"It's okay, it's just the wine spilled!"

Jiang Linlin said in the carriage.

There is a small table in the middle of the carriage, made of porcelain. Although blue and white are painted with glaze on it, the technique and style of burning paper are not blue and white porcelain. Compared with the simple and elegant blue and white, the painting on this table is probably a bit too bright.

A wine glass was poured onto the small table, and the wine in the glass flowed into a pool, dripping along the edge of the small table and falling on the ground of the carriage.

Zhao Mingming and others sat around the small table. When the candy-fried chestnuts were poured out, they took out a piece of silk squid and were about to wipe them, but Jiang Linlin stopped them.

"It's a waste of such a good thing to wipe the table!"

Jiang Linlin said.

Then wiped the wine from the small table with your sleeve.

Although Zhao Mingming couldn't tell what the texture of the clothes she was wearing, it can be seen from the exquisite show above that this dress is much more expensive than the silk squid that the candy chestnuts just took out.

"Isn't such good clothes used to rub wine? Isn't it a waste of things?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"It is a waste to not care about my own things. And this clothes are not mine!"

Jiang Linlin smiled and said.

"But it's worn on you."

Zhao Mingming asked in confusion.

The clothes you wear on yourself are not yours. How can there be such a strange truth in the world?

"Of course the clothes you wear on yourself may not be yours. Not only this clothes, but also this wine glass, small table, and frame are not mine."

Jiang Linlin said calmly.

"Then who belongs to these things?"

Zhao Mingming continued to ask.

"The wine glass was given to me by Mr. Xie in front of me, and the frame was from Taishanghe. Xiaoji should have been sent by Mr. Lu last month, right? As for the clothes... I really can't remember them. There are too many people who deliver clothes, so I can't remember them at all."

Jiang Linlin shook her head and said.

"I thought there would be more people giving things, fewer people giving clothes..."

Zhao Mingming said.

Whether the thing is useful or not, at least it looks like it is placed there. But if the clothes are not suitable, they can only be covered with dust on the side, but they are not even as good as rags.

But Jiang Linlin said that the most people gave her clothes, which inevitably made Zhao Mingming develop a lot of new interest in Taishanghe.

"Miss, have you ever gone to buy a dress?"

Jiang Linlin asked.

"Miss Jiang, you don't have to be polite. My surname is Zhao, or you can call me Mingming. I haven't bought the clothes myself."

Zhao Mingming said.

"I was wrong about this... A young lady like Miss Zhao definitely doesn't need to buy clothes by herself. I guess every year when the season changes, there will be a special tailor to go to the mansion to tailor her body, right? Then you will pick the texture and pattern style of satin cloth. And they will be drawn in whole pieces, and they will be left behind when you like it. A piece of cloth can be made into five or six sets of clothes according to your figure, but you will never have a second duplicate of the same color and pattern. The remaining fabric will either be given to the servants or thrown in the warehouse to feed mice."

Jiang Linlin said.

After hearing this, Zhao Mingming was so surprised that he couldn't say a word.

She and Jiang Linlin had only known each other for more than two hours, but she actually knew her life so well.

After Zhao Mingming transformed, this was indeed the case. However, Jiang Linlin was wrong, that is, there was no change in seasons on the Jiushan where Zhao Mingming was. But every few months, there were seven or eight special tailors who brought more than a dozen cars of good fabrics to the mountain to tailor her and make clothes.

She had long been used to all this, but she couldn't figure out how Jiang Linlin knew about it no matter what. If it were something about men, Zhao Mingming would think it was normal for her to say so in detail. After all, no woman would go to Taishanghe, and the men who went there at least had some property and would not have less spare money in their pockets. It was of course very likely that Jiang Linlin knew these trivial matters in daily life through contact with them.

"Are you curious about what I asked? Because I used to be like this..."

Jiang Linlin looked at Zhao Mingming with a rather puzzled look and said.

But the second half of her sentence was very light and low. She thought that everyone except herself could not hear it. But she didn't know that Zhao Mingming and the candy fried chestnuts were transformed into strange animals, and their visual and auditory senses were much stronger than humans. Although this sentence could be crushed by the sound of rolling wheels, it still vaguely reached the ears of Zhao Mingming and the candy fried chestnuts.

"The fabric style I have chosen is of course made of my own clothes. I will cherish it even more when I like it, but it was not what I chose, it was just someone gave it to me and I reached out to take it. If I can't say I like it, I will naturally not cherish it."

Jiang Linlin said as she looked at a piece of wine stain on her sleeve.

"Do you have your own stuff?"

Asked the Sugar-fried Chestnut.

"No."

Jiang Linlin said firmly, almost as soon as the ending of the sentence "Sauce-fried Chestnuts" fell, her answer was blurted out. It seemed that someone would ask this question, so she prepared the answer in her heart in advance, but she just put the answer in her mouth and left her lips. When she heard the question, she would run out by herself when she opened her mouth.

After hearing the candy-fried chestnuts, the nose wings twitched slightly.

Compared to her lady Zhao Mingming, the sweet-fried chestnuts are much more emotional. Although most women are emotional, the sweet-fried chestnuts are not a woman, they are just a girl. Girls are more capable of making people feel more sexy than women, so this emotion comes and goes in a hurry.

Looking at this grand carriage, exquisite small tables, expensive wine glasses, mellow wine, and gorgeous clothes. If all the good things in this carriage were given to any woman, she would probably go crazy happily. But Jiang Linlin didn't agree with it and said that none of these things belonged to her.

When a person is truly nothing, what is left is not the elegance of wandering around the world, but the endless emptiness, loneliness, and coldness. When the sugar-fried chestnuts just wanted to wipe the wine, they had a moment of contact with Jiang Linlin's hand. It felt like they fell into a broken pool of ice in the cold winter. The coldness followed the sugar-fried chestnuts' hand and rushed straight to the forehead. After tying a circle, they headed deeper and knew that they would dissipate.

