a killer friend of mine

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Qiuyang will never forget the scene of the boy breaking in on a night of heavy rain: the hood was dripping wet, hanging softly on his head; The see-through hair was like tangled lush water plants, covering most of his face.But all this can't kill the business of those beautiful and bright eyes, which sparkle as if they have been soaked in the Milky Way for thousands of years.The light of the cold star leaks from the dense leaves, clear and warm like a spring in the mountains in summer.He said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, let me hide for a while." The snow fell and beat the branches and leaves because the treetops couldn't bear the weight. commotion.Not only was there the chill of rain on his body, but also the smell of blood. Qiuyang couldn't pretend to ignore this, but she subconsciously agreed to his request.

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Qiuyang has lived alone in this brothel for 18 years, saying that she is alone because she does not have any innate intimate relationship with anyone here, just like a boat sailing on the bustling river, but It doesn't change the fact that it is alone.

When you think of 18 years, you will think that this is an extremely long time, but in the memory of the person involved, it is just a blink of an eye, and the years slipped away easily in joy and pain.The world is neither better nor worse than ever.Her face was polished by the time, and her gentle background became more and more obvious. However, this gentleness and honesty is not what is needed to make a living in the kiln. It has lost the coquettish attitude used to win the coveted and lustful eyes, so the pearl can only be wronged in the corner Cherish your warmth.But this is a situation where she has adjusted her mentality and is ready to face it. She is over thirty years old and no longer has a young and fresh body. In this kind of place, there will never be a shortage of young and pretty women. They have Some are charming and gentle, but they are all equally fresh and plump, just like juicy peaches just picked from the orchard.

Qiuyang is good at playing the pipa, which is famous in Beijing.When she still maintained her delicate appearance and was admired by men, it was just a trick to add to her beauty, but when she was forgotten and neglected, it became her survival skill, If it weren't for the fact that there are still many girls who need her to teach the skill of pipa, the old bustard might not give her a good face.

For the current situation, she takes it calmly. Every morning, she carefully dresses up like the most beautiful years, chooses a suit of clothes that fits, and teaches those girls who are about to bloom in a dignified manner.If she appeared on some elegant and noble occasions, others would treat her as a high-class person without any doubt.Occasionally, I would meet former benefactors. Some of them did not know her, and some had a good impression of her, and they talked to her politely and frivolously, but their eyes were usually not on this woman whose youth has passed There are too many stays on the body, and there are a lot of young and attractive girls waiting for them to pick, these are of course much more attractive than her.

When she came back from the band, she walked through the corridor on the third floor as usual, and the hall seemed to be more lively than before. The clear laughter like silver bells echoed in the air, almost rippling out of water.Yingying and Yanyan surrounded a person, expecting him to cast a different look at them, but he just stood alone in the crowd like a desolate and majestic jade mountain, isolated from the world by himself.Although the dragons who entered the flood group will not feel uncomfortable, they always look out of place.

What is such a person doing here?She slowed down, put her hand on the railing, and looked at the man curiously.The other party just happened to raise his head, and happened to meet her gaze.It was a handsome face belonging to a young man, but it was not ostentatious and lively, as if it had been frozen for thousands of years and had only just been unfrozen in a cold pool, with colorful scenery passing by without leaving any traces; only the pair of The eyes are emotional and warm, bringing together all the qualities of violets blooming in the ice and snow.

Qiuyang recognized that face, and recognized those gentle eyes a step earlier. Her hand unconsciously grasped the railing, her heart was out of control, beating hurriedly and anxiously, and played the sound of her heart popping out when she tried her hand. irregular notes.The young man smiled—it seemed that that smile was fleeting, and she couldn't be sure whether it ever existed.But what is certain is that he raised the hand that was not holding the folding fan, pointed to her from the air, and said a short sentence to the old bustard who was attentively waiting on the side.

There was a hint of confusion on the enthusiastic smile of the old bustard. She raised her head and glanced at the passing woman, which made Qiuyang realize something she hadn't expected.She suddenly felt tense, a bit like the momentary pain when the ovary is about to spit out the flower buds. She wondered if the flowers on the hairpin next to her ears were still in order, whether the rouge on her face was still bright, and whether the wrinkles on her clothes were smoothed out. , but it is not easy to act rashly in public.Her heart, which had been indifferent for a long time and lonely for a long time, suddenly jumped up again. It was a lie for a woman to say that she didn't care about her appearance.The fresh blood poured into the blood vessels, flowing briskly, and the colorful scenery revived in her spirit, vivid and bright.

The madam gave orders to disperse the surrounding girls, and led the boy upstairs.

The young man was wearing a lake-blue brocade robe. When he got closer, he was not tall, but he was tall and straight, with a cool and sassy look.He walked up at a leisurely pace, stepping on the drumbeat in her heart with every step.

The old bustard took her hand and told her painstakingly that she must take good care of this distinguished guest.Her fat and short hands rested on her shoulders affectionately, and she showed that bright and friendly smile again after a few years.In her eyes, Qiuyang turned into a cash cow again, shining golden, even a ambiguous smile could turn into endless gold.

Qiuyang smiled quietly, and nodded slightly to signal her reassurance.

Before the bustard went downstairs, he saluted the young man. The young man bowed slightly in return, and he was very personable, showing the good cultivation of a nobleman from a family. This fully made up for his lack of expressionless face. cause any displeasure to others.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes that night, Qiuyang would never have imagined that there would be a bloody storm hidden behind the handsome nobleman in front of him.At the same time, she was a little unspeakably proud, which was a tacit secret between the two of them.After the old bustard had completely walked downstairs, he took a step forward and smiled slightly.This time Qiuyang saw it clearly, it was indeed a smile that was not mixed with any magazines, as if it was a ray of clear sunlight that could dissolve the frost, making the slightly stern face vivid.

Qiuyang asked softly, "Is your injury healed?"

"I'm not hurt," his voice was still deep and pleasant in memory, "That's not my blood." This familiar voice dragged back her soul that was still in a trance and drifted away from her body, confirming the reality of her memory sex.

"That's good." She said softly, pretending to be casual, and asked out of courtesy, "I didn't have time to ask your name last time, what's your name?"

He blinked once, his thick eyelashes fluttered quickly, Wen Tun said: "My surname is Wen, and I am thirteenth at home, so you can call me thirteenth."