Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 65

After finishing a table of sumptuous meals with the help of Jun Wei, in fact, he just gave instructions from the side to burn the fire, from cutting vegetables’ pots to serving plates, it’s all my own work, but the knife is not good enough, and I accidentally cut the meat when cutting the meat. Two hands, when they were stir-frying, the boiling oil burst out and burned a blister on the back of their hands.

Although it hurts a bit, the feeling that was clearly conveyed to my mind from my fingertips is nostalgic. It’s really: I haven’t had the pain for too long. Jun Wei left for a long time, but Mu Yan still did not return to the inn. There was still firewood in the kitchen, enough: to warm up the cold food, I lay on the table and waited for him to come back. Waiting and waiting, falling asleep in a trance. Dimly smelling the scent of cold plum, like a lone plum blossoming under the bright moonlight, my brain reacted for a long time, and I was suddenly startled when I saw Mu Yan leaning over slightly.

Since leaving the town where he first met in his dream, he has taken off his mask, and there are probably things he didn’t want to see, just like in reality, he basically doesn’t wear any mask except for the first encounter with Yan Huishan. I just saw that I woke up and backed away slightly. My black eyes were as silent as water: “It’s so late, why don’t you go back to your room to sleep, and what are you doing here?”

If it was before, I would stare at him unceremoniously: “You know it’s too late!”

But now I know that it is actually a kind of coquetry. Not everyone can say that to him. He shook his hands for a while, cheered up and gave him a big smile: “I’m waiting for you to have dinner together. .”

He looked down at the food on the table: “I…”

I jumped in my heart and interrupted him: “Even if I have eaten it outside, I still have to eat a little bit. Just eat a little bit. I have been doing it for a long time…” Before I finished talking, I remembered that these dishes were ten percent cold. Yawning across the lobby, he hurriedly picked up the big bowl of soup that was made the longest and said, “Hey little brother…”

Before I could finish my order, Mu Yan sat down and took his chopsticks. The bamboo chopsticks in his hand were reaching the middle drawer of emerald crystal shrimp dumplings. He raised his head and said, “I haven’t eaten yet, let’s eat together.”

I was stunned: “Do you like to eat that?”

He looked at the dumplings in the bamboo chopsticks carefully, as if he was thinking about something, and after a long time he answered me: “It’s a bit hazy, I can’t remember it. You made it yourself?”

I nodded greatly, expecting to see what expression he would show when he ate it. I was a little concerned about the so-called hazy impression, but I dispelled my doubts for a moment. Even if I had any impression, it shouldn’t be about me, Ziwu If Huaxu’s tune is so easy to see through, it would not deserve to be called the final song of life.

After eating a dumpling, he put down his bamboo chopsticks and took a sip of tea, with a smile on his lips: “It tastes good, you don’t see it. You are good at cooking.”

Across the dim light of the candlelight, I supported my cheek and said softly to him: “Well, I am good at cooking. Then you…have you become like me a little bit?”

He stopped drinking tea, his smile faded away, and the corners of his eyes swept across my fingers that were bandaged like a small ginseng. He answered the question: “What happened to your finger? Is it cut?”

I hid calmly behind my back: “No.” If he asked me this sentence half a moment ago, I would not only tell the truth, but also add to the jealousy. Maybe it would make him think that I am particularly pitiful, but I just said it without embarrassment. He said that he was good at cooking, and if he still admitted that his hand was cut, he would be too witty. He could only sigh secretly. After all, fish and bear’s paw can’t have both.

He looked at me from head to toe, and obviously didn’t believe it: “Then how is it wrapped up like that?”

I opened my mouth and couldn’t think of any more useful excuses. For a long time, I said, “…I’m here to play with the bag.”

He took my hand calmly, and easily removed the outer layer of gauze, waiting for the wound to show up before fluttering, “Is there anything else I want to say, let’s talk.”

The wound was still a little lame, but I did have something to say, and I leaned over and asked him in a low voice, “Mu Yan, is the girl in the brothel beautiful?”

The hand holding my left hand paused slightly. I thought he might not pay attention to me. After a short while, I heard a faint answer: “Not paying too much attention.” After a while, he said, “I’m going to talk about things. .”

I think I should have smiled and moved closer: “Is it beautiful, or are they beautiful?”

He was helping me bandage the gauze on my hand again, and strangled it. I was so painful that I buried my head in my arm and sighed, “Why can’t you like me soon? It feels hard.”

He could only hear the rubbing of the gauze, his technique was proficient, and he was much better than Jun Wei or me, but he never answered me.

