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    Every night after dinner, I devote myself to squatting in front of the bamboo hut and counting the stars in the sky.

    At that time, I was begging for food and eating every day. I was either sleeping or looking for a place to sleep. I was so hungry that I could lie down and count the stars in the sky. There were so many stars in Yun¡¯an that I couldn¡¯t count them.  sleep.

    I was brought back to Liuzhou from Yun'an by Mr. Rong Qingye, a great writer of the dynasty. Now I have lived in Liuzhou for six years, but I still can't get used to the stars here.

    Sometimes I also wonder whether the problem of my inability to sleep is because I can't get used to the stars, or because I can't get used to the absence of that person.

    Youyou sighed, I felt that I had squatted for too long, my legs were a little numb, I wanted to get up, I opened my mouth and called "A Sheng", usually she would sit with me and count with a small bench, and after she yelled out, she would count again.  I remembered that she left Liuzhou a few days ago and went to the bustling imperial city.

    Thinking of this, I squatted down again, planning to give myself another half an hour to recall and feel sad for a while.

    Probably because the closest place to the imperial city is Yun'an.  The place where I have lived for nearly seventeen years.  Of the seventeen years, I have liked that person for seven years.

    I met him in Yun'an when I was ten years old, and left him for Liuzhou when I was seventeen. Since then, I have been away for six years.  Today, I am twenty and three.

    He is a brothel musician.  Fair and good-looking, tall and slender, with slender and well-proportioned fingers.  This is the characteristic that impressed me the most after being separated from him for six years.  Thinking about it carefully, these three characteristics are enough to explain his whole person clearly.

    It can be seen that after six years of separation, I still can't forget him.  Even apart from the parts I wanted to see but never got to see, I remembered everything about him.

    The whole brothel knows that I love brothel musicians, and no one dares to compete with me, not because I am too good, nor because he is not outstanding, but because competing for a man with someone of my status would humiliate them.  reputation.

    The prostitutes talked about my reputation to me. I was also a beggar at that time, and I thought it was very reasonable. I was also glad that they never competed with me. It made me always feel that I was the closest to the water, and I always felt that I still had a chance.

    Later, I called these thoughts at that time "Ten Life Illusions".

    Among the top ten illusions in life, there is another one. I always think that the difficulty of attacking him varies from low to high, which led me to chase him for seven years before I realized that people really don¡¯t like me.  .

    When I really recognized this matter, my heart did not collapse, but was very calm. I was so calm that I even thought about leaving him a note and saying something like "we will cherish each other later".

    But after I spent all my savings¡ªfive copper coins, and bought paper and pen¡ªI realized that I couldn¡¯t write the words ¡°heavy¡± in ¡°precious¡± and ¡°period¡± in ¡°period.¡± After sighing  I think it's better not to be ashamed.

    If I still have a chance to meet him, I must show him the good handwriting that I can write now.

    Every Qixi Festival when Ah Sheng was around, I would say this to her: It has been so many years since I left him, and I have already forgotten him completely.

    Every time after finishing speaking, Ah Sheng would always shake his little head while nibbling on the corn: It¡¯s been so many years since you left him, but you still haven¡¯t completely forgotten him after all.

    Little sister Asheng said that when I can not think of him on Qixi Festival, then I will forget it completely.

    What she said is very reasonable, but in fact, I don't only think of him on Qixi Festival, he is still everywhere in my life.

    Today, I look at the stars in the sky, and what I think of is the way he played the piano and plucked the strings. The stars are connected to his appearance by me, and I am fascinated by it.

    The stars in the sky seem to be spinning, pulling me back many, many years ago, and the cheers of the young and rich prostitutes in Jieyu Building gradually came to my ears

    How on earth did I fall in love with him?

    I just think that the way he plays the piano and flute is really f*cking amazing.

    He is two years older than me, and he sits with his master behind the curtain beside the drum stand, playing music for the dancers on it.

    I have been in Qinlou and Chuguan for some years, and it was the first time I saw a boy who was even more handsome than the dancing oiran. He was wearing a plain shirt that didn't fit well, with delicate features, and he was staring at the string in his hand very seriously.  I'm afraid of playing the wrong sound.

    And I just knelt under the drum platform, wrapped a mouthful of other people's leftover pastries, and looked at him eagerly.?My thin body was squeezed in the middle, and no adults offered me a helping hand because I was young. In fact, I reckoned that they wanted to stretch, but they were finally persuaded by my beggar gang costume of colorless  .

    This phenomenon was too real and caused me strong discomfort. In the end, I desperately rescued only a piece of delicate rose cake.

    I felt that it would be meaningless to go to Xiao Chunyan with such a piece of rose cake, so the moment I stepped out of the temple gate, I resolutely fed that piece of rose cake into my stomach.

    Maybe even the Flower Goddess felt that it was not easy for me to come this far, thinking that I must take something away to be worth it, so she sent a local disciple in the temple to push me from behind, and the road I was about to step out  The threshold just happened to catch my feet, I rushed forward, hit someone, that person pushed me away, and I didn't know what was caught when I fell down¡ª¡ª

    When he raised his eyes again, he saw two beautiful young legs with white flowers.

    The thing I was holding in my hand was pulled hard by someone before I came back to my senses and lowered my head to look: "Flower Goddess loves you, this is the first time I have touched the boy's waistband when I grow up."

    "Let go!"

    This is the first sentence he said to me.  It was also the first sentence he said to me when we met again later.

    Reckless like me, always like to plunge into his arms; indifferent like him, always like to push me away.

    But after the reunion, he became different. At that time, after he pushed me away, maybe he recognized me again, and suddenly grabbed my arm tightly. Even though I cried out in pain, he did not let go. He stared at me  I, saving thousands of words, gritted my teeth and shouted out my name: "Huaguan!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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