Chapter 113

Qian Jinbao smiled at Song Rong and said, "sister Song Rong, come down."

Then Qian Jinbao came down and reached out to help Song Rong.

Seeing Qian Jinbao like this, Song Rong secretly said that after Qian Jinbao, he must be a playful child. I don't know how many girls were cheated to be sad. Isn't that what happened in previous lives? How many women in the boudoir are dejected for Qian Jinbao?

Thinking of this, Song Rong had a fever on her face, as if she was one of the girls in the boudoir.

"Sister Song Rong, why are you blushing?" Qian Jinbao's untimely voice came.

Song Rong was a little angry: "why do you ask so many questions? I'll go down myself. I don't need your help."

With that, Song Rong jumped down neatly. When Qian Jinbao saw that Song Rong didn't let himself help, he felt a little lost. He thought silently that sister Song Rong was really strange. Sometimes he was very good to him, but sometimes he couldn't guess what she was thinking.

It seems that it is difficult for him to win the favor of Song Rong's sister... Qian Jinbao is a little depressed when he thinks about it.

However, this mood did not last long, because the two people had reached the door of the ten mile spring breeze. The ten mile spring breeze was not an ordinary drama garden, which was well-known in Suzhou.

However, the epidemic is now happening again. Of course, it is difficult to do business in such a place, but it feels a little deserted in front of the door.

That is, people like Song Rong and Qian Jinbao will come.

The spring breeze is ten miles away in a tree forest. Walking into the tree forest is a row of wooden buildings. Before going inside, you can hear the singing sound. Song Rong is not interested in listening to the play.

She, ah, would rather read more notebooks by herself. She will come here today, but she can't stand Qian Jinbao's soft grind and hard bubble.

Outside the bamboo house, there are several light red lanterns. In the center of the lanterns, there are blue round paper with pictures of Chang'e running to the moon. It is lifelike and adds a bit of elegance to the opera garden.

Song Rong was very interested in the play garden and strode to the bamboo building.

The door of the theater was still open. At the door sat a handsome young man, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a blue costume.

The play garden has not come for a long time, so it will inevitably appear cold and silent. The boy also has some listless.

At the moment, the boy had seen Song Rong and Qian Jinbao get off the carriage. It took him a while to get back to his senses. He directly greeted them. He saw that the people who came were two small people and were not so warm.

"Just you two?" asked the young man in Tsing Yi.

Qian Jinbao said discontentedly, "why? We can't come to the theater? I'm afraid we can't afford money?"

With that, Qian Jinbao threw out a piece of silver naked and said, "reward you!"

When the young man in green got the reward, his attitude suddenly turned a big corner. He smiled and asked, "young master and girl, please come inside quickly."

Qian Jinbao glanced at Song Rong, stood there and motioned Song Rong to go first.

Song Rong scoffed at Qian Jinbao's rich and generous appearance, but she thought again that there was nothing wrong with Qian Jinbao. She thought that Qian Jinbao was depressed these days. It was not easy to come out. Where would she be restrained?

Song Rong is also relieved of Qian Jinbao. This boy looks like a fool with a lot of money. In fact, there are many bends in his intestines, which is not so easy to deceive. He is willing to give it. If he is not willing, others really can't deceive the money out of his hands.

Inside, a rockery partition came in front of you. When you walked around, you saw the green vegetation and several summer flowers in the back.

In the center of the garden, there is a stage, which is wrapped in bright red flannelette. At this time, there are no guests in the yard, only a few people are practicing.

Song Rong is the first time to come to such a place. She feels very novel.

Compared with Song Rong, Qian Jinbao would seem more familiar. He smiled and took Song Rong inside and said, "this is the place to sing for distinguished guests."

Seeing Qian Jinbao like this, Song Rong felt more and more that he would become a dandy when Qian Jinbao grew up.

But fortunately, the place where Qian Jinbao brought her is only a theater team, not a place of fireworks. Otherwise, she must persuade Qian Jinbao from an early age!

Inside is a two-story building. Qian Jinbao directly took song rongmai in.

"You two, I don't know what kind of play you want to hear?" the little boy asked with a smile.

At the usual time, only when the whole scene is contracted can we have the opportunity to order a play, but now it's different. Now no one comes to the play, so we can't let anyone come. Everyone's voice is itchy. Usually, everyone is unwilling to sing. Singing too much will be tired, but now, everyone is crowded forward and wants to sing!

It's easy to offend anyone to sing. It's better to let the guests order. In this way, the guests are satisfied and everyone is satisfied. It's an idea of having the best of both worlds.

Qian Jinbao smiled and asked, "sister Rong, do you have anything you want to hear?" this came out. Knowing that Song Rong didn't want anyone to know her true identity, Qian Jinbao arbitrarily removed the song character and left only one Rong character. In this way, the title is more intimate.

Song Rong said, "feel free. Come on."

She just came to see the excitement. Where is there any favorite play.

"Then sing magpie bridge fairy and Peony Pavilion." Qian Jinbao said. Speaking of this, he pretended to be elegant and sighed: "I'm with a beauty like sister Rong. Of course I want to listen to such a play."

Song Rong's face was slightly black and ignored Qian Jinbao.

Seeing Qian Jinbao saying this, the young man in blue smiled and said, "wait a minute, I'll arrange it for you."

Song Rong suddenly said, "wait."

"I don't know what the girl has to say?" the young man asked enthusiastically.

"Do you have one called Fengyi? Let him come out and sing something for me." Song Rong said with a smile.

The young man was slightly stunned and said, "we have a man named Fengyi here, but..." speaking of this, the young man hesitated and wondered. Then he looked at Song Rong and asked, "where do you know, girl? We have a man named Fengyi?"

Song Rong was slightly stunned: "shouldn't I know?" is there anything else to say about Fengyi?