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    Yes, my name is Huaguan.

    This name was given to me by Xiao Chunyan. He said that I lived in the temple of the Flower Goddess, and I was just a small official in front of the Flower Goddess.  The concubine's sacrifice.

    I don't know if I can get the blessing of the empress, but I did eat the sacrifices offered to the empress by the benefactors for many years with peace of mind.  So I also think it's a wonderful name.

    Before I knew it, I had squatted in front of the bamboo house for a long time, and my legs and feet were a little numb. I looked at the moon on the bamboo tip reflected in the water and sighed, and Mr. Rong's voice came from my ear, "Huaguan, hurry up!"  Come in, I have something to tell you."

    Mr. Rong Qingye has always been a woman I respect very much. She is talented and intelligent. She can recite "Will Enter the Wine" when she is just learning the language.  Bamboo house so far.

    When she passed by Yun'an, she met me who was down and out, picked me up, brought me to this bamboo house, and said she was her maidservant, but she gave me food and clothing, taught me how to read and write, and let me bid farewell to the past  The wandering life has given me the grace of regeneration.

    So as soon as I heard her call, I didn't care about missing the first meeting with that person, and got up in a hurry. With such a movement, my legs and feet couldn't help being numb and itchy, making me jump and laugh.  Thinking about it carefully, the years I have gone through now have never made people laugh or cry, and I have always had fun in bitterness.

    The lights are bright and the bamboo forest is lit up. In the room, Mr. Rong and her other maid, Rui Guan, are packing my luggage for me.

    My eyelids twitched uncoordinatedly, and I had a premonition that this was an errand that was difficult to say whether the two were happy or not, "What does the master want me to do?"

    "I have an old friend in Yun'an. His surname is Chen. He is a rich family. A few years ago, he gave birth to a pair of sons and daughters. Now the sons and daughters are five years old, and they are also at the age to ask Mr. to teach. He came to me a while ago.  A letter, hoping that I can introduce a teacher for his children. I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I finally finalized it today. Hua Guan, you are the most suitable."

    Yunan, just these two words are enough to make me selfish.

    But I will never refuse Mr. Rong's orders.

    I don't understand whether I didn't refuse because it was Mr. Rong's order, or because my heart had already returned thousands of times to the muddy road in front of the flower temple in Yun'an.

    The children of rich families have to ask Mr. Xi for advice when they are only five years old, and when I was five years old, I was still playing with Xiao Chunyan in the mud on the bad road.  But a person like me who came here to play with mud wants to teach the young masters and young ladies of rich families.  When I think about it this way, I feel more balanced.

    "Are you going to leave tomorrow?" I saw Guan Rui put a small stack of folded clothes into a floral bag, and I knew that I had been clearly arranged.

    Mr. Rong nodded, and gently stroked my head, "People from the Chen residence will come to pick you up tomorrow morning, I should have told you earlier, but I have been thinking about it for a long time, so I only finalized it today  , you understand why I am thinking."

    Yes, I understand.  Mr. Rong is as careful as dust, and he has long discovered my nostalgia for the past, Yun'an, and that person. That little girl, Asheng, also likes to ask Mr. Rong about these things about me, and discuss the true meaning of love with Mr. Rong.  Those troublesome things in the past and these troublesome nostalgia can't be hidden at all.

    Therefore, Mr. Rong has concerns. She is worried that my revisit of the old place will touch the scene and make me sad, and even reunite with that person.  These things she worried about were not unreasonable, and it turned out that I did meet him again, and the reunion was caught off guard.

    I asked Mr. Rong why he decided to let me go. Mr. Rong replied, "Some things have to be solved by yourself. You can't stop looking at the stars every night." I guess Mr. Rong once had a story  Only people who can see everything so clearly.

    So I joined the camp of packing up my baggage, and after tossing and turning all night, I embarked on the road of breaking the world in the early morning of the next day.

    There were five people who came to pick me up, three of them were guard thugs, one was an errand boy, and the other was a maidservant.  After I said goodbye to Mr. Rong and Guan Rui, I was flattered to be helped into the carriage by the servant and the maid, and I sat down firmly with my heart pressed.

    The exterior of the carriage is not very gorgeous, but the interior of the carriage is full of beautiful decorations, with everything that one expects to find. Perhaps this deliberate arrangement is to avoid being coveted by villains.

    However, as soon as we left Liuzhou, God tried our best to prove to us the truth that "rich people are always rich people, no matter how much they respect low-key luxury, no one who should be robbed can escape".

    From Liuzhou to Yun'an, it will take less than half a month's journey. We have gone through all kinds of storms, but unfortunately, when we were about to enter the boundary of Yun'an, we encountered a kidnapper on a mountain trail.?? don¡¯t know me.

    "It's a good color." The old | bustard just left this sentence, and then bought me from the gangsters and asked someone to untie me.  The thugs standing next to the old | bustard stared at me, eager to try.

    But I didn't want to cry or run away.  They don't understand at all that I have learned to be smart after being beaten countless times by them, and I don't know what is good or bad at all.

    The place we are in is a piano room, and there is a guqin in the corner of the room.

    At this time, I had forgotten to be close to the hometown, and I just wanted to play a piece of music that he taught me in front of the guqin.  I expected his room to be not far from here.

    The moment the strings were plucked, my heart was also plucked.

    The song "Liting Banquet", which he played best but always intentionally missed a note, slowly flowed out from my fingertips.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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