so many crushes

The third scene is that the luthier went down the mountain to look for the son of the Taifu, but found out that he was going to get married in the market.

Shu Mufeng stood in front of a luxurious mansion, his expression was as indifferent as ever, but there was an unspeakable sadness all over his body, his lips were pale due to illness, and he pursed them tightly, as if he would show weakness inadvertently.After staring deeply, he gave a wry smile and left without looking back.

The picture freezes on his thin and thin back.

He Qiduo felt empty in his heart, as if he was the luthier.What is the pain?At least there is still a heart that can hurt, but if the heart is empty, it will never hurt again.

Scene [-]: Taifu's Mansion.

He Qiduo pointed hesitantly at the pile of porcelain in front of him, and said uncertainly, "This...really fell? Won't you ask me to lose money?"

Yu Xun gave him a blank look, "Of course you don't need it, it was specially bought for you, just for this scene."

He Qiduo trembled, "But I will have a disturbed conscience."

Yu Xun approached him and said word by word: "Then, please, ok, ok, act. Try to drop only one piece, NG is big."

He Qiduo, with disheveled blue hair and red eyes, paced up and down the room, suddenly grabbed the blue and white porcelain teapot on the table and threw it to the ground.

"I said I won't marry the princess if I die! Don't say I'm under house arrest for a year, even if I live my whole life, I will only love him!"

"I love him, whenever and wherever, only him."

"Hehe... a relic."

His face turned pale in vain, his whole body exuded a dead air, his lips trembled, as if he was muttering to himself.

It was a poem he wrote on silk for the qin master.A year passed, and the luthier was left unattended, accompanied, and healed.He just never wanted to believe that the man was dead.Whether the so-called relics are true or not, they are enough to wake him up.

In the last scene, the luthier sits alone in the pavilion and plays the piano until dawn passes away.

The strings of the qin have been broken, the young master has passed away, the tears left on the body of the qin are still wet, and there is a line of blood on the side of the table:

May you be safe and happy, and have no worries in your life.

"Crap!" Jiang Weiwan shouted excitedly: "It's over, it's over! Ouch, after five days of exhaustion, it's finally consummated! Everyone has worked hard!"

Before Jiang Weiwan could finish his sentence, He Qiduo hurriedly took off his heavy Chinese clothes, leaving only a sweat-soaked obscene clothes, he tried his best to fan the wind with his hands, looking exhausted.

Seeing his pity, Yu Xun said mercifully, "Tonight I'll invite everyone to dinner to celebrate the successful conclusion of the first cosplay of this semester."

Gu Yi suddenly jumped in front of Yu Xun, "President! Will there be a reward if the video hits 30 views?"

"What reward do you want?" Yu Xun frowned, his tone obviously suspicious.

"Seeking benefits, interaction between CPs!"

Yu Xun stroked his forehead, "Let's talk about it later."

During the dinner, He Qiduo saw that Chu Mu had naturally become a part of eating and drinking, and couldn't help joking, "Where has Chu Mu been slacking off lately?"

Yu Xun glanced at their positions inadvertently, and Chu Mu waved his hands again and again, "I'm teaching a relative's children, just for a few days. The president knows about this, and I asked him for leave."

Gu Yi "tsk tsk" a few times, and said sadly: "Oh, we few cheap laborers have been running around for several days in exchange for a pitiful meal. How can we be as lucky as a deputy co-operative who can eat and drink for free?"

Yu Xun interrupted their conversation, "Order."

After eating and drinking, He Qiduo said goodbye to them, saying that he would return to the dormitory later, and then walked towards the orphanage with the packed desserts.

"Still reading at this late hour?" He Qiduo found Qiao Shangsi, and found that the other children had already fallen asleep, and he was the only one reading at night with the lamp on.

Logically speaking, Qiao Shangsi is in the second year of junior high school this year, and his homework is not heavy. Maybe it is because he is too strict with himself, or maybe he has formed a kind of inertia.

Qiao Shangsi looked up at He Qiduo, a little surprised in his dark eyes, and nodded after a long time.

He Qiduo gently moved a chair and sat down beside Qiao Shangsi, patted his head and said, "I said that I would visit you often, why are you so surprised?"

Qiao Shangsi put down his pencil and responded indifferently, "Many people only come here once on a whim, and then easily make promises, giving us hope, and then never come again. I don't look forward to it after seeing so many."

He Jiduo thought that although he often felt lonely before, he had never been negative and pessimistic, let alone as numb as Qiao Shangsi, so he couldn't help feeling a little bit concerned about this child.

He took the disposable food box out of the plastic bag, and as soon as he opened it, a sweet and greasy aroma came out.Then he pushed the dessert in front of Qiao Shangsi, and said softly: "Okay, don't think too much, trust me. Eat some candied taro, the candy can be stretched for a long time when it was served, but now it is too hard to eat Yes, but the taste is still there."

Qiao Shangsi lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks and smashed the shredded taro bit by bit, then picked it up and put it in his mouth.

He kept his head low all the time, but the homework book was soaked with a few drops of water at some point, blurred the handwriting just written, the paper was wrinkled, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He Qiduo sighed, stroking his back to comfort him.This kid is too strong, it may not take a day or two to make him the same as his peers.

When He Qiduo was about to leave, Qiao Shangsi finally showed a loose expression. He clutched the hem of He Qiduo's clothes and said weakly, "You...will come again?"

He Qiduo raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you remember?"

His face turned red, his hands clenched even tighter, his knuckles were bluish white, "How much... Brother." He suddenly raised his head, staring at He Qiduo eagerly, his eyes full of expectation, "Brother will Are you here?"

He Qiduo stroked his smooth hair and said with a smile, "Yes."

Every time He Qiduo goes to the orphanage, he brings a lot of snacks to distribute to the children in the orphanage. Whenever he sees their sunflower-like smiles and hears their sweet and waxy voices softly calling "Thank you brother", he always would be extremely proud.

However, when all the other children gathered around, Qiao Shangsi was still peeping in the corner alone, with a faint gaze directed at He Qiduo with a trace of resentment.

After the children had finished distributing the candy, He Qiduo walked up to him unhurriedly, squatted down and looked at him at the same level, "Do you want to eat?"

Qiao Shangsi looked away angrily and ignored it.

There are smiles in the many pupils, and the eyes are curved like crescent moons, "Oh, angry? Then I'm leaving."

As soon as he moved his front foot, the corner of his clothes was tightly grabbed and became tense.

He Qiduo's smile was even stronger, and as soon as he turned around, he pinched Qiao Shangsi's tender face, "Ah Shang, didn't my brother teach you to be gregarious? Huh?"

Qiao Shangsi's face was like a piece of soft dough, which was kneaded into any shape by He Qiduo, and there were already dots of water in his eyes, but he just kept silent, stubborn as hell.

The two had been in a stalemate for a long time, but in the end He Qiduo was defeated. He pulled out a butterfly sugar painting like magic from nowhere, "I really convinced you, here you are."

Qiao Shangsi took the sugar painting silently, with tears still in his eyes, but just seeing this ugly and half-melting sugar painting, he seemed to have tasted the sweetness, which was more fragrant than the silk drawing last time. Taro is still sweet, sweeter than any candy he has tasted, which he has never experienced before.