picked up a little dumb

The eldest son of the An family is romantic by nature, gentle and suave, his family background and character are well-known, and he is well-known far and near as a romantic son.

On this day, he came to the south of the Yangtze River with a few friends. They were all young and wealthy sons. When they came out to play, it was inevitable that they would not want to try something new. There is no need to talk about the matter of looking for flowers and willows. They are already familiar in the capital. Several people felt a little uninterested in the matter.

The young master of the Bai family has always had a lot of bad ideas. After a little thought, he came up with an idea, and suggested to a few people: "I know there is a fun place here, which is secret and clean. It is a place where our house is located. Secret industry, are you interested in going to enjoy it?"

"I know it's good for you to hide it," An Yang retracted his fan, lightly hit Bai Xiaonan's shoulder with the fan, looked at the rest of the people and said, "What do you think?"

Those few people hang out with them on weekdays. Seeing that one of them is willing to entertain and the other is interested in going, of course they are also willing to follow them to see and see, and they echoed: "Of course I want to go and have a look. I don't have a chance, now that Mr. An is here, he can be regarded as taking out all these good things."

An Yang shook his fan away and said with a smile, "Since I have won this honor, I must go and have a look."

Bai Xiaonan had known him since childhood, so she was not polite to him, went up to put his arms around his shoulders, laughed loudly and said, "Storage will open your eyes."

Several people set off on their own. Those who rode horses rode horses, those who sat in sedan chairs sat in sedan chairs, and Bai Xiaonan rode a black horse to lead the way. The group of people walked through the city in a chic way, but they just passed by in the downtown area and turned into a small town. The alley, the further you go, the less it looks like a place with businesses.

Finally, Bai Xiaonan stopped at the door of a mansion without a plaque. He got off his horse and knocked on the door a few times, like a signal. After a while, someone came to open the door. He opened the small door and took a look, exclaimed : "The young master is here."

Immediately, the gate opened, and Bai Xiaonan led them with their horses and strode in. Soon someone came out to greet Bai Xiaonan, who bowed to Bai Xiaonan, and Bai Xiaonan waved his hand: "Okay, I brought a few friends over, you Let's see if we can arrange some good ones."

"Yes, yes, let's arrange it and keep it to everyone's satisfaction."

They passed through the front hall and walked in, and found that although the house looked small from the outside, it was very deep inside. There was a row of long corridors behind the front hall. The space is well-proportioned and exquisite, and it doesn't look like a place dedicated to having fun.

Walking through this promenade, there is a small garden at the back. A small pool was dug out in the center of the garden, and there was faint heat from above. It presumably brought in hot spring water for people to enjoy at any time. Only here, this courtyard has a It's kind of ambiguous.

In ordinary people's homes, who would dig a hot spring pool in an open-air garden?

An Yang nodded and smiled, seeing those people walking slowly and falling behind, he was about to choose a place to sit down and wait, when he just sat down, he heard the faint sound of a piano.

An Yang looked around and found that just behind the hot spring, there was a taller tree, which was supposed to be used as a shelter, and the sound of the piano came from behind the small forest.

Seeing that those people were not in a hurry, he walked to the back of the forest by himself, detoured and walked through the forest. There was a series of small houses connected behind him. Looking at the style and structure, he knew that it was not for guests. they live.

He searched for the sound of the zither, and saw a door in a room that was ajar, and the sound of the zither came from inside.

The door was not completely closed, and the angle of the stand was appropriate, so that one could see what was going on inside, but it was not easy to see the outside from the inside, presumably it was intentional to make the people in the room more nervous.

An Yang probed his head and saw a shirtless young man kneeling with his back facing him. In front of him was the guzheng. He was not playing it now, but he seemed to be crying while covering his face. An Yang was wondering why he was crying. A person standing not far behind him came over, whipped him with a loose whip in his hand, and reprimanded him: "Still crying! You can't practice such a simple piece of music well! Let's see who you can please!" Happy?"

"I'm sorry." The young man sobbed, his voice was very clear, and there was some crying at this time, aggrieved, which made people feel very distressed, "That word was changed too embarrassingly, I really can't sing it... "

"What embarrassment! What are you, you were born to be made to do this! When the time comes, you can lie down and lie down, why are you pretending to be chaste with me?!" The man who disciplined him probably had no patience. Answering, the whip in his hand was raised again, as if to give him a good meal.

The boy covered his face and didn't dare to hide, but he also bit his lips and kept silent. The sound of the whip hitting the flesh seemed extremely painful.

An Yang was not a nosy person, and he didn't know what was going on today. With a thought, he pushed the door and went in. He cleared his throat and asked, "What's going on?"