But even so, at this moment, I feel very happy and satisfied. If you don’t look forward or backward in life, you just live in the present, and you don’t have any troubles. Sometimes we feel tired of living because we think too much.

Jun Wei felt that since I cooked Mu Yan a meal, he had treated me obviously differently. To be honest, I didn’t see it.

Day by day, time goes by indifferently, and one more day goes by, one step closer to death. Mu Yan is not a person who is easily moved by pretty girls. He falls in love with me… By the way, how did he fall in love with me?

I have never thought about this problem. What I understand is that I have experienced many things together. That day, it was raining heavily. He found me in the rain and said to me, “Afu, I like you.”

Those fond memories, I remember countless times, one snowy night after another in this dream. Although I know that long waters are eternal, I don’t have so much time.

If in his precious past, countless girls have changed tricks to please him, making him feel that my goodness at this time is ordinary, then, is there a woman who was willing to lose her hands for him?

If I did that, would he be moved, would everything be as I thought, would he be able to forget me in the end? I thought and thought, and finally I felt that I could actually try it.

Mu Yan wanted to rush to Yingchuan Jing’s house purely to make a sword. But what I know is that the Jing family’s casting sword did not belong to Chen Guoshizi in the end.

This incident was very famous at the time. The Jing family invited the heroes of the world to try the sword. The original rule was that whoever could break the Seven-Star Sword Array in the Sword House could take away the cast strand.

But the person who wanted to cast strands most was a woman who knew nothing about swordsmanship. Her late husband was called a sword idiot when she was alive. The most favored young master of the Jing family is a world-famous sculptor. He is the most adept at portraits of women. The sculptures are lifelike, but the fingers of the portraits are always hidden in the sleeves of the flowing clouds. Legend has it that they have never found a pair of flexible tricks. The hand, cut it open to identify the skeletal texture, has been unable to carve the charm of a woman’s bare hand, so I simply abandoned it without carving it.

The woman who wanted to cast strands could not use a sword but could make needles, and the art of embroidery disappeared. So the woman chopped off her pair of hands and gave it to the young master of the Jing family, and took away the cast strands on the eve of the sword test.

Heroes from all over the world gathered in Yingchuan, coming from thousands of miles without seeing the imaginary warrior. Although there was nothing to say in annoyance, after all, it was just a sword, no matter how rare it was, it could not be worth his own hands.

I dare not say that my hands will be more dexterous than the woman who makes needles, but it can draw paintings that are also appreciated by famous people in the world, and it will play the piano sound that even Mu Yan has nothing to say. I think it is about the same. Qualified to exchange cast strands.

Yingchuan is not as prosperous as imagined. It is just crowded, but half of it is a foreigner. The purpose is for the Jing family’s sword test seven days later.

I don’t understand why Mu Yan came so early. After two days, I found out that he had only laid a floor in the yard of the inn, and he realized that his social experience was really rich.

Although they said they were traveling all the way, Mu Yan and Gong Yifei didn’t care much about me, so on this lonely night, I could slip out of the inn door with the piano and go to the Jing’s annex to Young Master Jing’s. approximately.

In fact, I made an appointment with him, and when I arrived at Yingchuan, I asked Junwei to send a letter. I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly. Unexpectedly, I received his reply two days later.

It seems that he is very interested in my hands. Although Jun Wei didn’t know what I wrote in the letter, he insisted on accompanying him when he went to the appointment. Fortunately, he found time to put enough Mongolian sweat medicine in his meals.

With Jun Wei in this matter, he couldn’t do it. In this dream, he said that he was here to help me. He thought that helping me was to protect me, but he didn’t know that at the last time, I no longer needed someone’s protection.

But speaking so bluntly will definitely hurt his heart, and I also doubt whether he can understand the tortuous emotional problem with his wisdom…

Stepping through the archway made of white jade, there are pear blossoms everywhere outside the Jing family’s annex, like a night snow paved, and the two rows of stone statues beside the pear flower road seem to be sitting on the lotus flower with a faint candlelight inside. , The night breeze passed, and the flames flickered.

Asked or a long-clothed maid brought a half-person-high lantern and hurriedly stepped on the pear blossoms, but she was dragged out by the moonlight or the open flame. Young Master Jing, Jing Chu, is already under the eaves outside the hall. The paper door of the outer tea room is opened. The interior is light and transparent. A paulownia yaoqin has been placed in the center. The upper seat of the tea room is a table with animal legs. With a long knife.

auzw.com Both things are prepared for me. Jing Chu, dressed in a white fur coat, held a purple-gold heater in his hands coldly, but at the age of Jun Wei. Seeing me walking closer, I don’t know why I showed a dazed look, and said unsure: “Miss Jun?”

