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flower official, i'm having a bad time

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    I frowned, looking into his eyes, my heart was filled with sour water.  I know, I'm done.

    It is the kind of extreme destruction that starts a prairie fire.

    But I don't have so many fresh seven years to squander on him.

    At this time, he pinched my wrist, and I didn't fall to the ground, but the pain in my wrist was not much worse than falling to the ground.  I'd rather fall to the ground because he's pinching me like that and I can't break free.  Heart can not break free.

    How should I answer him, where have I been all these years? Could it be that I studied in Liuzhou, and now I am already promising?

    However, the me now is as poor as the me in the past. The only progress I have made is from a penniless beggar to a prostitute. Shame is a shame.  There must be shame in the eyes.

    I was so ashamed that I didn't have the courage to look him in the eye, so I could only lower my head, secretly lick off the gaudy blush on my lips, and then replied to him word by word, "Long time no see, I heard that you have been doing well these years"

    "I'm not having a good time." He said this, why did he choke up in the second sentence, "Hua Guan, I'm not having a good time."

    I raised my head dumbly, wanting to teach him that greetings are greetings, just follow the words, where is the need for a turning point?  He is forcing me to ask why, but I don't want to hear him tell the story of his wife going away.

    After a moment of silence, I saw his friends looking at me in amazement.  He was alone, looking at me piercingly, as if he couldn't wait to share his virtuous and virtuous wife with me, a fallen man.

    "I'm okay." I tried to break free from his hand, and lifted up the loose coat that had slipped off my shoulders, and said softly, "Then, you two talk slowly."

    What I mean by that is that I want him to let go, but he doesn't, not at all.  I am very curious that he is just a pair of hands playing the piano, where does he have such strength, and why my hands that play the piano do not have this strength.  And this strength is getting bigger and bigger.

    I looked at him, with a bit of embarrassment on my face, "I have to go. I'll listen to you talk about your business when I have a chance." He didn't let go, and I couldn't leave.

    "Where are you going?" If I hadn't heard his clear and clear voice last night, I would have wondered if his voice had become hoarse over the years. He was silent for a moment, and then asked, "How long have you been going?"

    His eyes were bright, he stared at me intently, not allowing me to lie.

    I didn't hesitate, "Cheng Niang arranged for me to play the piano for some gentlemen. My piano broke, so I need to take it to have it repaired. I'll come back when it's repaired."

    ?Knowledge really makes people progress. Mr. Rong is honest with me. I have been studying privately for six years.

    Well, it¡¯s okay for me to deceive him, but it¡¯s okay to deceive myself and others.  My heart was swollen, as if I was sick, and the pain was terrible.  I really want to say to him, "Jing Xian, I'm not having a good time either. I often dream about you."

    But his name couldn't come out after biting my mouth. I was afraid that after calling him out, tears would fall.

    "Since we know each other, girl, why don't you go in and have a chat with me." His brother Su looked at me kindly, "It's just an ordinary piano, we'll pay for it for you, and I'll call someone to get you another one."  Bundle."

    "Don't be so troublesome." He stared at me with his scarlet eyes, and ordered others, "Open the door."

    I saw the Qin held in his arms, and I had no reason to refute.

    The door lock fell, and he dragged me in without any explanation, and handed me the piano.  I think I probably can't hold it with one hand, but he still doesn't want to let go of me.

    I was forced to catch his piano, holding it unsteadily, and looked up at him with some embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his friend showing a surprised look.

    I haven't figured out why, but the string snapped with a "clank" and I was caught off guard. If it wasn't for the age of his violin, I would almost have thought that I had actually hit the violin.

    In the past, I used to help him clean his violin. He thought I couldn't clean it clean, and said that the dirt on my cuffs was all on his violin, so it's better not to wipe it.  Therefore, after I wipe it once, he will wipe it silently twice again.

    I still remember the patterns on his qin, which are Qingyun coming out of Xiu and Linghe inhabiting.  Thinking of this, I stared blankly, looked down, and belatedly discovered that the pattern on the piano was Qingyun Linghe.

