his hand, "Stay with me for a while."

Parrot pushed his hand away, "I really have to go, there are too many guests, it is easy to cause trouble, and uncle is not here." After taking two steps, he looked back, "You are sitting here alone, what do you eat? You can drink anything here, if you want to leave, go through the back door."

After a while, Mr. Wu was already lazily lying back on the soft couch, as if he was in his own home, with a relaxed expression on his face, "I know, you have climbing ladders."

Parrot smiled at the man, and pushed the door open with confidence.

There is indeed a climbing ladder in the Yuejiang Building. When the house was built, for the privacy and convenience of the owner, instead of sharing the same stairs with the guests below, an additional passage was built from the first floor.

The passage looks soaring, straight into the clouds.

Mr. Wu didn't want to go back, he ate and drank here, he was as happy as a god, and when he went back to face a group of nerds, he felt panicked thinking about it.

……

The happy people are not only Wu Gongzi, but also others.

Under the feet, in the downstairs room, three old men gathered together.

"Throughout the ages, if you want to talk about grandeur, it must be Cao Mengde." An old man with a white beard sang a poem, "Singing to wine, how much life is! Like the dew in the morning, the past is bitter. Generosity should be generous and worry Unforgettable. How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang..."

Another old man echoed the poetry, sat down, sat on the futon, and poured wine into the bowl, "Cao Mengde's poems are grand, but "Duan Ge Xing" is nothing, my favorite is "Viewing sea"."

To the east is the Jieshi to view the sea.

Just thinking about it makes one's heart flutter.

The wine was like flowing water, overflowing from the bowl to the table, the old man didn't care at all, at this moment his mind was as wide as the sea, so he didn't need to care about it.

The sound of ding ding dong dong sounded along with the singing of the old people. Musical instruments are not allowed here, but at this time there are suitable music to add to the fun.

The two old men stopped.

It turned out to be the youngest one among them, sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a chopstick in one hand, jingling the dishes on the table, the sound was clear and clear, like the gurgling of spring water.

The old man closed his eyes slightly, his expression was amused, he was Mr. Staff.

The two old men looked at each other and sang along with the music of Mr. Staff.

It’s been a long time since I’ve indulged myself and played wantonly. Who said that being old is useless? The old people feel that they have returned to the time when they were young. Youth and youth, who hasn’t.

……

At this time, in the exquisitely furnished room next door, the man sitting on the seat pouring wine frowned.

"What's the matter? Why is the neighbor so noisy?"

The middle-aged man who was drinking in the front seat put down his glass, "Maybe a group of people gathered together to recite poems and compose Fu."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the man opposite, "Let's drink ours."

It means let him leave it alone.

"Listen to Manager Zhang." The man poured the wine and drank it himself.

He doesn't have to take care of everything, he can't take care of the affairs of the world.