I smiled and said, “Why did Jun Fu come here? I must have said in the letter. Young Master Jing already understands it well. Young Master wants a pair of skillful hands, and Jun Fu wants a good sword.” I looked up slightly. He said, “I don’t know if the son is not willing to work with you, bartering things?”

He rubbed the heater in his hand, his eyes fell on my hands holding the piano, and the corners of his lips raised a smile: “In the next word, the most accomplished in music theory today is Chen Guo’s elder son Su Yu, but the best piano skill It is the princess of Weiguo Ye Zhen. Princess Wenchang can change the twelve sets of **** between one song, which is a good one. When you look down, it can be regarded as a pair of skillful hands. But I don’t know whether Miss Jun’s hand is worthy of the sword made by Yi family father.”

What he said should be when I was fifteen years old. A music master in Lou Guo knew from nowhere that Master Hui Yi was a good, happy person, and insisted on competing with him. Master always felt that he was not a man in the dust. Basically, he would not accept such posts.

But this person is very persistent. Even if he is repeatedly rejected by the master, he will not give up. He ate and drank a lot in the sect, which made the master very annoying, but he was afraid that after setting a precedent, there would be a steady stream of people who would try him. : Go out to challenge. But to be honest, although I started playing piano in elementary school, I started to be serious only after I met Muyan, less than a year ago. I can only be regarded as an average expert. In order to make me bluff the other person at the beginning, the master sometimes teaches I’m a bunch of flowers.

Changing the twelve sets of fingerings between one song is just a trick. By the time I passed away at the age of seventeen, I had been able to change the twenty-four sets of fingerings between the very active songs and still played smoothly.

But these are not advocated by the master. He believes that loud and thin, big and intangible, the ritual and music are not the more complicated and complicated fingerings, but the simplest set of fingerings can play a hundred flowers. bloom. Birds return to the sea. Although he had never reached this level in his life, neither did I.

Jing Chu stared at me for a moment, as if waiting for me to retreat. I looked around, the silver moon, the lonely night, the snow-white pear blossoms, the slightly swaying candles, and the cold stone Buddha with the coldness of Zen.

This atmosphere is really suitable for playing the piano. Take off the cloth and sit on the floor with the piano. The pear and flowers on the floor where you can see the white dress and dress are integrated. The last piece can be played in such a beautiful place. From another angle, it is also A kind of luck.

Jing Chu came down from the wooden porch and slowly approached me: “Ms. Jun is very confident of you with her hands. If you really are a pair of wonderful hands that can rival Princess Wenchang, she will offer her hands with cast-wisp sword. But if not, what about Miss Jun?”

I lowered my head to test the sound: “I’m afraid it’s not what will happen to me, but what will happen to Master Jing, right?”

He laughed: “If Miss Jun is willing to stay and be a happy maidservant for a year, then…”

It was the first time I heard someone wanted me to be his maidservant. It felt very fresh. I lowered my head and continued to audition:

“Master Jing thinks that a country is prosperous as long as the city is prosperous? An inn is first-class as long as the decoration is luxurious? A woman is beautiful as long as she is born with a good skin? If you nod, you think it is funny, right? Why do you think that a piano master, as long as he knows how to change and complicated fingering, is a master of piano skills?”

I picked up the first piano note and raised my head to meet his unknown eyes. I added: “This is not to find a step for myself, but I just feel that I should correct Young Master Jing’s point of view.” The string wanders, and the silk string seems to be actively attached to entangle my fingers. It was the **** that Master had taught me and I have not used it for a long time, but as Master said, although I was a bit painful when I was learning, it was like riding a horse. Once you meet, you will never forget it again.

The sound of the piano flows like water, blending with the moonlight. Master once said that to really play a good piece of music is not how beautiful the music is in your ears, but what a beautiful picture appears before you.

There was a good picture in front of me. I thought that there was no room for another icing on the cake. When I looked up, I saw someone in my field of vision who would never appear… I raised my eyes again, but he was nowhere to be seen.

It’s silly, there is nothing to think about, what else can it be except hallucinations?

