[Quick Transmigration] Beauty Guide

"Thank you for giving me a chance, I will consider it carefully."

Walking out of an old tavern, his body seemed to be covered with the sour smell of cheap barley brewing. Ying Xun frowned and thought about it in his heart. If he worked as a waiter in a tavern, the salary would be good, but he would leave early and return late, so he couldn't always take care of him. Xiaoyu, working as an assistant in the bakery, although he is not tired, spends his whole day in the shop - the only job that meets his standards is the job of singing in the tavern.

But that's too unreserved, so don't think about it for now.

The sun wandered from the east to the west, sprinkled a large piece of light pink clouds casually, and after trying a few more shops, the young man walked aimlessly on the street, his lonely figure dragged by the setting sun: " Does that mean I'm destined to be a fisherman?"

【_(:з」∠)_Who asked you to take care of your family. 】

Knowing that 998 cannot be counted on, Ying Xun walked slowly to the corner of the street.

Someone once built a house in the town with a few pieces of wood left over, and he casually set up a notice board on the corner of the street with the principle of not wasting. Years of rain washed away mottled water marks on the edge of the notice board, and flying dust accumulated in the four corners. Soil, where some tenacious weeds and florets have settled down, and they are blooming lively at this time.

The bulletin board was covered with various recruitment slips, and because it was free, gradually some trivial matters also made it to the list. He rummaged through the stack of slips for a long time with his head full of black lines, and finally stopped in disappointment. Hand: "So how difficult it is to make money."

Ying Xun sighed lowly, and was about to turn around and leave when a card fell to the ground.

This is a very beautiful card, with light pink tuberose blooming on the white background, and the card is handwritten in English, the handwriting is very clear and meaningful.

"what?"

Ying Xun raised his eyebrows: "Are you recruiting an accompanying student?"

The card was randomly sandwiched among a large pile of papers. If he hadn't persevered in rummaging through it, it would have been impossible for him to drop it. It seems that the person who wrote this card didn't have much hope.Ying Xun looked carefully at the handwriting on the card, and was surprised to find that no matter the working hours from [-] to [-], the work content of eating, sleeping, and playing Doudou, or the high salary of ten silver coins per month, it was all in line with what he had imagined. Perfect work is no different.

His fingertips slowly traced the address at the bottom of the card.

Such a good condition made him suspicious, but looking at the workmanship and beautiful font of the card, the owner did not seem to be bored enough to make such a prank.

"Let's try it out."

Putting the card into his jacket pocket, Ying Xun walked to the end of the town, his figure disappeared in the lush forest, the dusk was getting darker, and various small insects were heard from the grass, making the forest even quieter. 998 rushed to the tree and knocked down a few juicy wild fruits. He picked them up and wiped them clean with the corner of his clothes, and gnawed them as he walked.

He quickened his pace, and his vision gradually widened. Under the dark sky, there was a sea of ​​beautiful cherry blossoms. The small five-petal flowers, either crimson or purple, lit up the space like stars. On the spacious road, the edge is slightly sunken, which is the trace of the wheels.

At the end of the road was connected to an exquisite small villa. A twisted rope hung from the simple and elegant carved door. He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and several strings of wisteria-like bells hanging above his head rang.The person who opened the door was a kind-faced old man dressed in classic housekeeper's attire. He smiled kindly: "What's the matter?"

Ying Xun handed over the card: "I want to give this job a try."

The interior of the villa is as beautiful as the exterior, with a leisurely and natural pastoral style. The light green printed wallpaper cools down the overall tone, making it look elegant and fresh. The maid served chocolate biscuits and black tea. I took a sip and drank.

The housekeeper apologized: "Sorry, no one is allowed to disturb the young master while he is reading."

"It's okay, I'll wait here, you can just go about your own business."

The housekeeper bowed and bowed silently before retreating. Ying Xun leaned on the sofa and drank tea leisurely. The pure Keemun black tea was bright red and clear. He raised his eyes and smiled slightly at 998 in the air: "It's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. I suddenly don't want to let go of this job."

【Indifference.jpg】

The young master seemed to have been reading for a long time, and Ying Xun ate the biscuits out of boredom. The mellow taste of chocolate gradually filled his mouth, and he raised his eyebrows: "Wait, it stands to reason that anyone would let their children try such a job." Try, there are not too many nearby towns, but the other party still accepts me, what does this mean?"

[Qianlang died on the beach? 】

"Yes, wave after wave, all of them were shot to death."

"And now I am no different from those children."

Ying Xun folded his hands on his knees and tapped his fingertips subconsciously. He looked at the pure black piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and said in a low voice, "I have to do something to make him realize how pure and unpretentious I am and the coquettish girls outside. Bitch is totally different, or I'd have to take a gamble."

