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    The first time he hugged me can be traced back to ten years ago, when I turned thirteen.

    It was raining heavily that day, and the Temple of Flowers finally failed to withstand the violent storm, and was smashed into pieces of green tiles. The tiles were sharper than raindrops, and they fell down.  He ran away with his head in his arms, but his head was still smashed.

    When the blood flowed down my forehead, I sat in the corner dumbly and didn't move.  I hugged my legs, and my forehead, which was warmed by the blood dripping down, gave me the only warmth in this endless night.  I stared at the hole on the top of the temple in a daze.

    Xiao Chunyan later said that when he came back, he saw me like that, and thought I was thinking about some philosophy of life, for example, something related to philosophy.  Look at my melancholy appearance is very similar to what he described.

    I didn¡¯t tell him, but what I actually thought was: If I went to my little musician with such a tragic injury, would he feel sorry for me because of my miserable life and encounters?  I?

    Thinking of eating, my five internal organs temple seems to have a hole, and I urgently need my comfort.  But I couldn't stock up on food a few days ago, and there is no food for me to eat today.

    My eyes moved down, and I saw that the moss on the broken green tiles was thick and thick.

    I couldn't resist picking out a small piece of green skin, and without thinking about it, I nibbled a little bit, and it seemed to be edible, with the fragrance of the soil and the freshness of the rain.  God, I am so miserable.

    This is no longer a question of poverty. I think it is a political question about the food and clothing of the people in the world.

    We are beggars, unless they are local beggars in the imperial city, otherwise the rest of the beggars will not know whether the current emperor is a Mingjun.  It's just that I often heard the old beggars say that whether we are Mingjun or not, our lives are no different.

    Thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to go to Jieyulou to share my experience with my little musician.  It would be the best if I could get a few words of comfort from him, but if I can't, I have to go see him.  Yes, I just want to see him, nothing else.

    Rolling up the corners of my clothes and trousers, I rushed into the rain without any delay. Xiao Chunyan asked behind me, "It's raining so heavily, and you ran to Jieyulou again?! I think you are crazy about that Jing!"

    Yes, I have been possessed by demons for three years, and I don't even know what exactly I covet him.  In terms of beauty, I think Xiao Chunyan grows longer and grows like that, but I have shared the bed with Xiao Chunyan for so many years, and I have never been interested in the pastries he hides under the bricks  , not interested in him as a person.

    Whenever I communicate with sister Minmin about her pursuit of ideas, sister Minmin always praises her talents, but I feel that my little musician has nothing but beauty and playing the piano.

    The most terrible thing is that sister Minmin can always list dozens of reasons why she likes sour scholars, and she can't finish it for three days and three nights.  And every time it's my turn to say it, I can only say that I am obsessed with his beauty.  It makes me look stupid.

    Stepping on the beat of the rain, I ran towards Jieyulou, and entered his piano room with ease.

    Being covered in water, I didn't dare to get too close to him, let alone sit beside him and wet his futon, so I could only stand by the door and call him timidly, "Jing XianI tell you, it's raining heavily tonight."  It smashed many tiles in our Flower Temple"

    He was originally playing the fast and furious tune, as if he was in a bad mood, but after hearing my voice, he was probably in a worse mood, and he tightened his grip on the strings.  I can see that the strings are about to snap.

    Maybe the violin given to him by his master was indirectly destroyed in my hands, I hurriedly said, "I didn't come to pester you today, I was injured, and my place to live is almost gone. I want you to tell me  say¡­¡­"

    He let go of the strings, wondering if it was because the qin was expensive and not worth breaking for me.  Of course, part of the reason is that he should not be able to afford a better violin, and if he broke it in a moment of anger, he would have to pay for it again.

    "What are you going to say?" He seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and reluctantly said, "Leave as soon as you finish. I'm not in a good mood today."

    He spoke so hard, as if I owed him money.

    "I just want to tell you that I may not live in the Temple of Flowers in the future.  When I broke a big hole, I suddenly thought that when I grow up so big, no one cares about me except that I will be kicked out by dogs and beaten by people for stealing food. Those emperors said that they would be good to the people, but  They have never managed us, why do you say?"

    He didn't answer me, I expected?, I said to him, "If you can see the emperor in the future, can you ask for me?"

    "Have you finished?" Of course, I also expected his indifferent expression and answer.

    I leaned my head against the door, and after a moment of silence, I asked softly, "Why don't you look back at me?"  , I hope to show you a look.

    After all, I can't keep him from remembering my kindness to him, but at least I can impress him with this ugly and terrifying appearance. If I'm not by his side in the future, he will remember me.

    He ignored me, he didn't know what he was rubbing in his hand, and he was lowering his head.

    I stood at the door from a distance and took a look. It was the jade pendant left to him by his master.  I still remember that his master left Jieyu Building when I was ten years old, and said to Xiao Jingxian, if there is anything, take this jade pendant and go to Chunfu to look for him.

    My heart was torn, and I asked him nervously, "Did you miss your master?Did the people in the Jieyu building beat you again?"

    "Huaguan." This was the first time he called my name in such a serious manner.  If he hadn't called me, judging from the distance and atmosphere between me and him, I would almost want to introduce myself to him.

    "Yes, I am." I quickly replied, swearing, "Jing Xian, I will always be here."

    He pursed his lips, clenched his fists and said to me, "I want to be quiet for a while."

    Well, I will do as you wish.

    I wiped off the blood on my head that I didn¡¯t want to wipe with my sleeve, turned my head and walked out, ¡°Then I¡¯ll stand outside your door, when you¡¯re quiet, just call me, I still have a lot to say to you  explain."

    He didn't respond to me, I think my wish is cold, maybe I stand outside the door until dawn and he won't call me.

    But I won't leave, I think something is wrong with him today, I hope I can take care of him when he needs someone.

    With my back against the door, I hugged myself and squatted on the ground, huddling beside the vase in the corner, trying to minimize my presence so as not to be thrown out by the thugs.

    The moment I saw him just now, my whole heart was warm, but now that I was kicked out of the door, my heart was cold and cold, and I was completely cold because of wearing clothes that were wet by rain.

    I don't know how long I've been squatting, two people passed by suddenly, one of them pointed at me and smiled, "This shameless beggar is here again, you think this is a good hall, come here every day to ask Jing Xian for food and clothing? Let me tell you  , he is almost unable to support himself, you might as well change your legs as soon as possible, maybe you can still have some future."

    I didn't understand what he meant, so I turned my head to look at him, and told him seriously, "I don't need him to support me. Why can't he support himself? He has hands and feet, can play the piano and compose music, and he will be more successful than you in the future."  .¡±

    "Tch." The other person laughed, "Playing the piano and composing music? The only song "Leaving the Pavilion Banquet" he could produce was stolen by his master a few days ago and dedicated to His Majesty. His Majesty was overjoyed after hearing it, and gave his master an official title on the spot.  Now his master has completely left Yun'an and went to become an official in the imperial city!"

    I looked at him blankly, "What did you say?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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