And I am a little luckier than him, to be Tang Hengning's son, just like you have a great father like Chairman Xiao."
A eloquent talk, a eloquent talk, a river of eloquence, and in an instant, one can be seen as superior or inferior.
Everyone was eating, drinking, and talking about the wonderful things. Mr. Xiao said again: "This 'Qingfeng Mingyue Tower' has a long history.
I heard that there used to be a singer here who played the pipa very well, so the name of this building is also the song she talked about.
Why don't we be elegant and invite the pipa girl from the 'Qingfeng Mingyue Tower' to play a song for us to add to the fun."
Mr. Lin said: "I should have invited you a long time ago, so he clapped his hands, and the screen in front of him was moved away. Suddenly, it became clear.
I saw a woman wearing an ancient skirt, half-hiding her face with a pipa in her hands. In this antique attic, she was otherworldly and unstained by fireworks. Behind her was the infinite scenery of Haicheng.
Under the eaves of the attic, a red light echoes the countless sea lanterns on the sea.
The tall buildings on both sides of the Taiwan Strait faced each other, and thousands of lights were on. In this beautiful night scene, the banquet instantly became more stylish.
The sound of the pipa brings with it an artistic conception, and the music played is cheerful and clear, sometimes as graceful as the wind, sometimes as tender as water.
Everyone couldn't help but be attracted by the sound of the pipa, and the tension just now was gone, and they felt like "the boats in the east and west are silent, only the white moon in autumn is seen in the middle of the river".
Yun Che’s chopsticks landed on the dinner plate of “Broken Wind Fish” and he said: “Seeing this crucian carp, I couldn’t help but think of how spiny crucian carp is, and then I couldn’t help but think of the three hates in life.
I hated that the begonias had no fragrance, I hated that the crucian carp was prickly, and I hated that the Red Mansion was not finished, so I thought of Zhang Ailing again."
His words once again pulled everyone's attraction away from the sound of the pipa.
He said with a smile: "When I think of this picture of Ailing, I don't understand. What kind of ecstasy did Hu Lancheng give to Zhang Ailing?"
How could such a talented and beautiful woman love him so much that she was abandoned by him in the end?
Let such a woman write for him, "When she met him, she became very low, as low as the dust, but she was happy in her heart, and flowers bloomed from the dust."
His eyes naturally fell on Han Yichen, and then I realized that this Pipa was just a smoke bomb to make people relax their vigilance, and the highlight of the banquet had not yet begun.
And I see that Han Yichen has organized the three armies and is about to be exhausted from fighting.
I don’t know if Yun Che is a little drunk or what?
He asked Han Yichen: "I have never been married, let alone divorced. Everyone here, the only man who has been married and divorced is you, Dong Han.
See if you, someone who has been there, can explain to me what Hu Lancheng thinks?"
I quite feel that Yun Che went a little too far. He not only compared Han Yichen to the heartless Hu Lancheng, but also compared me to the humble-loving Zhang Ailing.
But to others, this doesn't seem to mean anything? Because he didn't target Han Yichen, he targeted the two of us?
It makes me want to know how Han Yichen would answer this question?
I would like to know his evaluation of the breakup of Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng, so as to understand how he views our past marriage?
Han Yichen probably ate some food, listened to a group of pipa players, and regained his consciousness a little.
He thought about it and said: "This may be most appropriate to answer with a famous saying of Zhang Ailing.
Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two.
Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one remains "the bright moonlight in front of the bed";
Married to a white rose, the white one is like a rice stick on the clothes, and the red one is like a cinnabar mole on the heart.
Red roses and white roses, what you can’t get is always the most beautiful.”
Yun Che laughed after hearing this and said, "As expected of someone with experience, he has indeed figured out this kind of man's mentality."
I had known that this was a difficult question and that no matter how I answered it, it would be wrong.
I couldn't help but sweat for Han Yichen, but he was calmer than me.
"Since we are talking about Zhang Ailing, I also have a little question to ask Mr. Yun. I wonder if Mr. Yun has watched Zhang Ailing's "Half Life"?"
Yun Che said: "This is natural."
"I wonder what you think after watching it?"
Yun Che thought about it and said with great regret: "The sorrow among sorrows is lamenting that lovers cannot become dependents, regretting that the people who love each other are far away from each other, mourning that we meet again after half a lifetime, but the world has changed."
Han Yichen said: "Isn't life like this? The so-called love is just an experience in life. In the end, the person you spend your whole life with may not be the person you love most.
Just like the shoes you wear on your feet, they are always the most suitable, not the most beautiful.
Zhang Ailing will never regret loving Hu Lancheng, and Hu Lancheng will never forget that he loved Zhang Ailing.
Otherwise, he would not have said, "Nothing in heaven or earth compares to how I treat you. If I choose, not only will I be wronged by you, I will also be sorry for Xiao Zhou."
If you choose, you don't choose, if you don't choose, you choose. In my opinion, Hu Lancheng is not good at all, but there must be something good. Otherwise, why would Zhang Ailing love him?"
He glanced at me when he said this, and I didn't know what he meant by "if you choose, you don't choose, if you don't choose, you choose".
He lamented: "Throughout the ages, stories about talented men and beautiful women have been most popular.
Therefore, when future generations talk about Hu Lancheng, they only know how he abandoned Zhang Ailing and how he failed to live up to his promise of "peaceful years and a stable life" when he got married.
But no one remembers that Hu Lancheng was once a well-known talent. Only in this way can he attract Zhang Ailing and make Zhang Ailing admire and worship him, thus giving rise to endless love.
The misfortune of their marriage is Zhang Ailing's misfortune, not necessarily Hu Lancheng's misfortune.
No matter how passionate he is, no matter how much he treats women like flowers, he is always affectionate and merciless.
As long as he doesn't marry Zhang Ailing, he will never be a heartless person, but a bohemian and talented man who lingers among the flowers."