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    I have stayed alone all night in this dark room where I can't see my fingers. It was still dark at this time, and it was pitch black outside.  I didn't dare to sleep, so I kept my eyes open and wandered around the room.

    In fact, I am much calmer than when I was thrown in a few hours ago.  After all, no one came to visit me during this period, and I think there should be no one looking for me outside.  Thinking of this, my heart that frightened and called for help gradually cooled down.  When you catch a cold, you will naturally calm down.

    In the dark room, there is only one soybean oil lamp, illuminating the female corpses and me with body spots.  It's amazing, plus those squeaky mice.

    God is sorry, I take back my big words that I am not afraid of ghosts.  These female corpses are too realistic to interpret the words of ghosts.  I hugged my hapless self distressedly, and leaned against the window, begging for a little moonlight outside.

    At first I took pictures of the doors and windows, but no one responded to me.  I yelled, cried, and was dragged five steps away by my hair by a fierce-looking boy.  OK OK.  enough.  Let me go, I won't shout anymore, why don't you hurry up and do other things.

    I leaned against the wall with my legs crossed, my stomach rumbling, even though I was very hungry, there were only rotten cold meals that the female corpses had eaten before they were alive.  Originally, a beggar shouldn't dislike me, but after thinking about it, I still can't eat it.  Presumably, he was worried that after this meal, he would be the next to sit in line with the pile of female corpses.

    Speaking of it, how did I come to this place where I can't see my fingers?  It starts with the night before here.

    The spring was cold, and I ran to Xieyulou with Xiaochunyan all the way. He said that he would leave for a few days, and he would not see me for three or four days.  I am deeply saddened by this, but the legs that I ran into Jieyulou did not seem to be the same thing that I was deeply saddened about.

    On a night when there was no wind, no rain, and a bright moon in the sky, he actually sent me to Jieyu Tower in person, and I had some bad premonitions in my heart.  Therefore, after stepping in the door, I turned my head to look at him again, only to see him being greeted by two people dressed as palace guards.

    The dress of the guard seems to be exactly the same as the few people we hit with our shoes last time.

    Could it be that Xiao Chunyan offended some high-ranking official and got into trouble?  I was apprehensive, and hurried over to stop them, but when I ran into the crowd, they were gone.  Only a luxurious carriage passed me.

    It shouldn't be my vertigo.  I told Jing Xian about this, hoping that he could help me think of a way, he analyzed while composing, "Xu is sitting in that carriage."

    "" I think that Jing Xian's mind is mainly reflected in ritual and music, and is a little weaker in logical reasoning.  Xiao Chunyan, a poor man who is no different from me, has no reason to take a carriage to see the creditor even if he owes debts and is troubled by others.

    I sighed and looked down to see that he was still composing that piece.  He has been composing this piece for more than half a year.  I really can't figure out what kind of value it is that he needs to take it so seriously and sell it at an astonishingly high price.

    Maybe I'm still too immature, and I don't understand the attitude of those who engage in art to strive for excellence in creation.

    I asked him when the piece would be finished, and he said, "It's only two days."

    "Then can you play it for me first?" I looked at him expectantly.

    He touched the strings with his fingertips, "It can be done now."

    "Now?" I was amazed, he had already started to pluck the strings, and as the tone spread in my ears, I hurriedly said, "Now I am a little worried about Xiao Chunyan, I will be here soon, and I want to find him.  I came here to talk to you."

    He didn't stop playing the zither, the sound of the zither was like a stream, clearing away the noise around him, which of course included my voice.  Since he was so immersed in the world of art, I had no choice but to withdraw silently.

    He didn't keep me.  Later, when I recalled this moment, I realized that this was the last normal communication with him before I left Yun'an.  It should be noted that I was no longer normal after that time.  But this last normal communication, he didn't respond to me.

    There will be some regrets in my heart. If I had known that I would leave him, I should have stayed and listened to this new piece of music before leaving.  Every time I dream back to this moment, I will say to the me in the dream: Let¡¯s go after listening, Huaguan, walk out of that door, and I will never hear it again.

    But the flower official in my dream was as stubborn as my fat flower, he didn't listen, he just didn't listen.

    Girls are still too young, you must know that if you miss this moment, you will regret it for a lifetime.  Well, probably because in the dream, I couldn't imagine what the song he had spent half a year working on would be like, so I had to save face for myself, make a hasty ending like this, and quickly end this dream.

    I pushed open the door that I had been pushing for seven years, inexplicably wanting to look back at him playing the piano again.  still surprisedOutside, don't get killed again, it's a big crowdit won't end well when you turn around.  "

    I heard someone whispering to the housekeeper, and the feeling of being reborn at that moment brought tears to my eyes. Looking at the pot of boiling water, I choked up and bit the white cloth in my mouth tightly, feeling hot all over with fright.

    He is considering.

    "A spoiler." In the end, the steward glared at me fiercely with his eyes wide open, and threw the kettle casually away. It didn't land on me, but there was a crisp "bang" sound next to my ear, splashing big and big  The splash of water fell on my shoulders, and I heard myself sobbing for a moment, desperately trying to turn over to avoid it, but my hands and feet were trampled to death, and I couldn't move.

    A basin of cold water was poured on me, and I shivered in the freezing cold. Before I could react, someone covered my face with a towel, and I heard the manager laugh wildly.

    My face was gradually bound tightly by the kerchief, and when it was squeezed until it was about to deform, my eyes were forced to open a gap, and I saw the densely intertwined threads on the kerchief, and there were holes of the same density where the threads intersected.  Through the tiny hole, I could see the ugly face of the steward and the black shadows on the ceiling.  their shadows.

    No choking.  When I was still conscious, he withdrew his hand.  I didn't dare to listen to what order he gave next, but I closed my eyes tightly and shrouded myself in endless coldness.

    They spat at me, feeling out of breath, and splashed footwashing water, out of breath.  There was a noise in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw someone started to untie their pants. I was so scared that I bumped my head back to the ground. If they were smarter, they would know that I was kowtowing, but they were too stupid.

    Fortunately, fortunatelyit's not what I thought.  Yes, that's right, how could they take a fancy to me, a stinky beggar's body.  The hot liquid dripped on my feet, and I didn't dare to think about what it was.  It seems like everyone is scorning me.  Spit on me a beggar.

    Later, my vision went dark and I was put into a sack.  When the eyes light up again, they are pushed into another dark world.  In that place where I couldn't see my fingers, I was so frightened by the rows of female corpses and the horror of their deaths that my legs softened and I knelt by the door. I knocked on the door and cried out, crying bitterly.

    Of course, as I said, no one came to my rescue, and I sat there until dawn.

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