The beautiful luthier and her dream lover

In mid-to-late June, rafting on the blue waves, the lotus is in full bloom.

In the depths of the lotus root flower, the flying bird skimmed over the water, raised its short front legs and stared blankly at the girl in the light clothes and long hair reaching her waist.

There is a peach blossom wine smell in the air, intertwined with the fresh lotus leaf fragrance, brewing a unique summer freshness.

The warm wind slowly swayed across the calm lake, disturbing the girl's thin embroidered underwear, her delicate figure was revealed in the wind, the pure white collar was slightly opened, revealing a small piece of snow-white skin.

She leaned lazily on the small wine table, propping her mouth with one hand, and shaking the clear peach blossom wine in the cup with the other, watching the silly little fat Jiu fall headlong into the stacked lotus leaves, and fly up dizzy.

The girl smiled suddenly, her laughter was nice.

After drinking for three rounds, she slightly squinted her rippling water eyes, seemed displeased, frowned and let out a soft hum.It's not like dissatisfaction, but more like a helpless coquettish.

Not far away, a woman paddled a boat and came. When she looked closely, she was slender and long-legged. She was beautiful and coquettish. Her snowy hair was as beautiful as a waterfall, and her face was so young that she smiled innocently. Harmful.

Relying on the length of her legs, she put down the oars and stepped over to the girl's side lightly, holding a flower she picked from nowhere in her hand: "Zhou Zhou, I'll give it to you."

The lily swayed gently in the wind, and the watery eyes of the girl she called "Zhou Zhou" splashed layers of amazement. She was happy to see her, and the annoyance of that idea and others had long since dissipated.

Her eyes fell slightly on her pajamas, which seemed not very restrained. She didn't expect to appear in such a dress this time. On the other hand, the woman's clothes were neat, and she slightly pursed her lips, which were as delicate as petals, forming a line: "Ah Jing, you are late again."

"Then I'll punish myself with three cups?" She took the wine cup that the young girl held tightly in her jade fingers, and it happened that the young girl took the lily flower she handed over with care.

The pure and noble fragrance of lilies overflowed, she lowered her head and took a sip, a slight smile appeared on her indifferent face: "Okay, you punish yourself with three cups."

There was still half a cup left in the cup, the girl smiled and lifted the jug to refill it for her, wanting to see her accept the punishment.

His eyes were implicitly glued to the white jade cup, staring at the woman's movement of raising her head, seeing the smooth and beautiful lines of her jaw, and her delicate, snow-white and fragile neck. She raised her eyes slightly, and watched her thin lips kiss the rim of the cup.

The tip of the heart was hot, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the wine pool unintentionally, and a crisp and numb feeling rose up.

She couldn't hold back, and took advantage of the man drinking into her throat, and secretly kissed the pure white lily.

Slightly sweet.

She smiled and brushed the full-blooming petals with her fingertips, drank three cups of the day, the tip of her tongue was pleased by the peach blossom wine, and her long and narrow fox eyes were three-pointed: "Zhouzhou, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Yeah. I'm in a good mood." The two of them were so good that we couldn't distinguish between you and me. In the blink of an eye, the girl softened her waist and lay down in her arms: "I'm in a good mood when I see you. If one day you disappear, what should I do?" ?”

"I won't disappear." Zhou Jing hooked her black and soft hair with his fingertips: "I will always be with Zhou Zhou."

How far is forever?The girl didn't ask.The indifference between her eyebrows and eyes was like melting ice and snow, reflecting the softest and most charming at this age. She lay on the woman's body, her apricot eyes filled with affection: "Is the peach blossom wine delicious?"

"Want to taste it?" Zhou Jing caressed her delicate lower lip leisurely, lowered his head and bit it lightly twice, his breath slightly confused: "Do you want to taste it?"

