"It's good to be able to play like this at this age," Mei Xiang said while wiping her hands with a wet towel, "but his voice is better, and it would be a waste to play the piano."

Having said this, Mei Xiang looked at Wei Ran with a smile and said, "It's your turn."

"Are there any rewards for playing well?" Wei Ran asked as he walked towards the piano table.

"Ah!"

Meixiang became more interested, put down the towel in her hand, crossed her legs and supported her chin with her hands, and said with interest, "If you can play better than Canhua, I will dance with you."

"Is this considered a reward?" Wei Ran was already sitting behind the piano table as he spoke.

"In the seventh heaven, a dance with me costs at least one hundred oceans. Isn't that considered a reward?" Mei Xiang asked with a smile, but there was no show off in her tone, but a touch of ridicule.

"I'll dance with you, and how about you let me take a picture of you?" Wei Ran asked while holding down the strings.

"You can also take pictures?" Mei Xiang looked at Wei Ran in surprise.

Wei Ran did not answer this question, but also played the Guangling San that Yao Canhua had just played on the piano.

By the time the song ended, Yao Canhua's eyes were widened, and Miss Meixiang suddenly said as Wei Ran came back, "So what Yang Ma said is true, have you really killed someone?"

"What did she tell you?" Wei Ran sat down on a chair and asked with a smile, but he had no consciousness of being a "servant".

"Mother Yang said that you lived abroad for two years and joined a gang in Shanghai. Then you accidentally killed someone and escaped back."

Although Mei Xiang's tone sounded like a joke, there was a hint of seriousness hidden in it, "I'm even considering whether to use you. A bodyguard like you is too dangerous."

"Don't worry, I will protect you." Wei Ran looked around and gave an answer.

"Please let me dance," Mei Xiang said with a smile.

What Wei Ran didn't expect was that just after she finished speaking, the tall and tall girl Jasmine actually stepped towards the organ and played Mendelssohn's Song of Spring fluently.

Seeing Wei Ran's surprised look, Mei Xiang's face showed a hint of pride, and she raised her left hand slightly.

After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran bowed slightly to ask for the dance, then dragged the other party's hand and walked a few steps towards the middle of the basement.

Accompanied by Jasmine's solo piano music, Wei Ran and Mei Xiang, a famous courtesan from the Republic of China, finished a dance, and at the end they completed the graceful dance.

"not bad"

Meixiang said with satisfaction, "Moli, invite Miss Gu and Mr. Feng to come and dance at home tomorrow night."

"Yes, Miss." Jasmine stood up and responded, walking straight to the outside of the basement.

"You really can't sing?" Mei Xiang asked Wei Ran expectantly.

“Really not”

Wei Ran spread his hands, hoping that the old book could teach him how to sing an opera or a song, so that he wouldn't have to eat melon seeds when he followed Suisui to the KTV.

Hearing this, Mei Xiang didn't say anything, let alone whether she agreed with Wei Ran's photoshoot, or where the camera came from. She just turned to look at Yao Canhua, who was standing aside honestly, "Canhua, will you?"

Is this a drama about Zhaojun leaving the fortress?"

"I learned clowning in a theater troupe," Yao Canhua answered honestly, "I have practiced it myself, but I have never been on stage."

Hearing this, Meixiang looked at Qiushi, who was still practicing basic skills on the stage, "Qiushi, you can be the stable boy today."

"Sister, are you trying to kill me?"

The little girl Qiushi, who was already sweating, said something that Wei Ran couldn't understand, and then asked, "Or a cappella?"

"Should I go and ask you to play drums?"

Meixiang pinched Qiushi's ears angrily, but completely ignored Wei Ran, who was watching the excitement, and greeted Yao Canhua to the small stage in the center of the basement.

After a little preparation, Yao Canhua sang: "All defeats are due to the lack of generals."

The three of them were playing together on the stage, and Wei Ran, who couldn't get along, simply found a seat and sat down, picked up a corner of the watermelon and took a bite.

It has to be said that the watermelons of this era have many seeds, and they are really not as sweet as the watermelons of later generations.

Although the watermelon is not sweet, I really can’t tell whether the three people on the stage are singing well or not. But no matter what, the basement is much cooler than upstairs, and I am eating the boss’s watermelon and listening to the boss’s singing.

Singing an opera by yourself is a good thing that maybe those sluts who spend 50 yen just to chat with Mei Xiang for an hour may not enjoy it.

While enjoying himself, Wei Ran was also secretly thinking about two other things.

One is when and how to enter the hidden basement.

Secondly, it was already July 24, 1937. This was the exact time he got from a newspaper being sold when he went out before lunch. In other words, there were only a few days left before the fall of Jinmen.

Less than a week.

But thinking about that nonsense return mission, Wei Ran had to pay attention to another more urgent matter at the moment. There were only five hours left before dark, and he still had a dozen cigarettes to smoke today.
Chapter completed!