The one who hit the person subconsciously stopped his hand, and when he looked back, it was someone he didn't recognize, but seeing that he was well-dressed and imposing, he seemed to be not an ordinary person, so he subconsciously changed his tone of respect: "My lord, you How did you come here? This is not where you came from, I’ll take you to the front first, and I’ll send you there in a while if you like anything.”

"Then what if... I like him?" An Yang took the time to look at the boy. The boy was sitting on the ground stupidly. When he saw him looking at him, he hurriedly pulled off his clothes to cover him, with a hint of shame on his face. red.

"This..." The guard glanced at the young man in embarrassment, then at An Yang, and said hesitantly: "He has just been sent here not long ago, and we haven't fully taught him yet, so I'm afraid we won't be able to satisfy you. No... Look, should I change it?"

"It's okay, I'll just take care of him. You young master Bai said that I can choose whatever I want. I have chosen this one. Don't you agree?" An Yang opened his fan and slapped himself, pretending to be dissatisfied.

When the man heard that he was a guest brought by Young Master Bai, he immediately laughed harder, wondering: "Because it is the guest brought by Young Master, we dare not neglect, this child... I am afraid that you are really dissatisfied , we can't afford it."

"It's okay, don't worry, even if there is anything, it has nothing to do with you." An Yang tapped him with a fan, and said in a warning tone: "Don't embarrass him, put his clothes on and send him to my room in a while. "

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the guard didn't dare to persuade him anymore, so he complied.

An Yang walked towards the front yard, and met Bai Xiaonan and his group who had finally wandered into the small garden. Several people couldn't find him, and asked him where he was going. An Yang stroked his fan and smiled, "Of course it's an adventure."

Seeing Bai Xiaonan grinning badly at him, he added: "You don't need to arrange someone for me later, I've already found a good one."

"I knew it." Bai Xiaonan laughed out loud twice, "This time it will save me worry."

An Yang chuckled twice, shook his head, thinking of the young man just now, he always felt familiar, he couldn't tell he felt a sense of pity, and he didn't bother to ask anything else. Wanting to protect him, although he knows that most of the places have their own rules, but he can't control any rules or irregularities.

Several people said that they should go back to the room to change clothes and have a rest. They were really tired from the journey for a few days. An Yang went back to the room. Not long after he sat down, someone knocked on his door.

He called out, "Come in."

The door opened, and another man who looked like a butler came in first, bowed slightly to An Yang, and smiled earnestly: "Master, the person you want has been brought to you."

He turned his head and waved to the people behind him, and said softly, "Come over and salute the master."

The boy had already put on a full suit of clothes, but compared to the previous one, it was better not to wear the clothes. They were all made of extremely thin silk material, which was almost transparent when worn, and added a layer of weight on the key points. Half-hidden, more seductive.

The young man knelt down in front of him, and whispered to the floor: "Ning'er, slave, please greet me."

An Yang closed his fan, raised his chin with the handle, looked at his slightly frightened expression, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, look at me, tell me, what's your name?"

Ning'er raised her head, her eyes were flickering, her eyelashes were long, her eyes were pitch black, and she was as clear as a newborn animal. She timidly raised her eyes and glanced at An Yang, then lowered her eyes quickly, and whispered, "The slave is called Ning'er."

"A good boy, why does he call himself a slave?" An Yang frowned, looked at the boy, and asked the guard behind him.

"Well... this is to make him develop a habit, realize what he is, and understand his identity earlier." The guard said with a smile.

"Well, I understand, you go down." An Yang ordered, the man agreed, and closed the door tightly after exiting, An Yang turned his head and said to the boy: "Get up, there is no need for me to stay here." I can't get used to those rules."

"Really?" The young man stood up and showed him a naive and shy smile. His eyes were crooked, and he could see that he was still immature. He asked full of expectation: "Is it really possible?"

"I've said it all, of course it can." An Yang smiled and reached out to embrace him.

The young man is still a little green, obviously he hasn't adapted to his identity yet, unlike those actors and prostitutes who are used to being greeted and sent off, seeing An Yang smiling warmly, he just slowly sat next to him, Dare or embarrassed to sit directly on his lap.

An Yang didn't mind either, and instead put his arms around his shoulders. The young man's shoulders were still very narrow, and he didn't know if he didn't grow them, or he thought of some way to make him like this on purpose.

"What song was Ning'er practicing just now? Why is she being beaten all the time?" An Yang lifted a lock of his hair, put it in front of him and smelled it.

Ning'er flinched when she remembered just now, and replied honestly: "Just now... just now I was learning a piece of music, and I couldn't remember the words, so I made the supervisor angry, so I will be punished. Thank you, thank you Master speaks out to save me, otherwise I don’t know how many times I will have to endure it.”

"Ah, that's it. Then Ning'er has to learn to be smarter in the future, so that she will be beaten less in the future."

Ning'er was slightly taken aback when she heard this, and asked with red eyes: "Then from now on...Master, will you come again in the future?"