    This piano is his life.

    I raised my head suddenly, knowing that my expression at this time must be flustered and funny, "I have money tonight, and I will pay you the piano. Or, if you don't want to part with this piano, I will pay you to reconnect the strings."  OK. You, what do you think?"

    "I don't think it's right." There seemed to be a faint smile in his bloodshot eyes, which I couldn't understand.??

    My heart was in a hurry, and I couldn't stop, "then what should I do?"

    "I'll tell you what to do tomorrow." He said emphatically, "If you keep your promise, don't let me miss you tomorrow."

    I don't think his words have any deep meaning, but it's a pity that I can't understand him.  He could only nod his head, pretending to understand.

    As if something replaced his hand and became my shackle, he let go of my wrist, "Where do you live, take me there."

    He is afraid that he is not a clean official and penniless, so he is so afraid that I will renege on my account and run away.

    " Mmm." I hesitated for a while before nodding, handed the piano back to him, and then lowered my head to pick up mine.

    Brother Su said, "My lord, Master Zhang will be here soon."

    He leaned against the door and placed his qin on the ground, took the qin in my hand, "I'll come." After a pause, he said to Brother Su, "Let him wait."

    My hands were empty, so I hugged my wrists and put them in my heart, suppressing the sourness that was about to overflow.  Talk to him all the way.

    The distance is not too long. We walked for a long time. For some reason, I always felt that his pace was surprisingly slow, and I had to slow down and wait for him.

    I stopped at the door of the room, turned around and asked for my piano.

    He brushed my hand away and said, "It was you who played the piano at Xiangzihao last nightwhy didn't you call me?"

    If I say that I didn't recognize him, would I be making it too obvious?  But I really don't know how to answer.

    He seemed to see my embarrassment and didn't make it difficult for me. He just handed me the piano and a heavy bag of silver.

    Under my surprised eyes, he said softly, "I'm coming to see you tonight, you are not allowed to pick up guests."

    I was stunned for a moment, and I probably realized what kind of money he gave me-a kind of compensation for my not picking up guests tonight.  In fact, he didn't know that he was humiliating me by doing this.  But I was also embarrassed to explain to him that I was still innocent.

    Because if I said it, he would probably laugh at me.  After all, I am already twenty-three years old this year, and I am still alone and don't know who I am waiting for, or I am still obsessed with it, and I can't get out.  In short, it was a joke in his eyes.

    "If you want to reminisce about the old days, you can do it tomorrow." I remembered something, returned the money to him, pointed to the drum platform outside the railing, and said, "I'm going to play the piano there tonight, Cheng Niang ordered."

    I held the piano firmly, and before he could answer, I plunged into the room, and my movements were nimble as if I had gone back to the time when I got into his piano room to avoid the thugs.

    The room was empty, and I didn't dare to disturb the bustle outside the room anymore, it was out of tune with me, so I sat quietly by the bed until 1:00 pm.

    The dancer came to call me, and saw that I was still sitting on the bed, "What are you doing stupidly? Come with me." She pulled me up, and I followed her.

    ?In the lively venue, the zither was singing and the jade flute was melodious. I sat on the front of the drum stage, and my eyes wandered around the stage. I didn't see my life-saving straw, Xiao Chunyan, but I saw Jing Xian at a glance.

    He sat in an open private seat on the second floor, facing the drum stand.  I think it's not that my vision is too unique, but that he is dressed in white and looks isolated from the world. He really doesn't look like someone who came to seduce a prostitute, but more like someone who is being seduced.

    He whispered some instructions to the attendant beside him. The attendant nodded, lifted the bead curtain, walked down the stairs, and walked towards the drum platform.

    I couldn't see clearly what the attendant was holding in his hand, but I saw him walk behind the drum platform, put it down in front of my seat, and ignored all the gossip and gossip below, and said to me word by word, "Young Minister of Taichang Temple  Mr. Jing, throw ten taels of silver for Miss Huaguan." (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com
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