"They are all girls! Singing and dancing are all about showing beauty..." Jiang Xingchen felt his heart move when he heard this. Although he didn't know much about music and dance, he also knew that the essence of singing and dancing is to express emotions. In this aspect, both men and women are
Same.
"Remind Sister Wanrou later, maybe it will help!" Jiang Xingchen thought to himself, and put this thought aside for the time being.
Later, at Jiang Xingchen's signal, Qian Feng and the two drove the carriage to a pawn shop.
"I was so busy in the past period that I didn't even have time to redeem the jade pendant for Meier... Is it this pawn shop?" Jiang Xingchen said to Meier with a smile.
"Yes!" The little girl nodded vigorously, with a smile on her face. She bit her lower lip tightly to control her emotions.
Since noon today, her body and mind have been immersed in joy. First, she was comforted by her brother, then he received a title, and then he changed his name because he liked stars (she thought so), and even took her to watch
Song and dance performances, and now she redeems herself with a jade medal... Surprises one after another, like waves constantly hitting the little girl's heart, causing her emotions to accumulate. At this moment, she really wants to laugh out loud and throw away this wave of emotions.
The joy is completely released.
However, outside like at home, she couldn't play around with her brother as much as she wanted, so she could only suppress him by force.
The process of redeeming the jade token went smoothly. The two hundred yellow crystal coins were thrown over directly. The shopkeeper ran out from the high counter with the jade pendant in his hand, holding it in both hands and handed it to Jiang Xingchen.
What surprised Jiang Xingchen was that Meier's jade pendant was actually pink. There had never been such jade on the earth.
"Mei'er! It's March 10th, the 341st year of the Great Moon King's Calendar!" This is the handwriting engraved on the jade pendant.
"Da Yue Wang Calendar, Mei'er is not from the Qiankun Empire... Also, the Qiankun Empire has strict identity management, and there is basically no possibility of a native being sold into slavery unless voluntary... It's just a bit strange, if Meier is being sold
Yes, how come you still have something as valuable as a jade pendant left on your body..."
Although he was a little confused, Jiang Xingchen didn't take it too seriously. Anyway, the little girl was his sister. He just didn't use her as a slave, no matter what her reason was. After thinking about it, Jiang Xingchen handed the jade pendant back to Mei'er.
.
"The 341st year of the Great Moon King's calendar is the 220th year of the Qiankun calendar!" Mei'er stretched out her hand to take the jade pendant and explained.
"I know, you are thirteen years old this year, you figured it out immediately!" Jiang Xingchen smiled and rubbed the little girl's head, and said: "March 10th is Meier's birthday, brother, remember it!"
"Yes!" The little girl nodded and said happily: "Brother's birthday is June 30th, and Mei'er has always remembered it!"
When I got home, it was already dark. Jiang Xingchen bought two pieces of suet from the market and made scallion pancakes at night.
The sound of sizzling oil, mixed with the rich aroma of green onions, wafted all over the yard.
But Meier didn't show any interest in food this time. She just held a jade pendant in one hand and held her brother's temporary identity card tightly in the other hand. She sat there in trance, showing a silly smile from time to time...
"Girl! Stop being silly, wash your hands and eat!" After baking the scallion pancakes, Jiang Xingchen cut the pancakes into corners with a knife, cooked another pot of rice porridge, and then called Meier.
"Ah...oh! It's time to eat!" The little girl woke up with a start, put away the two brands, then shrugged her little nose and exclaimed: "It smells so good!"
As she spoke, the little girl quickly fetched water and washed her hands, then filled up the porridge, set out her chopsticks, and prepared to eat with her brother!
But just when Jiang Xingchen picked up a corner of the cake and before it was put into his mouth, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"I'll go~" Jiang Xingchen was so depressed that he wanted to howl. Why did someone come to the door every time he was preparing to eat? He now seriously doubted whether his friends had calculated it and deliberately rushed to eat.
Eat here.
"I'll open the door!" Meier put down her chopsticks and prepared to stand up.
"Stop moving and eat quickly. You must be hungry after running outside all afternoon!" Jiang Xingchen called to Mei'er and turned around to leave the house.
Opening the courtyard door, Mo Hongxian ran in fiercely! What surprised Jiang Xingchen was that she didn't pay attention to the aroma of scallion pancakes in the courtyard, and came directly over to grab her arm.
"Come with me quickly, Wanrou doesn't want to eat anymore!" With that said, she grabbed Jiang Xingchen and started to walk out!
"Ah!" Jiang Xingchen frowned. He saw that Wanrou was fine this morning, so why didn't he want to eat again?
At this time, he already knew that Mo Hongxian was looking for him to cook for Wanrou. After all, Chef Furongzhai's skills were not as good as his own.
"Sister Hongxian, wait a minute, it's so late, my sister..."
"It's okay. The second brother will come later. As long as he's watching, everything will be fine!"
"Mei'er, brother has to go out for something urgent. He'll be back soon!" Jiang Xingchen greeted loudly before following Mo Hongxian out of the yard.
Mei'er in the room heard her brother's shout, put down her chopsticks and walked out, looked at the door, returned to the house, put away the cakes and porridge, put them back in the kitchen, then sat quietly on the bed with her baby in her arms, her eyes slow.
Slowly, a silly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...
Jiang Xingchen did not expect that he would leave Dingbeihou Mansion at noon and come back in the evening. Moreover, Wanrou, who was fine at noon, now looked sick and pale.
