"Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu, what are you living for in this life?" She raised her head and became stunned. "Life must always have a purpose. Everyone, born in the world, must have a purpose, whether for themselves or for others. I don't know how to do skills, and I'm not good at cleaning. The only thing I know is embroidery and arithmetic. However, there are regulations in the accounting office that women cannot be recruited. Moreover, embroidery skills were also banned the year before yesterday. So now, what am I?

I can't even be idiots. Over the past year, in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, what I did was not as bad as I would have caused. Mr. Xiang and the owner of the museum were willing to keep me, and I was already very compassionate. If I left here, I might wander on the streets. It would be impossible to continue like this. I am eighteen years old, and I am obviously about the same age as Mr. Xiang... Why can't I do anything when Mr. Xiang has already become a talented person... I have to do something, but I don't know what I should do now."

The director was busy cleaning up the end of the job fair just now. He was focused on doing things, not paying attention to the change in Xiaoqiu's expression, nor did he pay attention to Xiaoqiu's gradually changing heart. He only cared about Mr. Xiang, and the fate of other idle people had nothing to do with him.

If he could have discovered Xiaoqiu's abnormality earlier, if he could have stopped what was about to happen sooner, he would not have been so guilty for the rest of his life for more than ten years.

Xiaoqiu has never been a really stupid person. She is so sensitive and persistent. If Mr. Xiang and the director could understand this earlier, Mr. Xiang would not have the joy of the rest of his life. Mr. Xiang would never know what is behind the joy.

Xiaoqiu's final ending is all about later. According to the usual routine of this article, the happy journey and the final ending will definitely not be true joy. The joy of loneliness and sadness is more intriguing.

To quote a sentence, "It is not a blessing to lose one's horse", whether it is joy or sorrow, life continues. A person's life continues, and the lives of those related to him continue. God can never guarantee that everyone will be happy. Even if the last moment of life is joy, there must be countless pains in his life.

Even if he is happy now, who can guarantee that this is complete joy? All joy is under certain conditions. The biggest condition is that the person's own thoughts and no wishes, wishes and unwillingness at that time. If his wishes are satisfied, it can be considered a joy for this person.

For example, a young woman gets married. If she marrys a good husband, the wedding will definitely be a happy wedding; but if she marrys someone she hates, then the wedding will be a disaster. In the final analysis, the wedding will only be a happy wedding when the bride is satisfied with the desire to get the person she wants.

That day, just as the director had sorted out everything and was planning to go back, a man of eighteen or nineteen years old broke in. He was wearing a relatively ordinary top and shorts made of ordinary linen, looking rash.

But the knowledgeable curator could see that this person was very thoughtful and recklessness was just a cover-up.

"Wait a minute! I'm here for the interview too!"

The director squinted his eyes and looked at him: "This young man looks very familiar."

This man was making a fuss and smiled: "There are so many people in the world who look like."

"Yeah. Let's listen."

The director and the man put the table back on the table. The man placed the guqin on the table.

Xiaoqiu was shocked when he looked at the guqin: It's so beautiful, even more beautiful than Mr. Xiang's~

The sound of the piano flowed out from the man's fingers. It was not as skillful as it was, but it was very moving.

The director frowned and thought for a while: "Since no other applicants come, your piano skills are good, just move in today."

The man was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, thank you to the owner."

"May I have your name?"

"On the festival."

"good."

The director waved to Xiaoqiu who was dazed and said, "Xiaoqiu, come and take this young master to visit our Xiaoxiang Music Hall."

"oh."

Xiaoqiu floated like a ghost in front, and Yingjie watched around behind: "I heard that there is a Mr. Xiang in Xiaoxiang Music Hall who can play music that only gods can play."

"Yes, there is such a person." When Xiaoqiu said this, his vocal cords were a little nervous and his throat was a little astringent.

"Can you tell me about him?"

"He always has no expression on his face, looks careless, and speaks seriously. He is picky and careless, but he is very kind."

"Oh? What kind of kindness?"

Xiaoqiu was so sad that she decided to tell Yingjie his story: "Last year, I was kicked out of the house by my stepmother's current job, and my father ignored me. My biological mother was concerned about his husband and was unwilling to take me in. It was a winter, and there were snowflakes. I was barefoot, with only underwear and a thin outer shirt with many torn holes.

I fainted outside the Xiaoxiang Music Hall. Mr. Xiang saved me. I was sleeping for three days, and Mr. Xiang took care of me for three days. I was sleeping and thought I would just die like that, but Mr. Xiang kept telling me next to me, you can't die, you still have food you have not eaten, you have not heard the best music you have, you have to marry a good man.

When I woke up, what I saw was not the vicious face of my stepmother, the cowardly face of my biological mother, nor the cold eyes of my father, but the best smile in the world and a bowl of hot porridge." Xiao Qiu talked about the emotional part, thinking of Mr. Xiang's cold and sometimes enthusiastic face, and the bitterness and throbbing in her heart surged out of her eyes at the same time.

