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With this order, the subordinates scattered everywhere, regardless of the southeast, north and north, and they started to smash the sky and darkness. Suddenly, cups, bowls, vases and porcelain were broken one after another, scaring the guests who had not left. They fled and scattered, and the screams of women and the sound of objects shattering were mixed, one after another.

"Oh... uncle, please be proud, don't smash it..." Seeing the scene in a mess, the shopkeeper was so anxious that he was humble and begging for mercy, "We still have customers here, and we still have to do business in the future... don't smash it..."

"If you don't need money today, let's set a strong point here first so that you can remember and pay back the money as soon as possible!" The leading man clearly had no intention of stopping, and his momentum became even more arrogant, "Smash!"

Lixia was frightened and anxious on the terrace. She was so scared that she wanted to leave quickly, but now she didn't know where the master was, for fear that she would be mixed downstairs and be injured by the thugs.

No! You have to find her!

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In the backyard, the man and woman who were passing through a door didn't know what was going on outside. After a period of silence, the man played another pipa. This time, the rhythm slowed down, which sounded heavy, so it showed a deeper meaning.

Following his piano guidance, Youmeng's thoughts returned to the ruined hometown again, drowned under the snow. The eaves of the green tiles were covered with snow. She stood in the snow. Facing this vast black and white world, loneliness followed like a shadow until he stopped beating his fingertips and stopped the heartache that was thrust in the song.

"The misty rain towers, the water is in the south of the Yangtze River. Music and singing in troubled times, golden swords and iron horses. The snow on the mountain is covered with snow, and the silk and bamboo are mute... After three thousand prosperity, it is just the mirror of the water moon." You Meng came back to her senses, and suddenly felt desolate and asked with a slight look on her side, "The musician must be very vicissitudes in his heart, right?"

He put down the pipa sadly, and silence is better than sound.

"Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet Jiangnan. The spring water is blue in the sky, and I sleep with the rain." Youmeng smiled slightly, thinking that this might comfort him, "Thank you, a person who has never been to Jiangnan and does not know how good Jiangnan is, but can enjoy such intoxicating scenery through your pipa and music."

He was stunned for a moment, as if he had never expected that she would thank him.

At this time, Youmengye was convinced and admitted that he was indeed a vivid figure in terms of musical attainments.

"Tonight you performed on the singing stage and played a few songs. I vaguely heard the light rain of apricot blossoms, the Qinhuai who heard the sound of oars and lights, and the Qiantang who was painted by smoke and willows..." When he said that, Youmeng's eyes were blurred and he was infinitely fascinated, "Have you been to those places?"

He tapped the door frame lightly.

"I'm not very lucky. I have never left the capital in my life. I can only hear about Jiangnan from poetry and essays and conversations with others, and I think about it." Youmeng raised her head and suddenly became very good. "I think one day, I will go to those places in Jiangnan to see the unique beauty in your songs."

His face was still as calm as snow, but when she heard the regrets and longings, he was moved by the feeling of her feelings.

"Musician..." She called him softly outside the door, and her tone was a little shy, hidden in her playful smile, "In the past, Boya played the piano, Ziqi was good at listening, and the mountains and flowing waters. Now I was listening to the piano in front of your door and reading the heart, talking to Jiangnan, do you say I... can you be considered your soulmate?"

He looked at her leaning outside the door and fell into deep thought. In fact, not anyone could understand his voice in this way. First of all, he must be a person who is well versed in music and understands the charm. It is probably not an exaggeration to say that such a person has a delicate orifice.

"It's getting late today, I have to go back. If I'm destined to be together, I'll visit you again the next day." Youmeng took a deep breath and said to himself, "I hope you won't be turned away by you again at that time."

She squatted down and put down something, then quickly left, but he suddenly woke up and opened the door involuntarily to try to keep it, but the woman was no longer visible. She only saw a folding fan lying beside the threshold while lowering her eyes and brows. He picked it up in confusion, knowing that it was left by her before she left.

He spread the folding fan, on one side, painted the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, on the other side, wrote "A Dream of Nan Ke".

His eyes were like water, and he understood it instantly. Today he played a few songs for her and she gave him a fan. He was such an interesting person and knew how to communicate with others.

Thinking of this, a trace of curve was raised inadvertently.

"Musician!" Just as he was about to return to the room, a servant ran to him in panic, "No, Mr. Su, there was a group of robbers coming in front of us, making trouble in our music shop, smashing and robbing... Uncle Rong couldn't stop him, so you should go out and think of a solution!"

He was stunned at the door, and his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became solemn.
Chapter completed!