The thick classic was turned to the last page. Ansair closed the book and walked to the window. The clouds outside were burning fiercely, and the red light reflected on his face, showing the beauty of a blend of fire, ice and snow. He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and suddenly thought of the butler's reminder, a trace of boredom appeared between his brows.

He opened the door and went down the stairs, and looked up to see the young man by the window.

The other party sat in front of the piano, tapped his fingertips on the black and white keys, and made a few meaningless notes here and there. Ansair looked at his clean but old clothes lightly, and said nothing.

Let him go, he is going to leave anyway.

[Ansair—favorability degree 10—blackening value 0]

Huh, new Raiders?

Generally speaking, the favorability of strangers is zero, but he bumped around without permission, and he was ready to be hated by the other party, but he actually liked it, but his appearance can only be regarded as handsome at the moment, there is no reason It is eye-catching.

"Did he see through my noble and beautiful soul?"

【_(:з」∠)_】

【--What am I to you? 】

【——You are a fucking mentally handicapped ah. 】

"..."

Ansair turned around, but dreamy music suddenly filled the whole space, and the heart-pounding melody made him startled for a while.He turned his head, and the young man played the piano with his eyes downcast. The crimson glow entered his eyes, showing a strange expression. His slender fingers danced between the black and white keys, and the quiet and elegant music surrounded his body like water. Every note They are like a gentle knock on the door in front of the heart, and like cool raindrops falling on the face.

Such a gentle and peaceful melody somehow made him feel a little sad.

[Ansair—favorability degree 50—blackening value 10]

"Fuck!"

The violin stopped abruptly.

Ansair opened his eyes, and the beautiful eyes regained their clarity after a moment of confusion, but the clarity was swallowed up in a blink of an eye, and replaced by inexplicable dark emotions.

Why stop?

He was in the darkness of starless and moonless waiting for redemption, and a little more, obviously only a little was enough.

[Ansair—favorability degree 60—blackening value 30]

The favorability came too fast like a tornado, Ying Xun turned around with a look of panic.

He had a panoramic view of the young man's emotions, his fingertips trembled slightly, Ansair lowered his eyelashes, and calmly drove those morbid thoughts deep into his heart. He sat beside Ying Xun and asked softly: "Do you like playing the piano?"

Still in the midst of the storm, Ying Xun nodded unconsciously.

"Then play it to me."

"Mom, I'm so good."

[When you say that, I'm starting to get angry. 】

"..."

Although the clouds are cloudy, the only clear point is that the other party favors people with superb piano skills. Ying Xun closed his eyes and played the piano intently, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom of the water with the sound of the piano.

This is a rather wonderful state. He once played the role of a pianist who is obsessed with music. In the beginning, in order to maintain his personality, he played the piano every day until his hands cramped, and his fingertips twitched like a Parkinson's patient at night, but slowly he Then I started to enjoy that feeling, the heart is like water, and the music and people are one.

The human life span in that world was extremely long. It took him hundreds of years to comprehend the true meaning of the melody, and then he cut his wrist and left the world, blood soaking through the cracks in the keys.

People respectfully call him Qin Jue.

The song of the world, through his hands, will become an absolute song.

Ying Xun used to be able to play from early morning to midnight. Perhaps it was because of his different body. When the sunlight diffused into the piano room through the window, the movement of his fingers had begun to slow down. He turned his head and looked at the boy beside him, who was quiet. Sitting beside him carefully, eyelashes drooping slightly.

His appearance is as quiet and beautiful as the epiphyllum quietly blooming in the corner of the years, exuding a suffocating beauty.

Noticing that he was unable to do what he wanted, Ansair said softly, "It's fine."

[Ansair—favorability degree 70—blackening value 30]

"..."

Ying Xun regretted accepting this kind of strategy mission a little bit, people's hearts are the scariest thing, okay? God damn favorability and blackening value!

"Are you here to apply for a job?"

"Um……"

Ying Xun stood up and wanted to formally introduce himself.

boom!

Just as he put his hands on the keys, the lid of the piano closed instantly.

"Mom sells batches!"

Ying Xun took a deep breath, resisting the severe pain and pulled his finger out from under the piano cover.The middle finger with the most force left a deep imprint, and a bright red blister popped out, hanging arrogantly on the fingertip, laughing at his embarrassment unscrupulously.

Oh, shit.

"Probably this is the legendary Su but three seconds."

Ying Xun wanted to cry, but he waved his hands in a disembodied manner. He had no illusions about the job that he had said goodbye to a long time ago. Just as he was smiling, he suddenly grabbed hold of him with one hand. On his wrist, a subtle coolness came from the part where the skin touched.

