I’m happy today. When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups of wine are too little, and it’s not enough to talk without comment! I’m drinking with brother Zian. Do you think I’ve ever been drunk?” Hu Maolin waved his hand and said nonchalantly. .
Wang Bo immediately laughed and said: “Haha, Sister Zhang, don’t worry about Lao Hu. If he gets drunk tonight, I will help you carry him back.” ”
Haha, you should drink less, Zian. You should drink tonight too. It’s quite a lot. I’ve never seen you drink so much in the past few days. If you two grown men are drunk, Yanzi and I, two female prostitutes, won’t be able to get you back to the hotel!” Zhang Qiong hehehe He smiled and touched his hair with his hand, his expression gentle and charming.
Although this woman looks average, she has a great personality and is very caring. After getting along with her for so many days, Wang Bo somewhat understood what Hu Maolin liked about her.
The four of them drank and chatted.
Push the window and lean on the railing, and outside you can see the rolling Pearl River water, and the bright moon above your head that looks like a millstone, reflecting thousands of rays of light. Facing such delicious food and beautiful scenery, as well as the two beauties who were drinking with them, Hu Maolin raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose and filled up his wine glass again. He walked to the window and faced the vast river rolling eastward. I shook my head and sang a song called “Niannujiao? Chibi Nostalgia” by Su Dongpo.
Zhang Qiong laughed and laughed, as usual, he disparaged his man’s rottenness.
Seeing Hu Maolin, an old man chatting like a teenager, expressing his nostalgia for the past, Wang Bo also became interested and started to follow “winding water to drink wine and recite poems and write poems”. However, he was not too interested in Su Dongpo’s stuff, mainly because he couldn’t recite it all. Wang Bo took the wine glass, left his seat, and paced back and forth in the free space of the private room, sometimes lowering his eyebrows, sometimes raising his head, chanting I wrote a song called “Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix? Qin Song” by Sima Xiangru, a great poet and poet from Shu County in the Han Dynasty, who is my hometown:
“There is a beautiful person here, and you will never forget it when you see it.
” The phoenix is ??soaring, and the world is looking for the phoenix.
“I have no choice but to see you, my beautiful lady, who is not on the east wall.
” I put the qin on my behalf and wrote a heartfelt chat.
“When will I see Xu Xi, comfort me in my hesitation.
” May your words be worthy of your virtue, and join hands with each other.
“Don’t let me fly, let me perish.”
“Bah bang bang.” As soon as he finished memorizing it, Hu Maolin and Zhang Qiong burst into warm applause in the private room.
“Zi’an is indeed a great talent of our time. He can even recite this kind of Han Fu.” Hu Maolin said excitedly, and then looked at Zheng Yan who was sitting in his seat meaningfully. Singing Sima Xiangru’s “Phoen
