Jianghu Tired Brigade

Qingling laughed, pulling the scars on her face, which was a bit ferocious, but her eyes were black and white, clear and indifferent: "Young master is very lucky, and that girl is also very lucky."

Hong Xiao couldn't help laughing, and asked back: "It's fine to say that I'm lucky, but why she caused me such trouble is considered a blessing."

Qing Ling said: "The young master is willing to show his true nature in front of that girl, doesn't it mean that he already regards that girl as a harbor and trusts her wholeheartedly?"

Hong Xiao said with a smile: "In this way, I also took advantage of it, so why did I attract others."

Qingling's indifferent expression suddenly darkened, and she sighed in disappointment: "How could it not be a blessing to be cared about so much?"

Hong Xiao was stunned, she couldn't understand before, why with Yizhanghong's proud temperament, she would stay by her side for several years, scolding endlessly, but picking up the mess for her at the same time.Up to now, even if Qingling's words made her heart tremble slightly, she still didn't want to think about it.

People are gone, so what's the point of thinking about this matter thoroughly?

Hong Xiao took the wine glass and drank the tangy liquor in one gulp.The scorching liquid fell down the throat into the stomach, and the hot breath spread in the stomach, and then flew up to the top of the head, and the objects in the vision became blurred.Hong Xiao raised his chin, opened and closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to listen to the story of Miss Qingling, why did she tell you so many things?"

Qingling got up, went back to the piano table and sat down, looked at the guqin in front of him, with a concentrated and deep expression, and said for a long time: "The little girl played the piano in the Langui boat since she was a child. There is no wonderful story. The daily What is new is only when you learn a new piece of music, or a wealthy guest appreciates a good piano."

Hong Xiao drank some of the cold tea, and the churning heat in his stomach finally subsided a little.It's just that under the combination of cold and heat, the taste is not good.

Qingling continued: "One day, a young man came, thin and small, but his eyes rolled quickly, and he looked shrewd. He invited me to accompany him. ...is also good..."

Qing Ling's voice lowered.

Hong Xiao walked over unsteadily, sat on the ground opposite Qing Ling, stared at her face across the piano table, there was no disgust in her eyes, only pity and sympathy: "Such injuries are not sharp weapons."

Under Hong Xiaoning's and quiet eyes, Qing Ling felt a soreness in her chest, she lowered her head to avoid her gaze, her voice was trembling: "It's the hairpin."

Hong Xiao frowned: "It's so deep."

Qingling's eyes were hot, and she hurriedly plucked the strings lightly. The guqin made a low sound, matching the somewhat depressing atmosphere in the room. She said in a muffled voice: "Well, that person gave me this piano, he said This piano has no name or surname, it only occupies a long time, so let me not dislike it. I... a person like me, who is loved by him, how can I dislike it? I am so happy that I put my favorite hairpin Pull it out as a gift in return."

However, Hong Xiao felt a little embarrassed when he thought of Xiangsi pulling the wooden hairpin by force.Others were all in love with each other and gave gifts to each other, but she was snatched by a junior.Now I don't know where Acacia is, what is the situation.Hong Xiao felt ashamed, angry and worried for a moment.

Qingling's story comes to this point, just like all the romances between amorous young masters and top cards, it seems to be complete.But the horrific scars on Qingling's face clearly told others that the story was not that simple.

The eyes of the woman in front of her were both sweet and sad, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in memories, so illusory that it would shatter under the slightest touch.

Hong Xiao said drunkenly: "And then?"

Qing Ling twitched the corners of her mouth, showing an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "At that time, I cared about him wholeheartedly, and hoped that he would come every day. I played the piano, and he told me some weird and strange things. Tell me, the world is a sphere, if you go straight along a road, you will return to the original place one day.”

Such words are really strange, even Hong Xiao heard it for the first time: "If the world is a sphere, then we are on top, how can we stand firm."

Qing Ling said: "I asked him the same way at that time, and he said that there is some kind of force under the ground that sucks us all to the ground."

Hong Xiao opened his eyes wide and was a little stunned: "Is this some strange story?"

Qing Ling was amused by her appearance, and the heaviness and sadness in her body instantly eased a lot: "He always likes to say these far-fetched things, he is different from me, and everyone I have seen. No matter how whimsical Her strange novels are not as novel as the world in his words. I love to listen to her stories. When she speaks, her voice is clear and clear, just like the most beautiful piano music. But stories are always stories. One day I finally endured I couldn’t help but mentioned the matter of redemption to him. I told him that I was willing to give him all my life savings, and I only wished to come and be free, and stay with him and fly together.”

