The sun plate is hanging high.

As the largest fireworks place in Hongshui City, Yichun Tower is in a hurry to pass by, but the number of people who stop at night is not as high as that.

In a room inside the building, two women were sitting on a stool. Amidst laughter, they were preparing to dress up in front of the bronze mirror.

A woman had shallow eyebrows and fair skin. She was wearing a moon-white long dress and drooped to the ground. When her smile showed her, her elegant and gentle temperament came directly to her face, which was touching.

Although the other woman did not have her stunning appearance and was not as beautiful as her moon-white long skirt, she had delicate facial features and was considered beautiful and charming. Especially her eyes were bright and charming, and in the blink of an eye, she showed a hint of playfulness and cuteness.

Suddenly, the woman in plain clothes stretched out her hands with a smile, and stared at the bulging breasts of the woman in the moon white dress with malicious intentions, deliberately making a very obsessive look.

"Sister Yuanyuan, you have such a good figure!"

When she heard this, the woman she called her round cheeks blushed slightly, and she smiled and said angrily: "Xiaoya, don't tease me again!"

Xiaoya looked at the red clouds rising from the woman's face in front of her and raised the corners of her mouth. Then, she danced playfully with her claw-shaped hands, her knuckles constantly stretched and bent, as if she wanted to "a hungry tiger pounce on her food".

Seeing this, Yuanyuan's face unknowingly raised several red clouds again. She smiled and stretched out her hand and knocked Xiaoya on the head: "Stop messing around, it's time for us to dress up!"

Xiaoya smiled and then reluctantly moved her eyes to her round chest and prepared to dress up.

As soon as she picked up the fat, she widened her eyes and looked at a jewelry in the Yuanyuan box with great envy: "Sister Yuanyuan, this colorful phoenix-shaped pearl hairpin is so beautiful!"

This hairpin lay quietly in the box like other jewelry, but looking at its brand new look, this exquisite pearl hairpin seemed to have never been worn by Yuanyuan.

Listening to Xiaoya's scream, Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and looked at the pearl hairpin in the box, recalling: "I remember it seems to be given by Mr. Zhao."

Xiaoya looked at this exquisite jewelry and thoughtful.

As Yuanyuan’s best friend in Yichun Tower, she naturally knew that Yuanyuan would not care much about the various exquisite gifts given by other rich young masters. And there was only a piano player named Zhan'an, who would be very happy no matter what he gave.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

A knock on the door sounded.

The two of them turned their heads subconsciously and shouted to come in.

Then, a young man with elegant temperament and handsome face walked in, carrying a few boxes of osmanthus cakes in his hand.

As soon as he entered the door, he smiled and greeted Yuanyuan. Then he noticed that there was a Xiaoya beside Yuanyuan, so he turned his head and smiled at her.

Seeing this, Xiaoya pouted and deliberately pretended to be very dissatisfied: "Okay, Zhan An! I just say hello to Sister Yuanyuan, but I don't say hello to me!"

The visitor is naturally the piano master Zhan'an.

Because Zhan'an often comes here to find Yuanyuan, and Xiaoya is Yuanyuan's best friend in Yichun Tower, the two of them naturally get along very well.

Feeling Xiaoya's dissatisfaction, Zhan An smiled and raised the osmanthus cake in his hand and walked over: "Haha, don't be angry now! It's time to choose a courtesan. Don't be busy preparing and have no time to have snacks. The osmanthus cake from Tongfu Inn!"

Looking at these osmanthus cakes, Xiaoya's eyes lit up, she took them happily and placed them on the round table.

The osmanthus cake at Tongfu Inn is made of glutinous rice, honey, and osmanthus. It is moisturized and soft, has a rich cinnamon fragrance, and is more beneficial to qi and nourish the essence, nourish yin and calm the mind, and is naturally favored by brothel women.

"Young Master Zhan has spent money."

Yuanyuan smiled and stood up and gave a small gift.

Some are different.

Zhan An's eyes were complicated and he sighed: "Yuanyuan, we have known each other for so long. Do you still have to be so unfamiliar with me?"

Zhan An's expression was very frustrated, but Yuanyuan still had a "template-style" smile: "So, Mr. Zhan hopes that the little girl calls you why?"

Upon hearing this, Zhan An lowered his eyes and chin, shook his head repeatedly, and his inner words confessed without reservation:

"Young Master Zhan, Mr. Zhan, Yuanyuan, I am very happy even if you call me Zhan An! Why have you always called me Mr. Zhan unfamiliarly? Is it similar to other guests in your eyes?"

Feeling the atmosphere in the room becoming more and more serious, Xiaoya blinked and laughed dryly. After saying hello, she tactfully pushed open the door and planned to leave here and return to her room.

Yuanyuan didn't seem to want to continue this topic, so she directly spoke to change the topic: "Mr. Zhan, is there anything you have to do with me today?"

Zhan An stared at her deeply. After a long time, the unwilling words in his heart finally turned into a long sigh.

After pondering for a while, he spoke, "Mr. Li told me that a big man is coming to Hongshui City soon. At that time, Mr. Li will invite him to have a meal in the restaurant, so I want to come over to play a few songs and practice in advance to find the feeling."

Yuanyuan is as proficient in music as Zhan An, and the two met because of the guqin. Zhan An learned that the guest who was highly valued by Mr. Li was about to arrive in Hongshui City, so he wanted to find Yuanyuan in advance to play the guitar together and find the feel of it.

As for whether he came to "find a feeling" or to see her, we don't know.