The girl was distracted for a moment by her question, and when she regained consciousness a little bit, she saw Ah Jing smiling like a successful little fox. She liked her smile very much, and was willing to coax her to laugh, so she restrained her sweet and soft voice: " Want to taste."

"beg me."

She was slightly taken aback.

The daytime scenery loosely encircled her waist, and the warmth of each other came through the light and thin clothes. She looked at the girl's exquisite and beautiful pajamas, and the feeling in her heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, making her want to ignore it regardless. Peel it off.

She parted her thin lips lightly, half teasing: "Zhouzhou, beg me quickly."

The sight she looked over was like boiling water, which made the girl's reserved heart lose her composure.

Ah Jing was born good-looking, that kind of good-looking is not a magnificence that mortals can possess, it seems to grow on all the points that can disturb her heart, when she looks at her, she bewitches her body and mind.

The summer wind stirred up the humidity of the lake, and she heard her trembling voice: "Please, Ah Jing, give me a taste."

Embarrassment welled up, and at the next moment, lips and tongue were entwined, lost in confusion.

The peach blossom wine is really fragrant.

Fragrant, soft and smooth, it makes people want to eat.

The girl's faint snort was blown away by the wind, until the pajamas were crumpled, she was awakened by a strange wave of emotion, her delicate lips opened and closed, panting heavily.

Zhou Jing continued to be interested, caressing her young delicate body: "Zhou Zhou, who am I?"

This question came suddenly, but it was not impossible to answer.The girl is used to being indifferent in front of others, but facing this person alone, she has an elegant and charming atmosphere in the world.

Her face was like a peach blossom, with a slight charm at the end of her eyes, ignoring Zhou Jing's dishonesty, her slender fingers pinched her pointed jaw, and she spoke clearly and sincerely: "A Jing, she is the lover of my dreams. "

It is precisely because she is the lover in the dream that she is allowed to do whatever she wants.

This answer was expected, and Dayi Jing was noncommittal.

After a while, the girl couldn't stand her frivolity, looked at her shyly, and pressed her wrist with one hand: "Aren't you satisfied?"

Meeting her, Zhou Jing never knew how to write the word "contentment".She raised her eyebrows: "How can a lover not be flirtatious?"

When she said it outrightly, Qin Ji was amused by her, and softly rubbed her tender ears: "Ah Jing, please spare me a moment, I want to play the piano for you."

"Okay." Zhou Jing let go of the hand that was restraining her waist, Qin Ji straightened her clothes, Hengqin was in front.Lightly tap with your fingertips, and the sound of the piano curls up.

Raising her eyebrows by chance, she looked at Zhou Jing's gentle and doting eyes, and her heart couldn't help being sweet.

She taught her piano, and she taught her a lot of poetry and books. She taught her a lot, such as reading, writing, playing the piano, knowing the etiquette, even if she is in love with someone, she taught her hand in hand.

The full of affection couldn't be hidden, and after the song was over, Qin Ji tilted her head and smiled at her: "Ah Jing, why are you in my dream?"

Zhou Jing was full of love and compassion, and got up and sat beside her: "My Zhou Zhou cried into a little cat, how could I not come to accompany you?"

Cry like a little cat.Qin Ji's thoughts were flying: the only time she cried like a little cat was when she was about eight years old.

……

Across the wall, the sound of quarreling came. The little girl looked indifferent, bit her lip, and got down from the wooden bed barefoot with the kitten in her arms, eavesdropping on her ears.

The woman negotiated the price with a loud voice: "No way! 30 taels is too little! 50 taels!"

"50 taels? 50 taels is too much, you don't want to open your mouth like a lion. Besides, the girl is so small, it's hard to say whether it's worth 50 taels."

"Why isn't it worth it? Now I'm in a hurry to spend money so I don't care if you ask for 50 taels. Such a little beauty will not be worth this price in a few years. You better think about it!"

"I've never seen you do business like this, 50 taels is too..."

The voice gradually weakened.

After a quarter of an hour, after listening to the general idea, she put down the cat and tiptoed out of the room.

