Qi Zhenlong reached back with the hand touching the cigarette under Tang Yu's eye knife and covered the cigarette case.

"If you don't smoke it, can you smell it?"

"What's so nice about this? It's just the smell of nicotine, and if you want to refresh yourself, it's better to smell the leaves of the merit tea. It is refreshing and healthy, cleansing the marrow and lungs. Tang Yu casually took out a handful of leaves from his skirt pocket and put them in front of him.

Qi Zhenlong: "......"

Qi Xiaojun held back a smile vigorously, the boss who was not afraid of heaven and earth was afraid of their little ancestor.

Yue Nan glanced at the handful of golden-red leaves on the table, licked the corners of her mouth, and then looked at her skirt, which was clearly flat, but she was stunned and took out the leaves from it, as well as the two boxes of candy that she gave to the senior sister surnamed Ding before.

It's like magic, and the pocket is like a magic bag, constantly conjuring things.

Qi Zhenlong took a leaf and threw it into the teacup, and said, "Although it is your own territory, you are too casual." ”

Tang Yu shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "This box is basically not released, and it was specially designed during the decoration, who can see the situation here? ”

Qi Zhenlong took a sip of tea, the fragrant taste filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Go back and prepare three taels of tea for me. ”

Tang Yu sighed.

"Don't ask me what I'm doing here?" Qi Zhenlong raised his eyebrows.

"What's there to ask, you're not short of money now, and I didn't say I wanted to auction it, you took the initiative to ask for it, then there must be a place for it." ”

The corners of Qi Zhenlong's lips hooked: "I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time." ”

Tang Yu's hand paused, looked at the guqin in the box, and snorted.

She stood up, washed her hands in the basin, and sat down in front of the piano table, not lighting incense, but putting her hands on the strings, her eyes half-closed.

In an instant, a sound that seemed to come from ancient times sounded in the box, echoed, and spread again.

The sound of the piano is clear, and there is little aftersound.

Qi Zhenlong held the teacup and looked at the girl who was born more and more beautiful and gentle after the piano case, and his eyes were a little fluttering.

She has grown into a big girl, where are you, Hibiscus, dead or alive?

After all these years, can't you enter my dreams and report me to the news?

......

Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, in a certain mountain.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl carried a basket of pigweed on her back and went down the mountain, she wore a black fluttering coat and trousers, her hair was a little yellow, and she was haphazardly tied into a twisted braid with two black leather bands hanging down her chest.

It was almost dark, but she walked down the hill unhurriedly, as if she was not afraid of the darkness at all, and her hand, grasping the shoulder strap of the basket in one hand, and holding the sickle tightly in the other.

The scythe, she hadn't left since she was twelve years old, and she didn't dare to leave.

At the bottom of the mountain, there were only one or two dim lights, but the girl looked disgusted, and the hand holding the shoulder strap was tightly clenched.

She was unwilling to nest in this ghost mountain for the rest of her life.

She once overheard a teacher who came to teach that the outside world, with its high-rise buildings, is very prosperous, even at night it is like day.

The girl touched her face and bit her lip.

Back in a low house, she was about to squeeze out a smile and shout, but she heard a voice from inside.

It was the sound of her father and grandmother talking, and the content of the conversation was her marriage.

The girl's heart tightened, and she subconsciously looked at the pigpen, where there was a cellar, and it was her mother, a poor woman who had been abducted and trafficked.