It's the last chance.

A fine cold sweat broke out on Evil Xiaoqi's forehead, and he watched the man with a solemn expression holding a bamboo to slowly open the skin, and his movements were skillful and methodical. His gaze made contact with Jia Zheng in the air, like lightning. Jia Zheng's sharp eyes were filled with fierce light, and although he smiled faintly, he couldn't hide the sarcasm of pity.

Finally revealing the last piece of skin, Evil Xiaoqi closed his eyes in despair...

... The lord of the castle had the intention to promote this marriage and tried his best to keep the scholars. But the scholar said that the husband has great ambitions and makes contributions. And promised that Ma Xixi, after going to the capital to get famous, he would immediately come back to marry the Ming Media in the sedan chair.

In many stories, a couple of lovers always have various endings: the son may go to Beijing to take the exam, pass the imperial examination, and be forced to accept a more prestigious woman as his wife, or maybe one of the two families will move to another city, and the two will never see each other again...

Although the sound of the piano is extremely clear and elegant, the thought of no matter how it ends, always makes people sigh with emotion. Thinking of Evil Xiaoqi's smile was always so bright, so bright that it was a little trance-like. Just like the uncertain future of the two, Xiaoyang couldn't help but feel a little sad.

With a crisp sound of "Zheng", the strings suddenly broke, and several sons who were immersed in distant reverie were suddenly startled, as if they had a big dream.

Xiaoyang's skills are not very superb, and the music is not a famous song. But it makes people linger, and there is a different taste in their hearts. It is like walking through the grass and flowers, smelling the fragrance and scorn, reaching out to touch the illusory flow of air between heaven and earth. It is a dream that is more real than a dream, and if there is love, there will be a parting. It can always touch people's most sensitive nerves, cry together, rejoice or be moved.

Sometimes even Evil Xiaoqi himself feels strange, obviously it is a love song that never ends. And to my own ears, it is like walking in a dream, walking in the yellow sand and walking in the mist, walking in the reckless world, there is never an end...

But now he not only doesn't want to listen to music, but he doesn't have the face to see Xiaoyang again.

The Grand Casino made Evil Xiaoqi taste failure, not only losing all the money on his body. There is also a lot of debt.

Evil Xiaoqi has no way out, and only by finding a way to raise money before his father comes back can he have a chance to turn over. But he thought about it, he had a few good friends in Jincheng, and they were all old gentlemen, and no one could take out such a large amount of cash at once. The shop under his hand is rich, but the old shopkeeper and his buddies are like thieves to prevent him, and they have no way to start.

The sun is shining, but the evil Xiaoqi is like falling into the abyss.

There was really no way, Evil Xiaoqi called for steamed buns to discuss, but this kid was scared a lot.

"The master went to the south to negotiate the order and hasn't come back yet, if he knows, it will be terrible. The steamed bun didn't expect the little young master to be more and more bold, his voice trembled and rubbed his hands and said: "Originally, the master was not at ease with you, how can you be in such a big disaster?"

"Is it okay to be quiet, do you still want everyone to know? Now calling you is an idea to solve the problem." Are you so surprised that there are few people who know?" Evil Xiaoqi was already in a bad mood, but when he saw the steamed bun's nervous and somewhat exaggerated expression, he became even more angry, and reprimanded.

"It's really not possible to find a way for Young Master Jiang. "I saw Jiang Yuhuai in the old lady's room a few days ago, and I suddenly thought of him.

...

"Seventh brother, you don't know that the evil mansion has always been strict in the management of money and property. As far as my usual living expenses are concerned, I have to withdraw from the account office, and I rarely have enough savings to buy books. Jiang Huaiyu was also a little surprised when he heard that the evil boy needed such a large sum of silver, and looked at the evil boy blinking and said a little depressed: "The old lady trusts you very much, if you open your mouth, you may be able to borrow it." I couldn't help but panic.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, the old lady has always been thrifty, and she won't borrow it if she doesn't ask clearly. Jiang Yuhuai waved his hand again and again, he didn't want to open this mouth for the sake of the evil boy.

"You say you want to buy a house, and the old lady won't disagree. ”

"To buy a house, you have to have a title deed, and the old lady must look at the title deed. At that time, my study was still converted from an abandoned tofu factory, and it was still an old lady that my mother had to convince with a lot of words. Jiang Yuhuai smiled bitterly: "You still have to think of other ways, this road will not work." Then I saw the corner of the evil boy's mouth provoke a warm smile: "Title deed? ”

"No, you can't do it, you don't want to fight the idea of the deed. I heard that the hundred-year-old mansion of the evil mansion is not only the eldest lord's own property, but also the second and third masters. If you move the deed, see if the old man comes back and won't kill you. Knowing that this evil young man's head is reckless in his head, Jiang Yuhuai patted his head in annoyance: "Just when I didn't say anything." ”

"You didn't say anything, isn't it steamed buns? The evil boy leaned into Jiang Yuhuai's ear with a hippie smile and whispered: "The title deed of the evil family has always been in the hands of the old lady, you must have a way to get it, brother, please." Help, haven't you always wanted to go to Yulin Academy to study? When the time comes, I will help you make a move, and you should be able to do it. ”

This last sentence seemed to have an effect, Jiang Yuhuai frowned, thinking that Evil Xiaoqi did have a friend's uncle who was a part-time bachelor in Yulin Academy. If you can come forward, it will be easy to recruit a number of students.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Yuhuai turned around silently and left without saying a word.

When the sound of shoes on the wooden board gradually faded away, Mantou stepped forward and sighed and said, "Although the bait of the evil young man is good, the fish will not take the bait, after all, the risk is too great." ”

"Who said that, you don't know that the fish are biting?" Evil Xiaoqi laughed out loud, and the laughing steamed bun seemed to fall into the clouds and fog, like a stupid goose for a long time. He really couldn't figure out that Jiang Yuhuai could take this risk just for the sake of Yulin Academy, unless there was another purpose?

Three days later, as soon as the sky was dark, Jiang Yuhuai hurried away with a lamp, as if he was in a hurry. He lowered his head and walked forward, and almost collided with Evil Xiaoqi at the corner of the verandah.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the young man with shiny eyes, still smiling at the corners of his mouth, picking up the faint light to form a crescent-like arc.

A warm spring breeze gently brushed his face, no one said a word, and the two teenagers passed by.

A thin layer of silk hangs from the window, and when you look at it from the dark to the light, it has a dreamlike taste. Evil Xiaoqi spread out his palms and unfolded the crumpled strips of cloth.

A few words, but enough.

Evil Xiaoqi's heart was pounding wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, not to mention the pain but tangled.

A retreat without a retreat itself means giving up something.

No other way.