pampered roses

"Good good."

Old Madam Fu applauded in satisfaction, she couldn't hold back the smile on her face, she looked at Tangli with admiration in her eyes,

"As expected of a kunqu opera that moves the capital, Little Luoshen."

"Quick wipe."

Mrs. Fu waved, and the servant waiting beside her handed over a handkerchief.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Tangli's forehead, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips,

"Grandma Fu, don't make fun of me. I haven't practiced for many years."

Mrs. Fu looked at her with a smile,

"Our little Luoshen, it's the ancestors who rewarded us with food, and we can still have this basic skill after so many years of practice. Are you going to let other disciples have a way?"

"Grandma!" Tangli was embarrassed by what she said, and blushed a little.

"Grandma, you don't know now."

Fu Zechen's voice sounded calmly from upstairs,

"Our little Luoshen is very humble."

Tangli was slightly startled, raised her eyes to look upstairs, and saw Fu Zechen standing by the upstairs window. He was still wearing a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned. I couldn't see his expression clearly from the angle, but felt Fu Zechen's gaze fell on her.

One of the two raised their eyes, and the other looked down. From the light and shadow, they seemed to be able to feel each other's gaze.

Tangli narrowed her eyes, then lowered her head, feeling a little warm in her ears.

Seeing Fu Zechen, Mrs. Fu smiled and cursed: "You boy, how long have you been eavesdropping?"

"Not long." Fu Zechen's eyes still fell on Tangli.

Under the light green costume, the girl's figure is like Tingting Lanzhi, like an ink painting, which is palpitating.

"Really? Then tell me, how is Lili singing?" Mrs. Fu laughed.

Tangli raised her eyes, her body tensed imperceptibly, her fingers hidden in her water sleeves curled up twice, her breathing eased a little.

"It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind."

Fu Zechen's voice was indifferent, and his eyes fell on Tangli, his eyes fixed.

He did not answer directly, but quoted a sentence in "Luo Shen Fu" that described Luo Shen's beauty.

Tangli was slightly startled, she raised her eyes and met him.

Fu Zechen's eyes didn't move, he just stared at her with a serious and calm expression on his face.

Tangli's cheeks were slightly hot, and she was inexplicably burned by his eyes. She lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Thank you, little uncle."

Mrs. Fu also smiled, and patted Tangli's hand, "Let's go, Lili, change your clothes and accompany me to have breakfast."

Tangli responded, got up and left to change clothes inside the house.

Fu Zechen was on the second floor, watching her figure gradually disappear, he withdrew his thoughts, and closed the curtains again.

Tangli and Fu Zechen were about to leave after breakfast, Mrs. Fu was a little bit reluctant, and held Tangli's hand and told her for a long time.

"If Ah Chen bullies you, tell me."

When Tangli was chatting with the old lady yesterday, she said that she was giving Fu Linshuang a supplementary class and was living with Fu Zechen.

Tangli rolled her eyes: "Little uncle is very good, he didn't bully me."

The old lady Fu snorted, "He dares, if he dares to bully you, my old lady will be the first to break his legs."

"Tsk." Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows aside, "Grandma, who is your grandson?"

Old Madam Fu ignored him, and continued to talk while holding Tangli's hand.

Finally say goodbye,

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Fu, Tangli got in the car back.

In the car, Fu Zechen turned on the music and picked a piano piece at random. After listening to it for a while, he seemed dissatisfied, so he changed it again.

Not long after, Fu Zechen pressed the music switch again, glanced at Tangli, and suddenly asked, "What Kunqu opera does Little Luoshen recommend?" "

Tangli's face turned dry, and she whispered, "Little uncle, don't call me that..."

Fu Zechen smiled lightly, "Okay."

Tangli pursed her lips, "I remember you didn't like to listen to Kunqu opera before, why do you suddenly want to listen to it?"

Mrs. Fu was a master of Kunqu opera when she was young, but Fu Zechen didn't like it very much, she just found it noisy, so even though Tangli often studied Kunqu opera at Fu's house, she seldom saw Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen's face was pale, he held the steering wheel, looked straight ahead, and said in a non-emotional tone: "I want to cultivate my sentiment."

Tangli smiled, and recommended seriously, "The Palace of Eternal Life and The Peony Pavilion are both good."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, "What did you sing just now?"

Tangli pursed her lips, "The Peony Pavilion."

Fu Zechen nodded, and not long after, "The Peony Pavilion" sounded in the carriage.

The car was driving in an orderly manner on the road, and there was the babbling sound of Kunqu opera in the carriage, and Tangli occasionally hummed along softly, with a calm expression on her face.

While driving, Fu Zechen looked back at Tangli, curled his lower lip, his eyes faded, looked ahead and suddenly said:

"Sure enough, he has grown up."

"I can't see the way I cried before."

Tangli's humming stopped abruptly, and she froze.

After realizing what Fu Zechen said, he turned around suddenly, Qing Lingling stared at him, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What?" Fu Zechen turned his head, a little amused, and raised his sharp brows, "Forgot?"

"No..." Tangli lowered her eyes, "I just didn't expect that, little uncle, you still remember."

Fu Zechen smiled and did not continue speaking.

It was almost halfway through noon when I returned to Fu Zechen's villa. Fu Linshuang sat in the living room, holding hands and looking at the two people who walked in side by side. Chen's.

"You, you, you," Fu Linshuang looked at Fu Zechen, frowning, unable to say a word for a long time.

Fu Zechen took off his coat, put it in his arms, loosened his tie, and took a cool look at Fu Linshuang: "Huh?"

Fu Linshuang snorted, clenched her fists forbearance, and dragged Tangli up the stairs.

Before Tangli could react, she was dragged into the room by Fu Linshuang.

The door of the room slammed shut and locked.

With a serious expression, Fu Linshuang pulled Tangli onto the bed and stared at her face to face.

Tangli didn't understand, so she moved her fingertips and said softly, "Linshuang, what's wrong?"

"Sister Tangli," Fu Linshuang clenched her fists with a serious expression, "stay away from my uncle! He is not a good guy!"

Tangli was slightly startled, but did not react: "Huh?"

Fu Linshuang looked worried: "Really, you have to listen to me, my uncle is really not a good guy."

Tangli's thoughts moved, she bent her eyes and smiled, "Little uncle is fine."

"Fake! Fake! Fake! You were deceived by his appearance!"

Fu Linshuang grabbed her hand, a little excited,

"Don't believe me, Sister Tangli, let me tell you, there were women who approached my brother-in-law before, and they didn't end well. They were either blocked or ruined. Think about it, how terrible it is!"

"And there are so many women approaching him, don't even think about it, I'm sure my uncle is very sweet!"

Fu Linshuang was afraid that Tangli would jump into the fire pit, so she exaggerated the matter as much as possible.

Tangli didn't know why Fu Linshuang was like this, but she still smiled, covered her thoughts, nodded, and said seriously, "Okay, thank you Linshuang, I understand."

Fu Linshuang stared at her, "Do you really know or not?"

Tangli smiled, and looked seriously into her eyes, "I really know."

Fu Linshuang felt relieved, clapped her hands, and said solemnly, "It's good to know."

"People who like my uncle will definitely break their hearts."