"I can't do without you!" Seijuro said viciously, took out a few copper coins from his shoes and handed them to Miki.
"Ah! It stinks!" Miki held the shiny copper coins with two fingers and said in disgust, "Can't you hide in a cleaner place?"
Seijuro grabbed him and left: "Stop dawdling! He's gone, hurry up and untie the master!"
When the two of them stepped forward, they were shocked: the person who was tied up and thrown out was not Du Fei! It was a wealthy businessman from Hakata Town!
Since they often traveled around several towns, they had some friendship with this wealthy businessman. The two quickly untied him and asked about the reason.
It turned out that he had made a lot of money by selling a batch of goods this month. After having a good time, he wanted to have some sex. Encouraged by a fair-weather friend, he plucked up the courage and took more than a thousand guan into the water.
Tea house, but as soon as he stepped inside, he didn't want to come out. He stayed there for three days and three nights in a row, waiting for a woman named Ye Xiangji, but after waiting for three days, he only saw her once! In the end, he spent all he had
I also owed hundreds of dollars of money. I was thrown out because I refused to leave.
But when he heard him talking about Ye Xiangji, he still looked excited: "You don't know that kind of woman! If you take a look at her, you will never have the slightest interest in other women in this life!"
Seijuro and Miki felt itchy at what he said, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses: "No! Even a rich man like him went in naked and came out naked, so the master still has to be stripped of his skin?"
In fact, they all guessed wrong.
Du Fei was enjoying the delicious food inside at this time. His good demeanor and handsome appearance won the favor of many singing girls in the water tea house. They all preconceived that he must be a rich kid from a rich family. They kept trying to please and flatter him.
But although Du Fei has a disinterested attitude towards women, he has been among thousands of flowers after all~~~ He has run a similar place himself, so he is well-informed, so he will put these thick layers on his face.
The fans of the thick powder shell and rouge took it seriously? So they just bowed their heads and drank alone.
The famous wine here has a mellow aroma and is much stronger than the wine on the market. Du Fei likes it very much. He finally found such a wine that tasted so good, and he immediately regarded the prostitutes who took the initiative to chat with them as if they were nothing.
, regardless of his customs and etiquette, he raised his head and made the wine pass through the thick wall. He wanted to taste the artistic conception of drinking wine from his hometown.
When those prostitutes and geishas saw him behaving like this, they naturally didn't want to come over to ask for trouble. But the owner of the tea house, Mrs. Qing, was worried: because according to the rules of the tea house since ancient times, if the guests do not favor any woman, then they will
It means that he is not satisfied with the girls in this house. If word spreads, the reputation of her tea house will plummet!
You little brat! You are quite picky! So she gritted her teeth and invited Du Fei to the room of her number one, Taketori Yakahime, with a smile on her face.
Du Fei saw that this room was much better than the environment outside. The decorated paper doors on both sides were carved with fine patterns, and a huge fan stood in the middle of the room. Behind the huge fan was a small inner room.
Under the bright and dim lights, there seemed to be a woman's silhouette looming in front of his eyes~~
Before he could ask, he heard someone behind the fan playing an unknown musical instrument. The sound was tough and cold, sometimes gorgeous, sometimes gentle, sometimes warm, and sometimes sad.
Du Fei felt as if his whole body had pricked up his ears to listen. This music was not as colorful and colorful as Xiao Hedi from China, but it had a stubborn, weak and unique style with a hint of sadness.
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After listening to a song, he couldn't help shouting: "Okay! What song is this?"
The geisha behind the fan did not answer him, but slowly played another piece of music. This piece of music began to change from the more miserable style, and the sound began to become simple and vigorous. Du Fei listened to the piece of music.
He seemed to feel that he was in a remote, dark and narrow alley. He kept walking forward in the darkness, but the alley seemed to have no end~~ Just when he fell into deep despair and his steps became slow,
The sound of the musical instrument suddenly became a little brighter. It was as if a torch with bright lights was set up for him in the dark and endless alley in the distance~~~ Then he no longer hesitated, mourned and despaired.
.The steps began to become strong and solid again.
Du Fei was walking and suddenly there was a glare in front of his eyes! He woke up from the artistic conception brought to him by the music just now. Only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely and felt like he was suddenly out of the world.
"These two pieces of music, the first is called Deer's Far Sound, and the second is called Void. Sir, if you can listen to them both completely, it shows that you are a very strong person." The woman behind the fan finally spoke, unexpectedly.
What's interesting is that her voice is far less pleasant than her name, which makes people feel a bit stiff and rigid. But for some reason, her stiffness and rigidity make people have a favorable impression of her after listening to her. That kind of
The good impression lingered in Du Fei's heart, and he even had the urge to go to her and talk to her face to face.
"You haven't answered my second question yet, what instrument do you play?" Du Fei stared straight at the blurry figure behind the fan.
"This is called the Shakuhachi~," Taketori Yokohime's voice became a bit softer and coquettish at this time: "It is an instrument that came from the Tang Dynasty (now the Ming Dynasty)~ not many people like it~
It has been introduced to Japan for nearly a thousand years, and only in recent years has anyone paid attention to it. May I ask, sir, where are you from? To be honest, Yokoji usually knows where someone is from when she hears someone talk, but today I can't tell where sir is from.
Come~~"
"Haha~, that's right!" Du Fei felt that he had an involuntary urge to continue to get to know her. The woman behind the fan was like a vixen who knew the man's character well. Every word and every sentence made him understand her.
The man she was chatting with couldn't help but fall in love with her.
But Du Fei deliberately suppressed his impulse. He was not a fool who did things regardless of the consequences. He knew very well that the money in his pocket was not enough to even look at her.
The woman behind the fan saw that Du Fei's willpower was much stronger than that of ordinary people. Seeing that he deliberately refused to talk about his identity with her in a concise manner, she was secretly surprised: What a determined man!
Du Fei is actually feeling bitter: It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you~ I don’t have any money now!
In order to avoid being led by Yokohime, he proactively asked: "Your name is very special~ Taketori Yokohime~~ Does it come from any allusion?"
The woman suddenly chuckled, her voice cold and fragrant: "You must not be Japanese?"