When Lu turned away, I went to send it off. There is no other way. He has a high status in Tsing Yi Tower, and if there is a major event, he must rush to the front. Otherwise, they will be run on by Mu Qingqiao.
After Lu Fan left, Fang Xiaohe called the old man in black from August Hall to accompany me to familiarize himself with the situation. Only at this time did I know that the old man in black had his surname Liu, and his name was Liu Sihai. He, how can I say it, is a bit of a horrible meaning, he is also an old qualification in Tsing Yi Tower, and he came to the position of the August Hall Hall Master based on his seniority.
I met Liu Sihai before and had some unpleasantness. However, Liu Sihai turned around very quickly, knowing that I had received Fang Xiaohe’s approval, and Xi Niang gradually lost her anger, so she treated me. It's getting better. I walked in Tongchuan for a day and introduced all the businesses of Qingyilou.
By this time, I was basically familiar with the situation in Tongchuan, and now I have a very comfortable life. I don't have to do anything every day, I just have to walk around. Compared with the previous life of wandering and wandering, it is almost like a fairy.
But I often have worries. I don’t know the safety of the masters and their whereabouts. Moreover, I followed my dad to fish in the river a few years ago, and in the next few years I went to collect corpses with my master, and suddenly left the river. At a loss, I feel empty in my heart.
On this day, Liu Sihai had something at home, so he told me that I asked him to do errands and wander around the city of Tongchuan by himself. In Tongchuan City, there are actually some interesting places. I sat in the teahouse for a long time, drank two pots of tea, and listened to books for a while, and then left the teahouse when I had dinner at noon.
As soon as I left the house, I ran into Mu Qingqiao head-on. I didn't expect that he was also wandering around the city.
However, after thinking about it, there is nothing I can't say to him. Why should I hide when I meet? So, I stood up straight and walked over.
I don't want to cause trouble, but Mu Qingqiao took a few people in a row, faintly blocking the way. I had no choice but to stop. Mu Qingqiao smiled and said to himself: "I said that when I went to bed this morning, why a crow stopped on the tree in the yard? There must be bad luck. It really happened."
When he said this, the few people behind him grinned. I knew he was burying me, mocking me, but I didn't mind, and didn't answer to him, and walked around.
"I know your origins. Qiao Sanyue told me everything. I advise you." Mu Qingqiao turned his face slightly and said, "If you really think you are lucky, I will tell you, then It’s just your wishful thinking. There are so many people in Tsing Yi Tower, all of whom are older than you. You are an outsider who wants to be the host, so you died early."
Mu Qingqiao spoke, and everyone around him naturally followed him. I want to endure, but I really can't understand his arrogant and domineering look.
"I didn't intend to be a host, the main hall and hall host Lu, but I must be the host." I also stopped, turned my face and said, "Some people want to be, but everyone doesn't want to be. , This kind of thing, who do you want to make sense?"
"You!" Mu Qingqiao didn't expect that I would return his mouth, and bluntly said his thoughts, his face turned red all of a sudden.
Neither do I
Paying attention to him, stepped away on his own, leaving him and a few of his men behind.
Walking far away, I sighed secretly. There are people like Mu Qingqiao in Tsing Yi Building, which makes me very uncomfortable. There are twelve branches in Tsing Yi Building, each of which has a different power level. Besides, apart from the businesses run by Tsing Yi Building, each branch has its own business. Mu Qingqiao has the ability and has a wide range of social interactions outside. He has frequent contacts with several big families and cliques in the north. He has a large business and is strong. Therefore, he was not afraid of Lu Fan and the Eleven Niangs.
I wandered around and wanted to listen to a book, but the teahouse was full. Just going around like this, at dusk, I felt hungry and wanted to drink a little wine, so I went back and forth to find restaurants.
I have walked through most of the streets in Tongchuan, just some winding alleys, which I am not familiar with yet. I walked into an alley, looking for a way out. At this moment, a faint flute sound suddenly floated into my ears.
The sound of the flute was so slight that even people passing by would not care about it, but the sound of the flute was too familiar to me. This is the tune I heard in my dream.
I immediately listened attentively and distinguished the source of the flute sound. In front of the alley, there is a courtyard wall with a small door open. Standing outside the courtyard wall, you can see a small two-story building inside. The sound of the flute came from the small building.