The previous buoyancy had all dissipated at this time, and Qing Ling's voice was so weak that it seemed to be cut off every moment: "But he asked me to find a good man to marry in the future, he is not mine. Beloved. He said, he is not from this era, he doesn't even belong to this world, he can't bear my love..." Qing Ling bit her lip, tears welled up in her eyes: "How could he... bully people like this..."

Hong Xiao sighed lightly: "This is really a bit deceptive. The girl treats each other with sincerity, but he is still full of nonsense, trying to go too far."

"He said that he wanted to leave this city and go to a bigger world to find a way to return to the original world. He was willing to redeem me as a farewell. I told him that I was willing to leave with him, whether it was to It doesn't matter where, or which weird world he goes to, as long as he has such a mind, I am willing to serve him by his side, wherever he goes." Qingling said with tears: "But this is a thief, this is a thief... "

"Why are you teasing me like this..."

"He stretched out his hand and held my hairpin in his palm. He led my hand and put it on his chest. I was stunned and let him put the hairpin back into my hand. He said, the girl really wants to , I am truly ashamed.”

"I am ashamed to accept it, oh, I am ashamed to accept it."

"He turned and left, but the sorrow in my heart made me unable to breathe. I held up the hairpin like a demon."

Qing Ling gritted her teeth, trembling all over, Hong Xiao stretched out his palm, stroking her back, comforting her softly.After a long while, Qingling raised her head, her eyes were red, and she slowly squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "Since he is a woman, why did he come to provoke me?"

Hong Xiao's hands stopped, and he became a little embarrassed.

She is also a woman, and she disguised herself as a man out of convenience.Talking with a brothel woman for so long, I feel somewhat "provoking".

Hong Xiao smiled sheepishly, withdrew her hand, and silently turned the guqin between the two of them for a circle, gently holding and slowly twisting, a brisk tune flowed out from her hands.

Qingling gradually calmed down. After all, over the years, her heart has become more and more proficient in numbing herself.

After the sound of the qin stopped, Hong Xiao abandoned the guqin and sighed: "Sure enough, playing music is not as easy as listening to music."

Qingling wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and said, "I'm sorry, let the young master laugh."

Hong Xiao said with a smile: "Miss Qingling doesn't need to be so sad, even if that person is a woman, if the girl really cares about her, the two of you may not be unable to stay together."

Qing Ling smiled miserably, only thinking that Hong Xiao said some random words to ease her heart: "Two women?"

"In larger cities, many brothel women often lean on each other, cuddling up like husband and wife, which is called anti-food. The friendship between them may not be less than that between men and women."

Qingling said: "I look at you, young master, but he doesn't look like someone who is used to hanging around brothels."

Hong Xiao said with a smile: "Such rumors are not only heard in brothels. I like to wander around. I go to many places. Of course, I also hear more strange things."

"Outside...do you feel tired, Master?" Qing Ling said, thinking of the girl who wanted to travel to a bigger world.

"Probably yes, but walking all the way, seeing the openness of the world all the way, I can't care about anything. Every time I go to a new scenery, my heart seems to be a bit wider, and I can accommodate everything. Tired."

Qingling sighed: "No matter how broad your heart is, there is no traveler in your heart. Don't you feel lonely, young master?"

Hong Xiao was taken aback, she had never thought about such a question.She was used to running around, even if she occasionally stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the town, she felt empty and empty, she always thought it was because the scenery was not enough to satisfy her.Hong Xiao kept walking, constantly looking for more majestic and magnificent mountains and rivers, but he still couldn't smooth out the silence in his heart.

Yizhanghong died, and the hole in her heart seemed to be torn open, and she felt more and more at a loss.

If you see a lot of mountains and rivers, the sights are just ordinary scenery, and if you hear a lot of stories, it will always be other people's wonderful things.

It's just that I'm used to going forward and constantly driving myself to go further.

Somewhat dull.

Maybe the girl in Qingling's story is right, the world is a circle, and after a long walk, it will always return to its original place.

However, Master and Yizhanghong will never be seen again in this world, and Hong Xiao can no longer find the place he wants to go back to.

Not necessarily so, although Yizhanghong left, but left behind a well-behaved apprentice to accompany Hong Xiao.

Yizhanghong named her Acacia, but in those few years, who was she thinking about?

Hong Xiao faintly felt that he was about to grasp some secret, but he still didn't dare to think about it.

The corners of her lips were pursed and loosened several times, and her expression became more and more complicated. After a long time, she sighed: "I can't explain things like that more clearly."

The author has something to say:

I don't know who stipulated it, anyway, time travel is as popular as a cold.