Yuanyuan thought for a while, and finally pursed her red lips, nodded, and turned around and walked towards several guqins in the room.

"Prince Zhan, please."

For a moment, the sound of the running water sounded in the room.

They are sometimes slow and sometimes rapid, and the sound of the piano is constantly lingering, just like the autumn wind swaying on the leaves, harmonious but not abrupt, casual but not charming

On the same floor, Xiaoya is staying in her room.

She faced the bronze mirror and smashed her mouth, feeling a little annoyed that she hadn't eaten a piece of osmanthus cake before the two of them quarreled. When she heard the sound of the piano coming from Yuanyuan's room, she put down the rouge box in her hand, turned her head and looked in that direction, thinking.

Xiaoya also has her own sweetheart.

During the days when Zhan An pursued Yuanyuan, she could see that Zhan An did not make any false love for Yuanyuan. What made her regret was that Yuanyuan never gave him a clear answer in the face of Zhan An's explicit emotional expression.

"Don't worry, you two should cultivate your relationship slowly first." A few words were murmured, and Xiaoya turned her head and continued to dress up.

After a few songs, Zhan An left.

Xiaoya leaned out of the door, looked around, and after a while, she walked into Yuanyuan's room.

"So, you two didn't start arguing?"

The round eyelids slightly closed, and his eyes looked at the direction of the door melancholy, as if Zhan An's back was still at the door: "No"

Feeling the melancholy of the good sister, Xiaoya shook her head helplessly: "Zhan'an is interested in you, and you are also interested in him, so why do you never express your feelings?"

Yuanyuan's eyes are complicated and she doesn't say a word.

Xiaoya sighed lightly, looking around and trying to change the topic. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and unexpectedly found that the osmanthus cakes on the Yuanyuan table had not been passive. The foodie was overjoyed: "Forget it, Sister Yuanyuan, let's eat osmanthus cake first! Don't think about these things!"

"Um"

Afterwards, the two started to eat the osmanthus cake sent by Zhan'an.

Xiaoya looked at the absent-minded Yuanyuan and said vaguely: "Sister Yuanyuan, what do you think of things like love?"

When he heard this, Yuanyuan's body was shocked!

She subconsciously put down the osmanthus cake in her hand and stared at the exquisite dessert sent by Zhan An, with her eyes dim.

The beautiful woman seemed to want to say something, and moved her mouth slightly, but no sound came out. Then, her red lips closed tightly again, looking like she wanted to speak but stopped.

After the expression changed, the sad expression gradually dissipated. The corners of her mouth raised and she finally smiled helplessly:

"love?

We firework women are like the birds in the cage, and everyone can watch them and cannot be free.

How dare I, who is so humble, seek something like love?

I dare not think about love, nor dare to look for it."

Xiaoya frowned and swallowed the food in her mouth, and suddenly realized it in her heart.

No wonder Sister Yuanyuan never expressed her feelings!

"Hey, Sister Yuanyuan! Don't think so. You know, we young men are selling their skills but not their own! Why can't we pursue our own love?"

Listening to Xiaoya's words, Yuanyuan still shook her head in a daze. Seeing that Yuanyuan was still unable to figure it out, Xiaoya's inner anxiety suddenly became vigorous again.

"Sister Yuanyuan, look at me!"

Xiaoya suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Yuanyuan's shoulders. Yuanyuan immediately looked at Xiaoya with blank eyes.

"Since I parted with him, my makeup has never changed because, this makeup is his favorite!" Xiaoya's emotions became more and more excited, and her voice became louder unconsciously, hoping that Yuanyuan would have the courage to face her inner emotions.

Yuanyuan was stunned. She naturally knew who Xiaoya was referring to.

That was a scholar who took the exam.

Three years ago, he met Xiaoya and got along with each other. However, the beautiful scenery was in a hurry and they were separated.

“I have always believed that even though we are brothel women, we still have the right to love!

Because he liked my makeup, I never changed my makeup in three years!

I just hope to come to Hongshuicheng to find him,

First glance,

You can see my most beautiful appearance!"

Feeling Xiaoya's firmness, her round body shook slightly, and the fog in her eyes seemed to have dissipation. Seeing this, a hint of joy flashed in Xiaoya's eyes, she spoke again, and struck while the iron was hot.

"What kind of gold, silver, jewelry, and brocade clothes and satin are in my eyes. These things are not even worthy of carrying shoes for love!

So Sister Yuanyuan, you really don’t have any concerns about your identity. Since you also like him, you should express it boldly and don’t be afraid!

all in all

Sister Yuanyuan, you have to believe in love!”

As the words were finished, the carefree girl had tiny beads of sweat oozing out of her forehead and her expression was a little nervous. Finally, after discovering that Yuanyuan's eyes had become firm, she breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

Yuanyuan seemed to have figured it out, she stared at Xiaoya in front of her and sighed deeply:

"Thank you Xiaoya, I will think about it again."

"Ha, that's good!"

Seeing that his "view of love" seemed to be able to enlighten the confused Yuanyuan, Xiaoya suddenly opened her mouth and was very happy.

She stretched out her hand, picked up the osmanthus cake and took a bite. Her eyes were dazed, as if she was thinking about something, and a happy smile appeared directly on her face, like a white flower blooming in this Yichun Tower.

A gentle murmur.

“It’s so sweet”

Yuanyuan was stunned and laughed, too beautiful. She also reached out to pick up a piece of osmanthus cake, took a bite, and nodded to express her approval.

"yes"
Chapter completed!