An Yang shook his fan, rubbed his face with the fan, and whispered in his ear: "You are good at playing the tune, I will come to listen to you play the tune later."

"Really?" Ning'er raised her eyes, a pair of black eyes looked at him wetly, her eyelashes flickered, full of serious expectation, so clear, so innocent, An Yang never expected to see such a pair of eyes here His eyes froze for a moment.

"Really." An Yang looked away, agreed to him wrongly, and slapped the fan as if feeling hot. He remembered his father's last entrustment before he left Beijing: When he comes back from this trip, Miss Zhao's It's time to get married.

After he goes back, he will set off immediately to meet his relatives.

But Ning Ning looked at him sincerely, thinking that he was really hot, took the fan and fanned him vigorously.

In the next few days, An Yang hardly ever went out, entangled with Ning'er in the room every day, watching him practice the piano, watching him dance, taking him to eat things that are not allowed to eat, enjoying the joy of fish and water, But he didn't feel that he was prostitute, maybe because he was Ning'er's first man, he couldn't treat Ning'er as a plaything for making a living, and treated him more like a friend who needed to be cared for.

Ning'er has never seen any other man except the discipline here. She thought that the guests would be scary, but she didn't want An Yang to be so gentle and take care of him everywhere. quoted as truth.

He said he would come back, he said he would come to listen to himself playing the piano again.

These veterans in the field of love all said too much what they were used to, and Ning Ning believed everything verbatim.

Before leaving, he said that he would find a way to take him out of here, and Ningning believed it.

Since An Yang left, he no longer needs to be supervised by anyone. Ning Ning practiced the piano hard from morning to night. He put in three points more effort than others in all his homework, including his most unacceptable work in bed. Facing the cynicism of his companions, He never listens to a word, let alone writes.

Mr. An said he would come again, so he would come again.How could he forget himself? Didn't he promise to practice the tune before playing it to him?

Ning Ning waited and waited, looking forward to the day when An Yang married his wife.

The news of An Yang marrying a wife spread throughout the capital, but it failed to reach Ning Ning's ears. On the night of his bridal chamber, Ning'er appeared as the headliner for the first time.

He was covered with a red hijab, and was carried into the newly furnished guest room like a bride, but his heart was as heavy as death, and he could hardly breathe.

That night, no matter how long he had practiced serving kung fu, he couldn't use it at all. He could only grit his teeth and be tossed to death silently by dissatisfied guests.

Ning Ning was carried back half dead with scars all over her body, and was punished all night by the dissatisfied guards. Since then, although she did not die, she only had half her life left.

He only had half his life, but Ning Ning was reluctant to die. He held his breath and waited for An Yang to pick him up.

He still refused to believe that the man was so kind to him, how could he lie to him.

The senior who came out two years earlier than him came to see him, and persuaded him earnestly: "What the guests say, they forget after they say it. Why do you have to remember it? You remember it so clearly, but it only makes yourself more painful."

"Brother Ah Wu, thank you for coming to see me. I understand what you said, but if I forget about myself, then there is really nothing left between us?"

Ning'er leaned weakly on the head of the bed, but her eyes were still clear. When An Yang was mentioned, a long-lost light flashed in her eyes.

Ah Wu sighed, and poured him a bowl of half-cold tea from the small teapot. Ning'er drank it gratefully, but coughed up most of it.

In the end, Ah Wu beat him almost to death, rushed to Young Master Bai, and begged him to ask Mr. An if he still remembered such a person, day and night, waiting for him to listen that piece.

An Yang is still here.

When he arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, Ning Ning had already struggled to sit up. When the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, An Yang pushed the door and walked in. He grabbed his hand and said sadly, "Why are you so stupid?"

"I'm not stupid," Ning Ning coughed, her breath was already weak, An Yang could only barely hear what he said by putting her ear against his lips.

"Didn't you come? Then I was right. I finally waited for you. Unfortunately, I can't play the piano for you anymore." Ning Ning coughed for a while every time she said a word, and her weak voice was even worse. It was easy to be understood, but An Yang understood. His eyes were red, and he suddenly understood what he had failed.

"In the next life, if there is a next time, you must...you must come to see me early. If you meet me again, you must take me away early...take me away, okay?"

Ning'er couldn't finish the last sentence, and his throat couldn't make a sound, only the murmur of his lips squirmed, which made An Yang understand the sentence.

"Okay, I swear, if there is a next life, I will definitely take you home." An Yang choked with sobs, and held his hand tightly, but he no longer had the strength to hold it back.

But when Ning'er finally closed his eyes, he had a smile on his face. He knew that what he had been waiting for had finally come.

He couldn't wait, and wanted to enter the next life.

This time, hopefully, he won't have to wait too long.

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