I don’t know who has the courage to hold such a pair of cold hands. As for holding them tightly, it’s something that I can’t even think about. Moreover, Jiang Linlin’s clothes are not thin, and the weather is very warm now. But her hands are still so cold, which makes it very puzzling.

A person with nothing is only a pair of cold hands and an empty and lonely heart. But if she really has nothing as she says, wouldn’t this hand and heart be her own?

Jiang Linlin had long lost her body.

From the moment she entered Taishang River, she lost it, or was extremely completely lost.

When many girls first entered Taishang River, they always had the idea of ​​selling their skills but not selling themselves, and they were extremely determined to feel that they could definitely wait for a red thread that belonged to them before losing their virginity.

Unfortunately, the Fengchen woman never seemed to be the one she favored by Yue Lao. Even though he had thousands of red lines in his hand, he was unwilling to part one and throw it into the Taishang River.

Those girls with ancient minds and firm minds will sooner or later be unable to control themselves. In fact, in the face of such luxurious lights and wine, no one will be lost. Taking off clothes and wearing them may be able to withstand the efforts of others throughout their lives. Then, Isn’t it too ridiculous to stick to the so-called beliefs compared to the room full of gold, silver, jade, agate, wine glasses, and gorgeous clothes?

"Then what do you want? My lady can give it to you!"

Said Sugar-fried Chestnuts.

"Are you sympathizing with me?"

Jiang Linlin asked back.

The tone was very calm, making people unable to tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

"Miss Jiang, don't mind, she is still a little girl, she has no brains and no sense of proportion."

Zhao Mingming said, "Sales fried chestnuts for sugar."

"Not bad! If I really sympathize with me, I would say thank you and tell her that I don't want anything. Although I said that these are not mine, I have everything. Even if I eat and wear, even if I say that they are not my own, they are not much different from my own. But what I said before is a bit too pretentious!"

Jiang Linlin said, then helped her up her glass and poured her another glass of wine to drink.

"Miss Jiang loves drinking very much."

Zhao Mingming said.

Jiang Linlin looked at the wine glass in her hand and was a little dazed.

When she heard Zhao Mingming's words, she couldn't pull out her thoughts for a while, so she didn't answer.

She really loves drinking.

Rather than saying she has nothing, she has the last thing, that is, the wine she has.

But when she was in the Taishang River, she could not drink as casually as she did. Hot wine hurts the lungs and cold wine scraped the throat. She received customers not only as simple as taking off her clothes, but often she had to play a piano and sing a song.

If you drink too much, your hands that press the strings while playing the piano will tremble, and your throat will tremble and make you unable to sing the tone correctly.

Jiang Linlin knew that she had not had much time to drink at will, so she kept drinking one cup after another.

Another reason is that she wants to return to Taishang River drunk.

It is best to fall asleep and return to her own pleasure boat as soon as she opens her eyes. There is only one entrance and exit of Taishang River, and both guests and girls have to go in and out. A few years ago, Jiang Linlin also entered Taishang River from that opening. Since then, although this opening is still there, it has no meaning to her. For meaningless things, what can it do? It can only be just a boredom, it is better to get drunk.

"I'm too numb when I'm sober. I can only feel a little touched by everything around me."

Jiang Linlin said.

Just like the sweet-fried chestnuts pity her, Jiang Linlin also pity others in her heart.

This is what others are talking about the clients who come to the Taishang River to have fun.

Not only do they feel pitiful, but they are also a little afraid. Because perhaps they may not have followed the rules and followed the traditional way that everyone recognizes in the world. This is true even if they have a family or even descendants.

In Jiang Linlin's view, people who go to Taishang River to have fun are all a group of pitiful people. They are afraid of taking responsibility, afraid of family constraints, and afraid of emotional ties. These all kinds of reasons gather together are the reasons for their destruction.

Compared to Jiang Linlin's nothing, they are lonely and deeply rooted in their hearts, so they can only greedily grasp all the joy they can easily get in front of them, even if it is just a moment, they feel that it is enough. In the final analysis, it is not that they are romantic and affectionate, but that some kind of lack and timidity make them only find a relationship that is destined to be fragile, destined to dissipate, but also extremely happy.

Jiang Linlin knew that now, she felt that men and women should be dedicated. When this idea came out of Zhao Mingming, others would think that this woman was admirable. But if she said it from Jiang Linlin, others would shake her head and sigh, saying that she was a fool, and this woman was really sad.

But some things cannot be ignored because they are rare, so they don’t believe them. Of course, Jiang Linlin has never said that she has such an idea. Just believe in things that people laugh at, and just think about it, but there is no need to say it out and be pointed at by others.

Women in the dust always have a different style under the lights and wine. They cannot be said to be beautiful or charming, but they are fascinating, heavy, and gurgling, wherever they hang. When they walk in and take a look, they are cracked like pastries that have been roasted. Of course, they don’t have the temper of a young lady like Zhao Mingming, and they don’t follow them with weird maids like candy fried chestnuts. They have always been gentle and smooth. They can agree to and do things that many women cannot agree to and can do. But often this kind of agreement is helpless, a kind of despise and indifference to the world.

From this perspective, the women of Fengchen have something in common with the wealthy tourists who are exploring everywhere. They are all despised by the world, are dissatisfied with everything, and are often very sad in their hearts, so they have chivalrous spirit.

But not everyone is like this. Jiang Linlin should be an alternative in Taishang River. As for other girls, most of them are still following the trend and don’t think so much. After a day, they will live a happy and comfortable life after exchanging their youth for gold.
To be continued...