"Hey? Sister? Sister, why are you running away?!"

As soon as her breath was stagnant, she secretly hated her brother for causing trouble, and her mother wanted to sell her into a brothel, so could she not run away?

It was raining, and she ran out of the house. The woman woke up and led the men to chase after her fiercely.

The long street could not be seen at a glance, the drizzle was falling, the small stones abraded her feet, and she dared not stop bleeding from the soles of her feet.

Brothels are places where people cannibalize. No matter how good a girl enters the place, she has to rely on her skin and flesh to earn money. When she gets old and frail, she cannot escape being wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.

She was frightened to death, wishing she could have two more legs, and rushed to the door of Liuyan Hall in one go, just in time to bump into the owner of the hall who came out of the carriage.

Looking at each other, she was pale and embarrassed, and shouted before the woman slapped her: "I promise! I promise to enter the museum!"

I ran into this young owner on the street yesterday. The owner saw that her slender fingers were a good candidate for piano learning, and he was interested in recruiting people.

After receiving the invitation from the Liuyan Hall, before I had time to tell the woman about it, I first saw the malicious intentions of the woman.

She refused to call her mother, probably thinking that this fierce woman was not worthy of being her mother.The mother and daughter don't look alike either.She was naturally cold and disliked her so-called relatives, so between life and death, she chose life without hesitation.

Entering the Liuyan Hall is life.

Liuyan Hall is also known as the Four Arts Hall. It is an elegant place, and it is incomparable with brothels.

With the owner of the hall, Qin Ji entered the hall and became an apprentice of Liuyan Hall, and with the backing of Liuyan Hall, the matter of being sold into a brothel was settled.

There was a lot of trouble during the day, and she lay on the bed late at night, and just fell asleep after crying.

It was also this night that she met her Ah Jing in her dream.

Ah Jing is her benefactor. Before she was 13 years old, she could not see her face but only heard her voice. After 13 years old, she gradually understood what is amazing and fell in love with her.

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"Zhou Zhou, do you believe in past and present lives?"

"Trust." The girl drank a glass of wine slowly, her almond eyes sparkled: "In my previous life, I must have been an excellent, excellent, and kind person to be lucky enough to meet such a good lover as Ah Jing."

Thinking of her achievements in the previous life, Zhou Jing laughed, and held her tightly with his hands: "Zhou Zhou is indeed a rare kind-hearted person."

"You always call me Zhou Zhou, is Zhou Zhou the small character you named for me?" Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her coldness disappeared.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, most of the small characters of Jufan women were written by their parents or husbands.Hearing the string song and knowing the elegant meaning, Zhou Jing smiled deeply: "Yes. It's your small characters."

Qin Ji was so coaxed by her that the smile in her eyes never faded, her limp arms wrapped around the beauty's neck: "Ah Jing, I'm thirsty, feed me wine."

"it is good."

The cool wine slid down the corners of his mouth, wet his chin and neck, and gradually moistened his slightly open collar, and the scent of wine bloomed in the snow.

She lay there powerlessly, not minding the faint scenery on her chest being peeked at, she smiled softly and gracefully, and clung tightly to the back of her sweetheart's neck: "Ah Jing, have you ever entered someone else's dream? I am normal, treat others?"

Zhou Jing's consciousness was in a trance, and all kinds of past lives flashed in her mind. She slightly opened her lips, but before she could speak, her lips were bitten hard.

Qin Ji stood up indifferently: "You are hesitating."

Even though she knew it was a dream, her heart still felt sour, and she waited to hear a reasonable explanation, never thinking that her consciousness would spin away from the dream quickly.

During the day, the sun is just right.

The girl sleeping at the desk opened her eyes in bewilderment, and after a while, the confusion disappeared, and she bit the corner of her lips in annoyance.

A voice shouted from outside the door: "Qin Ji, Qin Ji, what are you doing?"