After marrying a rough man, I played mahjong to support Shoufu

Chapter 253

At this moment, Shen Xian had almost forgotten the exchange rate between gold beans and masonry, and there was only one concept in his mind, which was very expensive, outrageously expensive.

There are many good things, but there are no small things like earplugs. Shen Xian thinks that maybe the system didn't expect that there would be a host who would need this thing.

Shen Xian was a little disappointed, and was about to close the system interface, but a light suddenly flashed in his mind.

Although I don’t have earplugs, I can train myself. Isn’t the systematic performance more abstract than chanting?
"Ahem, is Mr. System here?"

As soon as the voice fell, the system interface was fragmented, and a colorful light reunited, forming a strange atmosphere of light pollution.

"What's Dad's dad's name! Dad's dad's name is Grandpa!"

The familiar melody sounded again, and the system appeared on the stage riding a rocking car.

Shen Xian covered his forehead speechlessly. After the unicycle, this guy seems to like the rocking car again.

"Oh~ my dear host, you have been calling this system more and more frequently recently, are you in love with my art performance?"

"Hehehe, yes, you are a system gentleman with an English accent." Shen Xian squinted his eyes halfway, forcing out a forced smile.

The system was very satisfied with Shen Xian's answer, and a happy facial expression was projected on the electronic screen on his face.

"Then dear host, are you here to see my art performance today?"

Shen Xian cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "As a professional mahjong player, I am deeply aware of the slack after time travel. Now I want to sharpen my will, and watch your art performance while training mahjong."

"Oh ho ho." The system showed an exaggerated expression, "Special training? Although the system doesn't think you can stabilize your mind under my wonderful performance, it still agrees with your decision."

"Really? That would be great..."

Before Shen Xian could finish speaking, he saw ripples on the screen in front of him, followed by a whirlwind.

When he recovered, Shen Xian found himself in a disco-like place.

The mahjong table in front of him was facing the stage, and there was a deafening faint sound in the neon-flashing disco.

Buzz!
I saw the system sitting on the rocking car and plucking the guitar strings, lowering the cowboy hat very aggressively, and yelling loudly at the firewood men who were crowded with people at the scene.

"Dynamic beat, dynamic music, everyone follow me to get up!"

hiss--

This guy even loaded the sound card for the subwoofer!
At this moment, Shen Xian was full of troubles.

"No, no, I want to play mahjong, so I can't be disturbed by it anymore."

Enduring the loud noise, Shen Xian struggled to play mahjong with the three shadows on the table.

All I heard was the sudden stop of the live music, as if an incredible song was brewing.

Although Shen Xian was remembering the cards as much as possible, he was still suspenseful by the atmosphere of the scene.

After waiting for a long time, the live music finally sounded the prelude.

"What's the name of father's mother? Father's mother is called grandma."

I knock!Why is it still this!

Even Shen Xian couldn't help wanting to curse, but in this short period of time, Shen Xian's brain seemed to be short-circuited, and he forgot all the cards he remembered just now.

Shen Xian glanced at the system resentfully, even if he pulled the bald monk over, he would be willing to bow down in front of the system.

Just when Shen Xian suspected that he had done something wrong, Zhao Shun and his party had just arrived at a famous teahouse.

"Storytelling, singing and opera to persuade people, the three roads follow the middle, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes of life!"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, he slapped the table eye-catchingly, and said clearly in spoken words: "The last time the book said..."

On the second floor of the teahouse, the three of Zhao Shun sat down, ordered a pot of tea and two baskets of buns, and listened to books while eating.

Yan Chongluan seemed very excited. He hadn't traveled around since he arrived in the capital. Last night, he racked his brains and came up with a course of action for today.

After leaving the Zhao Mansion in the morning, Yan Chongluan had been waiting for Zhao Shun and Liu Qing to ask him, but they didn't mention it after waiting for a long time, but Yan Chongluan could not bear it enough.

As soon as the hot steamed buns were served, Zhao Shun saw that Yan Chongluan had something to say.

"Brother Yan, if you have any plans, just tell them, don't make any more plans."

Yan Chongluan laughed and said, "Brother Zhao, you still understand me."

After taking a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, Yan Chongluan pointed in the direction of Yongxuan Gate and said, "Let's go outside Yongxuan Gate to see the plum blossoms first, and then go to Penglai Lake after seeing the plum blossoms. I heard that the pipa and opera in Qingle Square in the capital are excellent. After listening to the play, we are eating and drinking everywhere..."

While Yan Chongluan was talking about his plan, the carriage hurried past downstairs.

In the carriage, Lu sat upright in recent years, so nervous that his palms sweated, as if going to see Jiang Ning'er was more nervous than rushing for the exam.

Outside the gate of Yongxuan, the wind was bleak, and the rain last night made the temperature drop a bit.

Although the plum blossoms are in full bloom, there are not many people who are willing to stay and enjoy the flowers.

Traffickers and pawns, running for a living.

The carriage slowly stopped on the side of the road. Lu Jinnian lifted the curtain and looked at this very familiar place, filled with emotion.

The coachman helped Lu Jinnian out of the carriage, and Lu Jinnian said slowly, "Find a warm place, and I will find you when I finish my work."

"Yes Yes."

The coachman was very grateful to Lu Jinnian. It would be too cold to wait here in this weather. Fortunately, Mr. Lu is easy to talk to.

Lu Jinnian looked at the small road deep in the plum blossoms and paused, then walked in with strides.

Looking inward at the winding cross road, Lu Jinnian has an illusion as if he was in another world, as if he saw 20 years ago.

Under the plum blossom tree with a hundred-year-old forest, a beautiful figure stood quietly under the plum blossom tree.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Ning'er turned around.

Although she was nearly forty years old, the skin on Jiang Ning'er's face was still firm, as if the years could not leave traces on it.

Lu Jinnian glanced at it, as if seeing it for the first time.

"You're here." Jiang Ning'er looked back and smiled, just like back then.

"I am coming."

Lu Jinnian felt as if a stone had been crushed in his heart, and his tone was full of self-blame.

Jiang Ning'er looked at Lu Jinnian carefully, not letting go of the wrinkles on his temples. "You're getting old and thin."

Jiang Ning'er's tone was very gentle, she didn't feel angry about being let down, nor complained about being on guard for more than ten years.

Lu Jinnian tightly clenched his fists in his sleeves, restraining his reddened eye sockets.

"These years, I have suffered for you."

Jiang Ning'er took lotus steps, and raised her hand to pick off the plum blossom petals in Lu Jinnian's hair.

"I don't blame you if you have your own difficulties, and I don't blame you if you haven't seen me in Beijing for so long."

Jiang Ning'er looked deeply into Lu Jinnian's eyes, and asked, "I just want to ask you a question, after this meeting, is it life or death?"

(End of this chapter)