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    The curling tobacco in the Temple of Flowers is lingering in front of my eyes, the sound of the piano at the fingertips overlaps with the bell of the sacrificial offering, everything seems like yesterday.

    I lay down on the ground and looked at him, still holding his snow-white trouser belt in my hand.

    The word "let go" seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. I will remember the feeling of gnashing my teeth for the rest of my life, because I guess he wanted to hit me 80% of the time, and maybe 20% of them were thinking about how to hit "death" directly.  "I.

    It's a pity that he used both hands to lift his trousers, and he couldn't find time.

    I breathed a sigh of relief for recovering a small life.

    But am I the kind of person who just lets go.

    This is the waistband of my trousers that I pulled off with my own ability, and my black handprint was stained on it. I don¡¯t know whether I should hand it back to him. After all, on the one hand, I think it¡¯s indecent and difficult for him to maintain this action of lifting his trousers.  On the one hand, I feel that this white trouser belt should be washed by me before returning it, which is considered polite.

    The boy is not as thoughtful as a girl like me, he doesn't seem to have considered my manners.  The trousers in his hand could hardly be lifted, and he only hoped that I would return the belt as soon as possible.

    Considering that his situation seems to be more urgent than my politeness issue, I reached out tremblingly, ready to hand over the waistband of my trousers.

    Just when he also pulled out a hand to take it, a little Chunyan suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and it didn't care if I was still lying on the ground, let alone whether I was holding something in my hand, and grabbed me.  The outstretched hand quickly dragged me away, "Run! Someone came out with a stick!"

    At the moment when he was dragged away holding the waistband, I saw his expression on the verge of suffocation. There were more and more people around him. When he was overwhelmed by the crowd, he didn't even deserve a belt.  While praying to the goddess of flowers, save this poor, weak and helpless child

    Hate me, must have hated me.

    I have never been remembered by boys, and now I am hated because of a belt. This beginning is very unusual. It means that I will start an unusual story with him, and I am so damn looking forward to it.

    And in my beautiful afternoon that day, my mind and his story have reached the point of husband and son. I have already named the child, and the only thing I need to know is the boy's last name, and the child will understand it clearly.

    For this reason, I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep all night. Before dawn the next day, I ran to the lake behind Chunfeng Pavilion to wash his belt, and hummed a little song I heard somewhere.

    By the light of the firefly sac, I saw that the waistband of the trousers was white again, and I was in a good mood, sitting cross-legged, and went to Jieyulou to find him after dawn.  After sitting for a while, I became more energetic after being bitten by mosquitoes, and suddenly realized that Jieyulou is a brothel, and it usually only opens at night.

    Although I was bitten more than a dozen times by mosquitoes for nothing, my heart was still light and unsteady when I thought of seeing him immediately.

    ?In the Jieyu building, I took advantage of the girls who were flaunting their red sleeves outside and sneaked in without paying attention. I hooked my waist to look for his figure, and the sound of the zither like gurgling water was lingering in my ears.

    The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

    In a field of flowers, red willows and greenery, his plain white body is very eye-catching. I am glad that my dirty black body is also very eye-catching. When I saw him, he also saw me, and our eyes were connected without accident.

    In front of him stood a man holding a ruler, picked him up, and for some reason, he yelled at him. I seemed to feel the man's spittle flying around from a floor away.

    He listened to the swearing, unmoved, just stared at me, and then he looked away indifferently and disgustedly.  I was not discouraged, and ran upstairs to where he was.

    When I arrived, he was no longer there, leaving only an ordinary guqin in front of the seat.

    I heard the crisp sound of the ruler falling into my palm not far away, accompanied by the man's curse, "Can you play such a simple sound wrong?! I don't think your hands want to  Yes! If you have time to go to the temple fair, why not play a few more tunes! Do you think you came here to be a young master?!"

    I sneaked up to the door and peeped through the half-open door. He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were slightly red, but his expression was stubborn and indifferent, and he didn't seem like he would cry. I breathed a sigh of relief.  It's good not to cry, after all, generally speaking, after crying, you will only be beaten worse.

    The man taught him a lesson for half an hour before giving up. I stared intently at his palm, not noticing that the man was walking towards me. The man slammed the door open.  Front teeth just erupted.

    "Where did the beggar come from?! Get out of here."?I had a fight with him, thinking that he had just been beaten and scolded, I would definitely be invincible in fighting him like this, so I gave up.

    But I still want to defend my face, "I haven't grown it yet, it should look better in the future."

    "It has nothing to do with me." The thirteen-year-old frowns tightly, without even looking at me, he lowers his head and carefully wipes his piano.

    Well, his indifferent attitude and outstanding looks officially caught my attention. That day was the seventh day of April, when I was ten years old, I fell in love with him unilaterally.

    On the way back, I was still thinking about the injury on his palm, so I specially gave the money I got from begging for food in the past three days to the owner of the pharmacy, and exchanged a small packet of swelling medicine from him.

    Going to Xieyulou today will definitely annoy him, so I waited for a day, and eagerly sent him the wound medicine in the evening of the next day.

    He sat behind the bead curtain on the side of the drum platform, playing the piano silently.

    When he played a certain note, the oiran froze for a moment, and soon followed the rhythm.  I guess he played the wrong note again, but the oiran has been flexible and has been prepared for it.

    Oiran twisted her graceful figure and waved her long water sleeves, while singing a lingering song with a gentle and melodious voice:

    "The stream, the moon and the mountains are picturesque, and the wind from the swallows is unrestrained. The sentiments of the golden age call, who will cover the frequent rainstorms? It is difficult to close the leak in the middle of the night, and the hut is covered with bamboo fences. Clouds relax and drink tea, and the flags hang high outside the courtyard. How many beams are on it?  Gossip about things, gossip on the Internet. Melancholy cuddling in the west building, speechless paper flowers."

    At that time, I didn't know that he wrote this poem by himself, but I just thought it sounded good, so I wrote it down, and this note, I remembered it thirteen years later, and sang it softly next to his room.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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