The lights are shining, and you can see that the building on the boat is exquisite, and there is even a small pavilion built on it.

In terms of specifications alone, it is also one of the best in today's painting boat on the edge of the stage.

However, this big boat was at least 20 zhang away from the shore, and the lake was vast in front of them, so how could they quietly lean over? And with Chitose eyesight, they could also see a figure swaying back and forth on the outer side of the boat.

This ship, there are still people patrolling.

Yan Saburo tugged at the corner of Chitose's sleeve: "It's too hard, it's not appropriate to follow." "At this time, it's time to go home and wash and sleep, and pry into other people's privacy.

Curiosity is something he lacks the most.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Chitose gave him a perfunctory look without sincerity, and with a roll of his eyes, he happened to see a dozen or so big flying foxes startled in the bushes.

It is the largest of the bats, with a light body but a wingspan of more than five feet, and feeds on fruit and honey.

Chitose approached Yan Saburo and whispered in his ear, "Let's play a game, remember, you don't make a sound from beginning to end." ”

She exhaled like a lan, and the boy turned his head uncomfortably, trying to get away from her: "Don't you play?"

"Of course—no!" As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted him up and threw him into the air!

You know, under his feet is a cliff more than ten feet from the water.

With her throw, she made him fly over the cliff! If he didn't handle it well, he would be crushed.

The body was in the clouds, and the feeling of weightlessness was involuntarily, but Yan Saburo still gritted his teeth tightly in mid-air and did not say a word.

At this time, the flying fox swarm just hovered over Chitose's head. She clapped her hands, and they suddenly swooped down as if they were being pulled, flying low.

With a slight and dexterous stretch of her hand, she reached for the largest one.

The big flying fox flew with her into the lake, looking effortless, as if it was not a grown woman hanging from her, but a small branch in the jungle.

When it flew out about ten zhang, Chitose let go of his hand.

At this moment, Tsubame Saburo has risen to the apex of the parabola, and then he is in free fall. His breath was still in his lungs, and his body suddenly became lighter, and someone grabbed his waist.

Chitose followed.

Yan Saburo didn't know what she had done, and the speed at which the two of them fell suddenly slowed down, and when they landed on the pavilion on the top of the boat, they were as light as two taels of cotton, and they didn't even make a sound from the tiles.

"Slow down your breathing, I'll take care of the rest. Chitose whispered, and then carried him around the boat, careful to avoid the patrols.

On the second floor of the painting boat, the front half of the boat is brightly lit and there are hidden voices.

Chitose climbed over the bucket arch and found a dark wooden window to get in. Yan Saburo only felt that he followed her around without touching his feet, and finally she stopped in the dark and explained to him again: "Hold down your nose, don't squeak, even if you sneeze, you have to endure it for me!"

After that, two rays of light shone into the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

Only then did Yan Saburo realize that she quietly poked two finger-sized holes in the wooden wall, and the light outside came through.

Turning his head again, he saw that the place where the two of them were standing was actually a splint, only four feet wide at most, and there was a silent person lying on the side, obviously fainted by Chitose and unconscious.

This small mezzanine is used to store debris, which is not very ventilated, and the smell can be imagined.

Seeing where he was, Yan Saburo subconsciously covered his nose, otherwise he would really sneeze. He couldn't help but admire this woman, she obviously had a habit of cleanliness, and in order to watch an inexplicable liveliness, she could even endure such a big dust in the mezzanine.

Chitose found a black candle out of nowhere and lit it. Its flames were so black that they couldn't be lit even a foot away, and the smoke was black, but it had no smell at all.

Yan Saburo looked at it, and he only felt strange in his heart.

"It's made with mudskipper fish fat from the East China Sea mixed with the black mud it spits out. This fish is the most stealthy in the mudflats of the seabed. Chitose whispered, "This candle smoke can hide the breath of the living. ”

Indeed, the smoke of the candle enveloped the two of them, as if they were absent, but it seemed to isolate them from the outside world.

Yan Saburo is only a nine-year-old child and has no Taoism. Chitose fears that there is a master here, and he is aware of his popularity.

She flicked it twice in his ear, and the voice outside became clear.

One of them guarded a small hole and peeked out.

At first glance, I saw Su Yuyan.

He seemed to be born a luminous being.

He sat at a round table in the middle of the cabin, facing a table of food and drink. There was another middle-aged man sitting at the same table, who looked to be over fifty years old, with triangular eyes, but his face was well maintained, his cheeks and beard were neatly trimmed, and his figure was slightly fat.

Yan Saburo heard Su Yuyan say, "I don't know where Lord Chen invited me to come, I still have important things to do tonight......

He spoke in a low voice, and although his voice was as warm as ever, there was a faint hint of unhappiness.

This person poured wine for Su Yuyan, as if he didn't hear his words, and just laughed to himself: "Everyone Su's performance today has reached the realm of perfection, and it is in vain that I gave you such a good opportunity!"

Yan Saburo and Chitose in the mezzanine looked at each other, and they both remembered what the two wealthy businessmen in front of the stage said. Sure enough, there was someone behind Su Yuyan who was cheering, so he could seize the opportunity of Guiyun Club and sing the main drama at the autumn night festival.

Who is this "Master Chen"?

Su Yuyan also heard the warning in his words, Lord Chen could both support him and step on him. Seeing this person toasting, he could only raise his glass and drink it all, and responded: "Lord Chen praises it falsely." ”

He is sitting on pins and needles here, Yan Saburo can feel his stiffness and impatience across a wall, and this Lord Chen seems to be unconscious, and continues to persuade Su Yuyan to drink: "This second cup, I salute you for your victory at the Chunning Ceremony!"

Su Yuyan frowned: "Lord Chen's glass of wine was toasted a little early, and the Chunning Ceremony was held a few months later. ”

"With your skills, it's not difficult, it's not difficult!" Master Chen smiled, "But have you prepared the book for the performance? The rehearsal will take several months, right?"

Su Yuyan was silent.

Master Chen understood, touched his beard and said, "Chunning Ceremony, this book is too important." But do you want me to find someone to create for you? I know a few people who have written drama books for Guiyun Society. ”

"My book is better than that of Guiyun Society, and I can't use those people. ”

Lord Chen smiled, his triangular eyes narrowed even more: "You really persuade the stone shopkeeper to do it, but do you want me to help?"

As soon as the word "help" came out, Su Yuyan's color suddenly changed: "Don't move her!"

"What are you nervous about?" Lord Chen stretched out his palm and grabbed the back of Su Yuyan's hand, "I'm not interested in her, I just want to help you......

There was a sticky feeling on the back of his hand, Su Yuyan couldn't bear the disgust and couldn't turn his face with him, so he immediately withdrew his hand to pick up the wine glass, and drank another full glass.