"Don't laugh a few times with the weeping willow trees in front of the hall; this night will make you even more wonderful! Hahaha!"

In the early morning, a little sunlight illuminated the earth. A breeze blew by, blowing the willow catkins all over the sky. Han Wen, who was a little moved, burst into laughter. The water droplets snuggled up to his chest blinked, and said, "I have never thought that the benefactor has such literary talent!"

"There is no good literary talent. If you don't do a good job in eight-legged essays, nothing is useful. These days, it's so messy! I haven't asked where you are from?";

Han Wen shook his head straight, he could hear that Shui Zhuer's accent was not the southern accent, but more like the accent of the Northern Capital generation, so he had this question;

Shuizhuer's eyes suddenly turned red, and she said for a long time: "My benefactor is right. The little woman is indeed not from Hengzhou Prefecture. She is originally from the capital. She is also because of... the misfortune of the family!"

She is a smart woman, so she won't say all of them, because she is afraid of causing disgust from others. Han Wen raised her eyebrows and said, "Unfortunate at home? Haha, even if you are in the capital, you are the top player in the brothel and accustomed. She actually came to such a small place. It's not that I'm indifferent, there are some things I don't want to hear!"

People always paint themselves more beautifully when they put on makeup, but this water droplet actually painted themselves a little uglier and deliberately drew their two eyebrows heavier. Even so, it could not cover up her original beauty;

If it weren't for the night before yesterday, Han Wen wouldn't have discovered this problem, so he came again last night. Everyone has a love for beauty, and it's nothing wrong;

Shui Zhuer stopped talking with a sense of knowledge. Han Wen smiled, lifted up her hair, and glanced at her slender and whitened neck. There was a mark on it. This mark was very small and inconspicuous, but the unique mark of Dongchang at that time;

"I know this thing from Dongchang, haha!";

Han Wen stroked her head: "The past is over. After all, a person's power is insignificant. Don't sway yourself. If you want to live a normal life, then go. If you don't have enough money to redeem yourself, I can help you!"

"Thank you...benefactor!";

Shui Zhuer covered her face and cried. Her true identity was an official slave! In this dynasty, the so-called official slave was no longer the same nature as before, but more of them represented the families of officials who failed in political struggles;

Which of the wives, concubines, and daughters of those officials who are not beautiful women? When they stand in the wrong team and are moved there, they will be beheaded and exiled directly. These are not enough to make their opponents happy. Their wives, concubines, and daughters will become their spoils and let them ruin them;

Among them, the most common method is to sell it directly and send it to the brothel accord, so that these officials and ladies can receive guests, with thousands of riders and tens of thousands of people pressing down on them... In this way, they can feel the pleasure of victory! Shui Zhuer's husband is the official who is standing in the wrong team, and she escaped from the capital;

After escaping, she suddenly found that she had no relatives and had no means to make a living. In addition, she had no hope for the future, so she was willing to fall into a prostitute again and went to this small place to do something unbearable;

"This is a thousand taels of silver, take it! It should be enough for you to redeem yourself, right? This place should not be as good as the capital, right? Haha! Find a good person and marry, why bother like this? Selling flesh is also a food for youth. When you get old?"

Mr. Han may not be a good person, but he is equal when he treats everyone. Yes, maybe many people despise Yao Jieer, but he doesn’t. On the contrary, he always contains enough love for these poor women!

Shui Zhuer stared at Han Wen tightly with a slightly red eyes and said in a stern voice: "Can you take me away?"

Han Wen shook his head: "The lonely shadow of the Han River, the strange roads in the world, why do you have to know each other when we meet? I can't give you what I want, so I can't take you away, that will harm you, and a moth-shot love is not desirable! What's more - do you know me? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I am doing? You don't even know my name!"

"I...but I...";

Before Shui Zhu'er finished speaking, Han Wen had already thrown the silver note and jumped down the window. The height of the second-story building was really difficult for him now. His internal force flowed to his feet and landed lightly on the street, with only a splash of dust splashing;

Shuizhuer hurried to the window and looked at the distant figure, crying. She was not complaining about Han Wen's indifference, but about herself. Why wasn't she born at a good time, and why didn't she see the person she wanted to meet at a good time? She only blamed herself for being born at a bad time!