Ansair didn't say anything, and led him into the next room.

"Sit down."

His eyes fell on the soft chair in the middle of the room, and Ying Xun sat on it obediently.

Ansair lowered his head and rummaged through the drawers to find many small things, then walked to his side and gently held his hand.The coolness brought by alcohol wiping slightly relieved the burning pain. The silver needles heated by the candle carefully punctured the blisters, and the overflowing liquid was completely absorbed by the gauze. He lowered his head and applied the medicine for him, carefully bandaged up.

"I'm Ansair."

The sound fell like raindrops on the heart lake, dizzying circles of ripples.

"Yes. Smith."

Ying Xun tried to move her fingertips. Ansair's dressing was done very beautifully, which did not affect her activities at all: "Thank you, um... I heard that you need someone to accompany you here?"

Hearing this, Ansair leaned back on the sofa, his slender legs gracefully crossed, he put his hands on the armrest, and slightly raised his chin, the exquisite arrogance of the nobleman was immediately revealed: "You think you are qualified for this job ."

Hearing this, Ying Xun sat up straighter: "Musical instruments, etiquette, chess and cards, flower arrangement, piano, dance are barely proficient, and I know a little bit about fencing and equestrian skills..."

From the beginning to the end, Ansair just stared at him indifferently, and Ying Xun felt the other party's indifference, so he silently stopped talking.

"I'm a quick learner."

His face was clearly reflected in the lavender eyes.

"Your advantage is nothing to me."

"Ah...so he's playing tricks on me?"

Ying Xun said that I don't want to play with you either, okay!

"Well, I'm really sorry, thank you for your hospitality."

Ying Xun stood up and saluted super chicly, then turned and left, just as his fingers touched the doorknob, he heard the young man's cool and pleasant voice: "Wait a minute."

He turned his head, and Ansair was leaning on the sofa and looking at him.

Receiving his gaze, he lowered his eyelashes: "I don't need to accompany me, but I still need a pet."

Ying Xun: "..."

The night is deep, the lights of thousands of houses are getting weaker, and the place is lonely and desolate.

Lying on his hard bed at home, Ying Xun held up the exquisitely embroidered cloth bag in front of his eyes. He fiddled with it, and the silver coins collided and made a clear low sound: "Money, what a tempting and depraved word, countless people are crazy about it, It became unrecognizable and gave up all self-respect and pride for it."

【_(:з」∠)_】

[Count back, the task that should be done is still to be done. 】

Ansair is cold and beautiful, and looks like a high mountain flower type boy, but he got such a high degree of favorability in one afternoon, he must have poked at a certain point in the other party's life, he has been Something that you can't ask for, a morbid demon who is obsessed with it. Once this kind of person is stimulated, it is easy to blacken into a ghost or a sick child.

Although there is a beauty attribute bonus, he still doesn't want to play with her!

[However, our task is to brush up favorability and blackening value. 】

[Think about something happy, you can change the quilt now. 】

"..."

Thousands of thoughts flooded his mind, Ying Xun rolled his eyes and rolled over and over on the bed.

In the villa on the other side, Ansair sank into the soft quilt, clutching his head in pain.

The moonlight was shining gently on his beautiful face, the boy's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were slightly pale, and fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, shining shimmeringly.He is so delicate and graceful, like an angel who is suffering, weakly and powerlessly resisting the engulfing of darkness.

It's so noisy, please stop making noise...

The young boy huddled in a corner, looking at his parents with tears in his eyes. A couple who loves each other deeply is like this disgusting appearance at home.The handsome father is indifferent, the beautiful mother is hysterical, the precious porcelain is broken all over the floor, and the fragments clearly reflect this fragmented family.

Who will help me...

No one reached out to him, and music was his only salvation in the dark years.

He gradually closed himself in the cage of the melody and immersed himself in the beautiful solitude. Whenever they quarreled, he used the sound of the piano to cover up the insults that pierced the heart.However, the deformed balance will always be broken one day. After the failed attempt to poison her father, her mother fell from the roof, and the sharp metal fence penetrated her chest. She curled up and trembled like a dying butterfly.

At that time, he was standing among the white rose bushes and staring at her. His mother's distorted expression could be seen in full view. Her exquisite appearance was eroded by the madness of getting what she wanted, and there was a sense of hopeless beauty.

She was beautiful then.

Not only did his parents leave him with a delicate and beautiful appearance, but he inherited his father's indifference and mother's paranoid madness at birth. He would not easily have special emotions for anyone, but if he fell in love with him, he would not let go even if he died.

Now he has found him.

Loneliness has pulled me out of darkness, so now, please save me from loneliness.

Ansair opened his eyes and whispered a name.

"answer……"

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