I took out my phone, it flashed a missed call, and I found that the note in the upper right corner of the phone screen marked the date of March 31.

Eighty years ago today, I was sitting alone in a café, Xiao Jue wrapped in an overcoat with a neat police station uniform underneath it, and he smiled beautifully.

I pressed the shortcut and dialed his number: "Hey, honey, I'll be back right away." ”

Then I hung up the phone and closed my eyes, thinking that the next moment I would return to the villa in Shanghai and see Xiao Du hugging him.

But when I opened my eyes, I was still in this desolate mountain, I hadn't moved, I tried many times, but my body didn't change in any way.

I picked up the phone again in horror, and Xiao Jue's worried voice was on the other side.

"What's the matter, where are you?"

"I, I can't go back......"

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The sound of silk and bamboo in the Forgotten Dust Pavilion at this time has been hazy and subtle, most of this time, the merchants who came to drink have already negotiated business, presumably there are wives and children at home, after ordering a pot of tea to go to the wine, they got up and rushed home.

But in addition to those people, there are still a lot of people staying overnight, the rich businessmen of the official family, will not be bothered by wives and concubines, the left hand and right hand are hugging the beauty, if you have fun, a lot of silver is spent, and the good-looking red card girls in the pavilion are pointed, and those girls who are good at kung fu in bed can make them happy all night.

Chang Xi's eyes could barely stretch a slit, his ears could hear clearly, and the sound of the glamour coming from passing by those side rooms made people hide their faces in shame.

She was being carried on her shoulders by Su Mu at the moment, and the place on her neck where she was hit by him was still painful.

I went around the corridors in the pavilion and came to a very quiet place, which was said to be quiet, but no one spoke, and I could hear the footsteps of many people.

When Su Musha approached, the sound of those footsteps stopped and opened neatly to both sides.

Su Musha threw Chang Xi on the ground, like a bag of baggage, her eyes could be half opened, and her body still couldn't move. Through the hazy sight, you can tell a little, this is the flower hall of the Forgotten Dust Pavilion.

The flower hall is not a place to entertain guests, there are often some girls who make big mistakes in the pavilion, and the bustards do not have the right to punish, so they are personally punished by Su Musha, who is the boss, and then let the maids and turtle slaves in the pavilion watch from the sidelines, in order to set an example.

"Wow-" A bucket of cold water poured down and poured on Chang Xi's body.

She was almost completely conscious, and when she sneezed, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart, she really had a lot of dealing with cold water these days, and she hadn't worn much clean and warm clothes.

"Childe, she's awake."

"Then tie it up."

Chang Xi's body was also weak, and her stomach was very hungry, so she could only let them fiddle, her body was wrapped around hemp rope one after another, and she knelt on the ground.

When she looked around, she saw that there was a girl not far from her, except for her face, her body was whipped with countless blood marks, she was like a puppy that had been ravaged by her master, embarrassed and weak.

Chang Xi quickly recognized that this girl was a red card for her previous sins, which surprised her a little.

Su Musha stretched out his foot and stepped on the girl's back, and the man let out an ugly moan: "Childe, spare ...... life"

In such a bloody and cruel picture, none of the people standing around said a word, including the maids who had been rewarded by this girl, their eyes didn't even dare to move, and they didn't have a big atmosphere.