The world says that the drama is ruthless, but they don't know why the drama is ruthless, they all say that the bitch is unrighteous, but they don't know why the bitch is unrighteous......

Chang'an, the most prosperous place in the world, a lot of things happen every day, and a lot of things happen to everyone. No matter whether they are rich or poor, high or low, they all have their own lives and lives.

Some people's lives have been hastily memorized by scholars, and they have become stories that have been passed down through the ages. And some people's stories are destined to be precipitated in the long river of time, and no one cares.

The snow in Chang'an City drifted for three days and three nights, and the footprints of pedestrians on the street were buried by falling snowflakes in a short time, as if to hide the bleakness and pain of this seemingly glorious city.

In the alley in the southeast corner of Chang'an City, a group of "ruthless and unrighteous" people in the eyes of the world gathered, here is the favorite place for those who like to chant poetry, drink spirits and ride fast horses, and it is also a place for those who like to climb the wealth and power of the wealthy and powerful people to have fun.

They all wanted to get a little warmth from these heartless people on this cold winter day, and the warm light of the fire in every room was swaying, and the charcoal burned with a crackling sound, as if they were afraid of the silence in the air.

In one of the rooms, the bed tent was half-covered, the messy clothes were scattered all over the place, the candlelight was faintly transparent, reflecting a graceful figure, the appearance could not be seen clearly, the long black hair was inserted horizontally by the jade hairpin, and a beautiful bun was pulled, and the plain white clothes could not hide the attractive figure.

The woman sat on her knees on the bed, and below her was a man who had undressed and bowed down. The woman stroked the man's lower abdomen with her white fingers, her apricot lips opened slightly, and the fragrant tongue in her mouth kept turning, as if she was tasting the most delicious food in the world.

The man's breathing gradually became rapid under the beautiful woman's constant breathing, the limbs were unconsciously forced, the body was straightened, the woman swallowed more quickly, accompanied by a slight snort, with the crackling of charcoal, the woman's head was tightly pressed between the legs by the man, the woman struggled for a while, and let the man fiddle.

Next door to this room, is a woman named An Qing, about twenty-nine years old, her face is beautiful but slightly pale, the woman looks straight ahead, her eyes are empty without a trace of brilliance, and a hairpin with green beads is obliquely inserted in her hair, in addition, An Qing has no other jewelry on her body.

Different from the richness of other rooms, her room exudes a light elegance, there are two calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and the guqin in front of her has fallen a thin layer of dust, obviously not touched for a long time. Next to her sat an old woman with heavy makeup, ten fingers covered with large and small rings, and the makeup on her face was so thick that it looked like she was wearing a mask.

"Anqing, let me tell you, men's promises are not as valuable as the fat powder on the old lady's face, Tu Nan made your belly bigger for nine months, I raised you for nine months, and the capital will be lost, you don't accept the guests now, what should I do if I have such a child? My wife won't help you raise it! Lose money! I heard that Tunan's family moved away a long time ago, and I don't know why you have to keep your children for life or death! ”

The woman pointed at An Qing and scolded in a strange tone. An Qing didn't respond, because he had heard the same words too many times, but when he heard the name Tu Nan, he still couldn't help shedding two lines of tears, which made his already bloodless face even paler.

Tu Nan is a regular customer of Anqing, he is not very young, very talented or generous, on the contrary, he is a married man, his wife is a woman from a large local family, he is not as happy as those romantic talents, but Tu Nan will often secretly come to listen to her play the piano and talk to her.

Over time, An Qing felt that this man was different, he could understand his own piano, and he could know the second half of what he said, Tu Nan always said that one day he would marry her home, and she thought that this was love. So she conceived for him, waiting for one day to be taken home by Tunan, nine months passed, and she didn't see this man for nine months.

The fire in front of her didn't seem to be able to bring a trace of warmth to An Qing, her body trembled a little, and she glanced down at the brocade handkerchief in her hand, which was embroidered with her favorite chrysanthemum, as well as two poems written by Tu Nan, "I'd rather die with incense than fall into the north wind." ”

Tu Nan said that she was like a chrysanthemum, preferring to exude a fragrant dead branch rather than be blown away by the north wind. At that moment, she simply felt that Tu Nan was the person who knew herself best and loved herself the most in this world, even more than herself, she was willing to do everything for this man, give everything she had, use everything to please him, and watch him smile contentedly, so that she could be happy.

In the eyes of the sisters around her, An Qing is very stupid, and she is also self-inflicted, and having feelings with guests is the biggest taboo for these prostitutes, but some things have nothing to do with experience and experience, and when they really meet that person, no matter how smart they are, they can't escape.

The snow outside the window kept drifting, and it seemed very quiet, making the night even more mysterious.

At night, Anqing had a difficult birth, she hoarsely begged the midwife to keep the child, otherwise she would not live, the midwife was soft-hearted and kept the child, it was a girl, she was held in her arms by the midwife without crying or making trouble, very cute.

The midwife asked the name of the dying An Qing's child, and An Qing removed the hairpin with green beads from the loose hair and said with difficulty:

"Just... It's called... Green beads. ”

After speaking, the arm was loosened, the hairpin jingled and fell to the ground, and the green beads in the midwife's arms suddenly cried loudly, and the baby's cry disturbed the silent night, and also quieted the noise of the green building.

The women who were serving the guests stopped and listened intently, listening to the hope of the newborn. At this moment, they even envied An Qing's bravery, freedom and ease... I don't know if it was sweat or tears, moistening their faces.

At the moment when the crying occurred, the dilapidated hut next to the brothel ushered in a new owner, a woman in her forties, with disheveled hair half white, a heavy bookcase on her back, a burden on her shoulders, and a girl of seven or eight years old.

The bookcase on the woman's back belonged to her husband, who had died of illness not long ago, and was a scholar, an honest showman. Originally, she relied on ghostwriting and lawsuits to make a living, but after her death, women could only live in this dilapidated alley to do laundry in brothels to make a living.

Although Xiucai failed to gain fame during his lifetime, he loved his wife and children very much, taught his mother and daughter to read and write, and her daughter was even more smart and clever, and she could understand piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at a touch.

The girl looks lively and active, especially a pair of deep and clear big eyes, smart, no one remembers the woman's name, people only know that the child she is holding in her hand has a nice name - Yu Youwei.