I walked to the small door and looked inside. Inside was a large courtyard. The two-story building was at the back, facing the alley, which was relatively quiet. No one can be seen inside, only the sound of a flute, constantly coming from the second floor. I tentatively pushed, the small door was unlocked and opened with a creak.
I walked in slowly. I wanted to ask someone to ask, but I couldn't find it. I can only follow the sound of the flute towards the inside. The sound of the flute is too important to me. If you find someone who plays the flute, ask him where he learned the tune, maybe I will gain something. .
I walked up to the stairs of the small building, but I didn't see anyone. Walking up the stairs slowly, the sound of the flute became clearer. On the second floor of the small building, there were only three rooms, I could tell, the flute sound came from the middle room.
I feel this is very abrupt. I broke into someone's house without saying hello, but I'm afraid I will regret it if I don't seize the opportunity now. Standing on the second floor for a while, I walked gently to the door of the middle room.
The door was closed, but it was not closed tightly, and there was still a gap. When I leaned over the door, I smelled a light scent. This scent was different from ordinary rouge gouache. It smelled light, but it smelled very good.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a person sitting at a table in the room. The man was playing the flute with his back to me. However, I can tell that it is a woman.
This must be someone's boudoir, and my heart panicked. I thought this was very wrong, and if anyone noticed it, he would have a black pot on his head. However, now I retreat, and I am not reconciled. The woman who plays the flute is this woman. As long as you talk to her, you may be able to know the source of the score.
I hesitated for a long time at the door, reaching out to knock, but my fingers hadn't touched the door. The woman playing the flute in the room seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly put down the flute and turned her head.
In this way, I saw the face of this woman.
Her age should be
It should be about the same as me, the face is very white, like a fat gel, only a little powder is used, it is delicate and elegant.
Her eyes are big, slick, and her bangs are neatly cut. As long as those eyes move, they seem to be able to speak.
She looks very handsome, she is not much sweeter than Fang. Moreover, her appearance was in the midst of delicate beauty, and she seemed to be faintly charming.
The other party turned around and walked quickly to the door. I wanted to dodge, but it was too late. As soon as the woman opened the door, she immediately saw me.
Although she didn't speak, there was doubt and alert in those dark eyes. When I saw it, I hurriedly explained it to others. I really didn't know how to say it, so I could only make up a lie. I said that this flute was something I had heard before and liked it very much. I didn't expect to hear it again here, so I came in and took a look at who was playing it.
I don't really believe this statement. However, after listening to this woman, the doubt and alert in her eyes disappeared suddenly, but a feeling of joy was faintly filled.
"Have you heard this flute? Is it the same as the one I played just now?"
"It's too long, I only remembered a rough idea, it should... It should be the same."
"Is the flute music good?"
"It must be nice... Otherwise, how could you hear the sound..."
The woman was very happy and opened the door wide to let me in. I wanted to ask people about the origin of flute music, but they really opened the door, and I was a little at a loss.
"Girl, I have no intention of offending, nor dared to enter the girl's boudoir. It is this piece of music. I want to ask where the girl learned it."
"It happened a long time ago."
The girl said that her father used to like to collect books, and there was a room full of all kinds of books in the family. Later, when his father passed away, the family couldn't make ends meet, so he began to sell the books. At the end of the sale, there is nothing left in the collection, and there is some remaining unsold.
In these collections, there is a thin booklet in which only the score of this piece of music is recorded. The girl got this sheet music since she was a child, and later she was specially asked to learn it. She only learned this piece of music, which was played when she was okay, and listened to it for herself.
As soon as I heard it, my head was sweaty again, and after inquiring about it, I still found nothing in the end, just like I didn't inquire. The girl's father has long passed away. Where did you get this music? Now it has become a mystery.
I secretly regretted that it was easy to catch a clue, but the clue was interrupted like this. I didn't want to give up. After thinking about it in secret, I continued to talk with the girl and asked her father what he did back then.
"Come in and talk, brother." The girl seemed to have found a bosom friend, forced me into the house, and poured a cup of tea. I could smell the faint fragrance in the boudoir, but her heart was uneasy, and her buttocks seemed to grow. I couldn't sit still for a moment.
"I'm not a native of the river beach. My home is in the south. I only settled here after my family fell. My name is Yaoyue." The girl's dark eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she picked up the table. On the flute, he said: "My father is a book student, and he knows some rhythms. I have learned a little bit since I was a child. Brother, can you play this piece?"
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