Chapter 99: 180 chapters, 'Twisting Butt to Make Money' red-eyed woman

180 chapters, 'Twisting Butt to Make Money' red-eyed woman

18o chapters, watch 'Twisting ** to Make Money' red-eyed woman

――Liu Guozong Spring Diary, the eighteenth

I think of spring, I look forward to spring. But that spring does not think of me, does not look forward to me. As for spring, I can only be unrequited love. Let unrequited love be unrequited love! Using that line from Dream of the Red Chamber where the golden bracelet teases Jia Baoyu: 'If it is yours, it's like a oil jar falling into a well—cannot slip away.'

The wind outside the window is blowing gently. Dear, you wait slowly, wait until spring comes, we'll go through the woods together to see the stream water.

Now, while spring is still underway, let's quickly think of some things related to spring――

As a metaphor, hum a few pop songs on the way to or from work, creating some opportunities for the singers. If sung well, maybe when luck shines, you could also show a talent on the CCTV gala. Once that name goes out, just a little twisting ** can earn big money.

Stars making money, that is talent. Talent is a heaven‑bestowed wealth. Anyone who says 'sour grapes because they can't eat grapes' is talking nonsense.

You see that pretty female storyteller; as soon as she steps onto the stage, the audience below stares straight――

"Those eyes, like autumn water, like cold stars, like precious pearls, like two balls of black mercury suspended in white mercury, glancing left and right, even the person sitting in the corner feels that the pretty girl on stage is looking at them."

At this point, if they don't ask you to take out money, they're asking you to take out your heart; you wouldn't say a single 'no'. Using Zhao Benshan's catchphrase: 'How annoying!'

Furthermore, with the music of 'the loud strings clamor like sudden rain, the fine strings whisper like private talk,' your five viscera and six bowels will feel as if ironed smooth, with no spot left unsuited; the thirty‑six thousand pores will feel as if after eating a ginseng fruit, every pore completely at ease. Really extremely annoying.

No wonder, the stars have so many fans clinging to them. The stars are happy, and the fans are happy too. Flowers in the courtyard at spring dawn, birds singing in confusion. Using a proverb: 'A bald head washing its face has no――no (beauty) edge.'

Once, Northern Song chancellor Kou Zhun listened to a singing courtesan perform. The old fellow was bewitched by her voice, his soul overturned, and delighted he said: 'Award a thousand bolts of silk from the treasury to this pretty girl. What a lovely lass, her singing leaves people six‑senses‑lost.'

Kou Zhun's concubine said: 'You old good‑for‑nothing, look at you being bewitched by that little fox spirit **. Could it be they've taken a fancy to you? Want to dump me?' Let me recite a few crooked verses to annoy you: 'A bundle of clear song, a bundle of silk; the beauty still feels it's too light. Who knows, beneath the Weaver Girl's silkworm cocoon window, how many shuttles have flown to weave it into existence.'

That old fogey Lord Kou, seeing his concubine recite poetry to mock him, knew the mistress of the house's jealous fire was burning. He then said to his concubine: 'You see people twisting ** with red eyes, don't you? If you've got the ability, you come twist? If you twist, even ghosts won't look.'

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