Dingbei Hou had a look of anxiety on his rough face. He was pacing back and forth in the room. Zhao Zixiang had already arrived. The result he gave was that there was nothing wrong with Wanrou's body, but she was just a little weak. She must have been exhausted mentally and physically for the past few days. She must have more time.
Eat meat to supplement, and pay attention to rest.
But now, Wanrou actually had no appetite again. She was just frowning and thinking, still thinking about the arrangement of the song and dance.
Several times, Marquis Dingbei wanted to stop Wanrou from continuing her singing and dancing performance. But when he thought of what his daughter said that night, he didn't want to destroy his daughter's dream.
"I hope this kid can find a way. No matter what, we have to let Wanrou eat first!" Dingbeihou muttered, glanced at the back room, and sat down on the chair.
In the back room, Mo Hongxian was praising Jiang Xingchen's dumplings with Wanrou for how delicious they were.
"Wanrou, let my little brother cook you a meal later. The taste is absolutely amazing. I ate two heads of garlic last night..."
Jiang Xingchen's eyes twitched as he listened: "Does the delicious taste of dumplings have anything to do with you eating two heads of garlic? Also, when you coaxed Sister Wanrou, did you die if you didn't talk to me, and then called me?
Little brother..."
Wanrou smiled when she heard this, gave Mo Hongxian a light slap, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm just not hungry yet! I'll eat naturally when I'm hungry!"
"You're not hungry yet. The Marquis said you ate a little in the morning, but you still haven't eaten anything until now!" Mo Hongxian said angrily.
At this time, Jiang Xingchen spoke on the side: "Sister Wanrou has something on her mind, so she doesn't want to eat! Once she lets go of her worries, she will feel hungry immediately!"
"Oh?" Mo Hongxian frowned and asked, "Wanrou, is it still because of singing and dancing rehearsals?"
"Yeah!" Wanrou nodded, her mood extremely low: "I always feel dissatisfied. The results of the current rehearsal are simply not qualified for the New Year's song and dance performance."
Mo Hongxian straightened her eyes and looked at Jiang Xingchen for help. She knew nothing about singing and dancing.
Jiang Xingchen pondered for a moment, organized his words, and asked in a low voice: "Sister Wanrou! Why are there no men in all the song and dance troupes?"
"Huh?" Wanrou raised her eyebrows, turned to look at Jiang Xingchen, and said in surprise: "The main thing about singing and dancing is beauty. Do you think there is beauty when a man dances?"
"Sister Wanrou, if we only focus on the aspect of beauty, then the development of dance music will come to an end." Jiang Xingchen smiled.
"What should I say?" Wanrou immediately became interested as soon as she talked about singing and dancing.
"A white-haired old man was seriously ill, but for the sake of his grandson, he still worked hard to earn money every day until he died of exhaustion... An ugly man left his last sip of water to the girl he loved in the desert.
...The soldiers of our empire fight on the front line for the country, and may end up disabled...Compared with ordinary dance music that expresses beauty, Sister Wanrou thinks that this situation is more relatable to people!"
Wanrou seemed to be struck by lightning, her body trembled, her eyes instantly brightened, and she murmured: "You are talking about human emotions..."
Jiang Xingchen continued: "It is human instinct to pursue beautiful things! But the feelings of the soul are even more profound. Everyone will experience many unforgettable things in the process of growing up, innocence, passion, wildness,
Joy, sadness...if your dance music can touch their emotions..."
"I understand!" Wanrou suddenly slapped the table and stood up, her eyes shining and a smile on her face.
Before Jiang Xingchen finished speaking, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw Wanrou's look. He knew very little about music, and the enigmatic words just now seemed to him to be obscure and ambiguous... But just like that, Wanrou actually
Understood.
"One click is enough. Sister Wanrou is simply a musical genius!" Jiang Xingchen nodded, making this conclusion in his heart.
Mo Hongxian looked confused and asked, "Wanrou, what do you understand?" She didn't understand Jiang Xingchen's words just now at all.
Wanrou chuckled and said, "I just realized now that my little brother is the real dance genius. Instead of thinking about it myself, I might as well ask him to help me!"
"Ouch!" Jiang Xingchen stumbled and almost fell to the ground, wailing in his heart: "Sister Wanrou, this is what you said..."
Jiang Xingchen felt that he was a little trapped in a cocoon, but now it was difficult to refuse. He was pretending too much just now, and his air of superiority was too deceiving. The result was that if he refused, he would be worried about Mo Hongxian.
Violent bitches will kill themselves.
Wanrou was happy and ate too. What she ate was the dumplings made by Jiang Xingchen and two cloves of garlic. Jiang Xingchen's mouth twitched and she thought to herself: "If you are not a family, you will not enter the same family!"
The Marquis was also happy. He opened his cheeks and ate while shouting that it was not enough and asked Jiang Xingchen to make more.
Mo Hongxian was also happy, and slapped Jiang Xingchen so hard that he grinned.
The only one who was depressed was Jiang Xingchen. Not only did he take over the task that Wanrou had been thinking about for a long time, but he also had to make dumplings to serve three foodies...
After working until late at night, Jiang Xingchen returned home with a depressed look.
But the moment he walked in, Jiang Xingchen smelled the aroma of scallion pancakes, and a warmth suddenly rose in his heart, and the depression just now was temporarily put aside!