It's another bright sunshine and the breakfast stall. Korean Wen is very melancholy. He can always meet the women he likes, but he always refuses them. This kind of pain is really... It's a pity! No wonder not many people can complete this realistic version of the game. I'm afraid many people will be lost in it, right?

"Buzz~~~";

The sound of the huqin sounded opposite, and it was sad and sad, making people feel sad. Han Wen looked up and saw that the man who played the huqin was about fifty years old, with a thin figure and a haggard face. He was wearing a long blue cloth gown, which was washed white in the blue and white, and his shape was very tilted, and he was a tuberculosis.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Perhaps there was something depressing in my heart, the shop owner couldn't help crying and sat down on the ground: "My dad--!"

The sound of the piano evokes the sadness in his heart, and he can't help crying. The down-and-out old man closed his eyes and was still playing the huqin in his hand. He seemed to be separated from the world, as if he had never integrated into it;

"What kind of song is this?" After a long time, the piano sound stopped. The old man stood up and wanted to leave. Han Wen asked casually;

The old man turned around and looked at him, and said, "Xiaoxiang Yeyu, I have been playing this song for more than fifty years. From a naughty boy to an old man, there are changes in real time. The mood is different, and the songs they play are also different. I wonder what my friend has heard?"

Han Wen curled his lips: "I didn't hear anything, I just felt the sound of the piano sobbing, it was a little sad!"

"What I am most confident about is this song. There are probably only two types of people in the world who will not shed tears after listening to it. One is without tears, and the other is without heart!" The old man smiled, not sure whether it was a sarcasm or the other;

"Can you lend me your huqin?" Han Wen wiped his mouth and stood up: "Let you see what real sadness is!"

Once, in order to make the girl Han, I also learned the instruments for a while, but unfortunately I didn’t choose the right one. I learned the huqin. After learning for a long time, I only learned a beggar song. Today I happened to use it, so it’s nothing to pretend to be there occasionally;

The old man looked at him in surprise and handed over the huqin hesitantly. It might be that he was very precious to his huqin and said, "Be careful!"

Han Wen sat on a long bench, spread her legs apart, put the piano tube on her left leg, held the piano in her right hand, adjusted her mindset slightly, and slowly pulled it up;

“Buzz…”

The so-called beggar music is actually the second spring reflecting the moon. This is the sad song among the sad songs. It is sad and sad, and few people can avoid being infected by it;

“Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow

The shop owner's crying louder, just a howl. Even the old man looked sad, and two lines of clear tears flowed out of his turbid eyes;

The song stopped, and the person was still in it and could not extricate himself. The old man murmured: "My friend, what should you say when a person encounters something that cannot be solved?"

"Well, it's probably just to be yourself, do whatever you want! Anyway, it can't be solved, so why bother with it? Just have a good time!" Han Wen said without thinking;

The old man nodded, reached out to retrieve his huqin, walked out with a hunched body, and asked again at the door of the tent: "But your decision will involve the people around you? Always consider them, right? What should I do?"

"Then think I'm farting!" Han Wen spread his hands, walked out of the shed, and said with a smile;

"Hahahahahaha..." The old man's laughter became louder and louder, desolate and thicker: "A heartbreaking song, where can I hide my soulmate from the world? My friend! Can you give me a name?"

"Hanwen! Who is the old man?" Hanwen bowed;

The old man's body deflected slightly, and the piano sounded again;

"Swish-!", "Crack--!"

It was not until the old man walked a long way that the small tree on the road he passed by fell off. The ultimate speed of attack, coupled with his appearance, and the song "Xiaoxiang Night Rain", this is Mr. Mo Da, the head of Hengshan School!

"Interesting!" Han Wen tsk his tongue and stepped forward to look at the broken mouth of the tree. He didn't see the great speed of attack clearly. The old man's title of the top ten strong men was really not hyped up!

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Chapter completed!