After the song was finished, a few pear flowers fell in the wind, and Jing Chu, who was three steps away, looked at me with a complicated expression. When the eyes meet, raise your hands and clap. Pear flower landed on my shoe, and he said slowly: “Please let me take the liberty to ask, since Miss Jun has such a pair of hands, why shouldn’t she cherish it, and instead use it for a useless black iron?”

If it was an ordinary time, I wouldn’t be able to exchange it with both hands just because Mu Yan likes to cast strands, but I am dying…this is a special time.

Why don’t you cherish these hands? It’s not that you don’t cherish them, but you have to do it, in order not to let the original plan fall short, but there is no need to explain to him.

As I re-cage the paulownia xylophone into the cloth, I whispered softly: “That’s not a useless black iron, the person I like, he really wants that sword. Occasionally, I also want to make him happy.”

Putting away the piano, I stood up and looked at him, “Yingchuan Jing family has always promised, presumably Young Master Jing is ready to cast the strands, right?”

But he didn’t answer, he just looked behind me. Looking back curiously, he almost threw the xylophone to the ground.

Mu Yan was standing less than three feet away from me, and the pear trees beside him seemed to be covered with layers of fine snow, so full that they would fall when they touched them.

And he wore a water blue brocade and stood under the pear tree, like the covenant of a beautiful lady in a clear moon night, but there was no expression on his face, and he looked at me coldly: “You think, then I will be happy ?”

I stepped all over the pear blossoms, walked in front of me, looked at me condescendingly, there was not the slightest temperature in the dark eyes, and repeated calmly, “Do you think I will be happy if I trade your hands for a sword?”

He is angry, he must be angry. I don’t know if he will come, or if he will come so early, in the original plan, he would be moved by me, but now it’s not too early to say it’s not too late… Seeing the ridicule and contempt in his eyes, I suddenly felt The things that have supported me for a long time quickly lost one by one, and I stepped back feebly and leaned on the stone Buddha: “I imagine that I can support you and protect you, but you are too strong, and these places don’t need me at all. I just I want to make you happy, this is the only thing I can do, but it’s not easy to make you happy. Maybe I made you too anxious and made you just hate me anyway? You used to…”

I covered my eyes, “You were obviously not like this before.”

He took away my hand covering my eyes, frowned and looked at me: “The little girl I know is not what you are today, Jun Fu, whose body is hair and skin, and is affected by parents. If you don’t love yourself like this, how can you Ask others to like you?”

I felt like I laughed, and felt I was about to cry, and finally I could only raise my head and take a deep breath: “You don’t know anything.”

Yes, he knows nothing.

Reluctantly broke away, but was slowly blocked by Jing Chu: “Ms. Jun stayed. In the letter, our contract has been made and the casting sword has been prepared, but I don’t know when the girl is going to fulfill the contract?”

In fact, he could only break away from Muyan because he was not serious at all. At this time, he was holding his arm and brought it behind him, with such a great strength, he couldn’t move at all.

Hearing him talking to Jing Chu, he still had a faint, emotional tone: “I don’t know why Young Master Jing feels that the sword made by my grandson is qualified for the girl’s hands.”

Jing Chu coughed: “Regardless of qualifications or not, the contract is a contract. Is it possible that the son wants to break the contract?”

He laughed: “Either you can win back the paper contract by Xia Xia, or you can grab the paper contract back by Xia Xia, and Master Jing can choose one at random.”

I knew before that he would be a rogue sometimes, such as when he bullied me, but I didn’t expect to be a rogue at this time.

Jing Chu probably chose the former to find himself a step down. The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all comparable, and the result is extremely miserable. I think he is only slightly better than Mu Yan.

But the bad mood tonight was not better because Jing Chu was more unlucky than me. I am still a bottom line after all.

I secretly decided not to talk to him anymore. I didn’t want to talk about it, I just didn’t want to talk to him for the time being. Those words he said were like knives, even if the skin was thick and fleshy, I would get hurt, not to mention that I was naturally tenderer.

But when we went back to the inn together, he took the initiative to talk to me: “If you want to make me happy, you don’t need to do such crazy things. You can play the piano to me like Jing Chu tonight.”

I paused: “Did you hear?”

He walked in front, the moonlight pulled out a long shadow, and the shadow on the ground paused for a while: “I saw it. One song changes twenty-four sets of fingerings, which is not bad for one note. For the time being, regardless of the piano sound, just appreciate the fingerings, which is also rare. “

I imagine that I can support you and protect you, but you are too strong, and these places don’t need me at all. I just want to make you happy. This is the only thing I can do, but it is not easy to make you happy. Maybe I made you too anxious, making you just hate me anyway? did you

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