She didn't want Yingjie to see her embarrassing appearance, so she turned her head away and hurriedly wiped away her tears with the back of her hands.

Ying Jie looked at her back sympathetically, with deep eyes as if she had seen through the heart of this simple woman.

She is really too simple and will not hide herself at all. Who can blame her for her future destiny? Who made her accidentally get involved in a drama that she shouldn't be involved in.

When he arrived at his room, Ying Jie looked at everything in the room carefully, with an undetectable smile on his face, and a voice with a desperate hid joy: "Can these be designed by Mr. Xiang?"

Xiaoqiu nodded: "Yes, all rooms are arranged in the same way. How did you guess it?"

Ying Jie did not answer her. She smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, sat at the table, and put down the guqin. He escaped from his pocket a piece of high-quality silk wrapped in high-quality silk and carefully wiped the strings one by one.

Xiaoqiu looked at him blankly and thought to himself: Why do he have the same habit as Mr. Xiang? Could it be that the people who play the guqin like this?

As night fell, everyone in the Xiaoxiang Music Hall gathered together.

Xiaoqiu was preparing tableware and accidentally bumped into Mr. Xiang's hand.

The old musician's wife sat next to Xiaoqiu and stared at her with a smile, but the look was not happiness, but worry. The smile was just a normal habit.

Xiaoqiu could vaguely feel the worry in the musician's wife's heart. But she didn't understand why she was worried about herself.

Yingjie raised his wine glass and toasted everyone: "I am here for the first time, so please take care of you in the future."

The director and the old musician responded politely. The old musician's wife had some doubts and finally responded.

"Old man, look at this festival, it looks weird." She whispered.

"It's really strange. His face is very unnatural, and there are too many things hidden in his eyes."

"Do you think his eyes look like a person?"

"Shh, don't talk anymore. It's better not to think too much. You and I have retired, and we should not participate in anything related to that matter."

"Look at that little girl, do you like... him?"

"This little girl is straightforward and kind, and is a perfect match for being with him. However, he is in danger now and is really not suitable to implicate the woman in again."

Mr. Xiang looked at the old musician and his wife: "Grandpa Du? Grandma Du?"

The old musician and his wife couldn't stop smiling: "Oh, they've all grown up so old! I remember the last time we met you, you were only a two or three year old."

Mr. Xiang showed a few smiles: "It's hard for you to come here specially."

"I'm really worried. Now I'm so relieved when I see you safe and sound."

The old musician's wife kicked him gently and advised him not to speak more.

The old musician closed his mouth and realized that Ying Jie had been secretly looking at him with his eyes.

Xiaoqiu and the servant stood by and served because they were servants.

The servant asked Xiaoqiu secretly: "Why do they taste weird when this meal?"

"It's true that they all seem to be secretly hiding their worries. But how do I know why? Isn't it in vain for you to ask me?"

After dinner, everyone returned to their respective rooms.

"Knock, knock." Mr. Xiang heard the gentle knock on the door and walked over to open the door.

He thought it was Xiaoqiu, so he said, "Why did he suddenly become so gentle today? What's going on so late?"

Unexpectedly, after opening the door, I saw a man of the same age as me. He didn't react for a while, and it took a long time to speak: "Yes...Yes?"

He smiled gently and walked into the room without being invited.

"Hey, why are you so inconsiderate?"

"I heard that you always look serious on weekdays. Why do you feel so nervous when you see me? Look, your tongue is knotted."

Mr. Xiang was a little shy, and he didn't know why, but he was indeed a little nervous. Because the smell on Yingjie made him feel very familiar. Not only the smell, but also the tone of his speech, his walking posture, and the aura emitted from his body.

"You... remind me of someone." Mr. Xiang lowered his head and smiled.

"Oh? Who? Can't I look like your uninformed wife, right?"

"Of course not, you are just like me, an old friend. Moreover, I have not had anyone I particularly like."

"I've grown up so old, and I don't have anyone I like?"

"Not everyone will meet someone they like so early." Mr. Xiang smiled like a child.

"That girl named Xiaoqiu is pretty and pretty. She seems to like you!"

Mr. Xiang suddenly looked solemn: "I know that her mind is very obvious. How can I not feel it when I get along day and night? I feel that I should like her. But I really don't dare to get moved, I have been suppressing it."

“Why?”

"I've encountered miracles, and I've made a terrible wish."

"Oh? What's the wish?" Ying Jie continued to ask.

Mr. Xiang suddenly realized that he had said a lot tonight, so he didn't want to say anything: "Let's just be here today. I'm tired. You should also take a break earlier. Work will start tomorrow."
Chapter completed!