Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 313
Look! The power of money is truly immense!
The two people and the pig followed the boy all the way up to the third floor, where they were even invited into a private room and served fragrant tea!
The tea smelled wonderful, and it was neither too hot nor too cold. The girl gulped down two cups of tea in a row, feeling very pleased with herself. Being rich really does feel different!
Afraid of being mistaken for a country bumpkin by the waiter, she dared not show too much joy. She sat down on the soft chair and said in a pretentious manner, "Young man, bring me your best dishes! One plate of each of the following: Biluo shrimp, sizzling eel, crispy orange peel, and white-sauce garden vegetables! And ten or eight baskets of xiaolongbao, please!" She wasn't very ambitious; of all the delicious food in the world, she only cared about xiaolongbao!
After saying that, he slammed the cloth bag containing the money down on the table, meaning, "See? XX has plenty of money!"
The boy smiled broadly and said, "Okay! Please wait a moment, I'll be right there!"
Hehe, I've finally earned the title of "you old man"! The girl was overjoyed, but she pursed her lips and pretended to be deep in thought, putting her hands behind her back to look at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.
Actually, she didn't recognize many of those characters, so she only looked at the paintings.
"Hmm, the chicken in this painting has drooping feathers and a dejected look; it looks like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, and the posture is painted quite realistically. This one is a bit worse; such a large painting, yet there's only such a small branch of flower, the paper is wasted. This painting is clearly about a mountain, but the tree is taller than the mountain—a sacred tree! And this one too—a perfectly nice woman, but they don't paint her face, she's facing away from the customer. Damn! Which brothel girl is this, trying to make money...?"
The waiter's face twitched as he listened. The calligraphy and paintings in this elegant room were all by talented scholars from Suzhou. The one who painted the eagle, peach blossoms and mountains was already a master in Jiangnan, and Mr. Tang, who painted the painting of the lady with her back to the viewer, was an unparalleled genius. His personality was unruly and unrestrained, and even nobles and kings would not be willing to pay a fortune for a single painting.
Upon hearing the girl's words, the big fat pig seemed to feel extremely ashamed. It buried its large head under the tablecloth and dared not show itself to anyone again.
Only the young man in yellow, with a gentle smile like jade, listened quietly without responding.
Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.
The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a person strode in. Dressed in fiery red, her beautiful face, like that of a serene maiden, wore an expression of unbearable pain: "Zhu Huihui, I beg you, please shut your mouth, okay?"
The girl didn't close her mouth; instead, she opened it even wider: "Baldy...uh, loud, what are you doing here?"
"Where have you been all this time?" The young man in red stroked his medium-length hair and retorted sullenly, "Didn't someone say that you would definitely come to the Husband's Sleepless Pavilion and make me wait here with him? We've been waiting here for almost twenty days, and you're only showing up now!"
"Who...who said that?" The girl's heart pounded, her gaze fixed on the door of the elegant room.
Beside the green railing stood a tall and straight figure, wearing a white robe and a long sword at his waist. He looked like a wisp of snow on a mountain peak or a wisp of cloud in the distant sky, pure and elegant.
He stood calmly by the railing, his eyes bright as the moon in the cold night, his gaze as deep as autumn water, and a faint smile on his lips.
Those gentle eyes, that faint smile—they said nothing, yet it seemed as if they had already spoken a thousand, ten thousand words.
After a moment of distraction, the girl suddenly felt all the pent-up sorrow fly away, and her heart was instantly filled with the joy of blooming flowers.
"Oh!" She pursed her lips, intending to put on a sullen face, but instead her expression blossomed into a radiant smile as she softly said, "Great...Great hero, you...you're here too..."
The Sky is Clear in the Jianghu II Epilogue 2009-07-29 18:16 The autumn sky is deep blue and vast.
"Hero, is this your home?"
On the bluestone path, a rosy-cheeked girl pointed at a majestic city in the distance, her big, dark eyes wide open.
The autumn leaves and blossoms rustled in the breeze, and the maple trees covering the mountains of Bangkok resembled a red sea. The city itself seemed like a giant ship adrift on this sea, its silhouette reflected within. At the edge of this "sea" stretched endless reeds, which, when the wind blew, swirled like snowflakes. The scenery was indescribably beautiful; even the young woman, who had traveled extensively, felt that she had never witnessed such a sight before.
"yes!"
Beside her, a handsome young man in flowing white robes smiled and removed a reed flower stuck to her hair.
The girl said enviously, "Your house is so beautiful! Such a big city, you must be very rich!"
The boy in white smiled and said, "You'll be living here from now on."
"Me?" The girl pointed to her nose. "I can live in your house too?"
The young man in white smiled slightly and said, "Of course you want to stay at my house, otherwise where else do you plan to go?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "I... I don't really have anywhere to go."
"That's settled then!" The young man in white took the girl's hand and walked forward while laughing, "However, my family has strict rules, and there are some things we can't do!"
The girl blinked her bright eyes: "What is it?"
"For example, swearing, stealing, not liking to bathe, not liking to study, not liking to practice martial arts..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" the girl cried urgently.
"What's up?"
The girl looked distressed and said, "Um, hero, I... I have a stomachache... Can I not go to your house?"
What does having a stomachache have to do with going to his house? Is he trying to run away?
The white-clad youth's gaze fell on the girl, paused for a moment, and then suddenly smiled like the warm sun: "You're only having stomach pains now? It's too late!"
The girl said urgently, "It's not too late! As long as we haven't... entered your house yet, it's not too late! Isn't that right, Brother Liu Yue?"
She reached out and took the hand of another handsome young man in a yellow shirt beside her. The man looked back at her with clear and unwavering eyes and a gentle, tender smile.
The young man in white pulled her back to his side, smiling broadly, and said, "When they found out we were coming home, Dad and Mom came to pick us up. Look—"
The girl looked up and saw a man and a woman standing side by side on the tall city wall. The man was as handsome as a jade tree in the wind, and the woman was as beautiful as a peony shrouded in mist. Although their faces were not clearly visible from afar, their noble temperament and imposing presence made her admire them from the bottom of her heart.
Are they your parents?
"They are our parents!"
“We,” the girl said with a distressed expression, “I…I already have several parents…if two more come…we really can’t handle it…” Her cheeks puffed out like two small steamed buns.
The young man in white smiled, extended his index finger, and gently poked her pink, round cheek before casually grabbing her collar and sweeping forward.