The red dust is like a dream, drunk, it was a dusty last night's dream. A wisp of love, a few sorrows, and how many mundane things are entangled.

Chen Qi knew that Yu Youwei's mother was getting weaker and weaker, so he took out what little savings he had, and even finally sold the Qin emblem and Qin Zhen. He is going to give the money to Yu Youwei's mother and daughter and buy medicine for them.

Perhaps many people have a deep affection for old things, and like to see things and think about people, so they will save a lot of old things, especially the things that others give them, those meaningful things.

Master's piano is naturally extremely precious, but no matter how precious things are, they are not as important as the person in front of him, not to mention that he has some inexplicable feelings for Youwei in his heart. Moreover, the most precious things left by the master are actually the piano skills and thoughts he taught Chen Qi, and these have been deeply imprinted in Chen Qi's mind.

Also wanting to help Yu Youwei are the women of the brothel, many of them are kind women, and the reason why they are considered ruthless by the world is only because few people have affection for them.

"Chen Gongzi, this is the money that I and a few sisters put together, we usually don't have much savings, although it may not be much, but I hope to help Miss Yu."

"Miss Miao, this is your intention, or you should give it to Youwei in person."

In front of Chen Qi, there stood a beautiful woman, who looked a little shorter Chen Qi, with a goose-yellow silk long skirt, tied by a light blue belt, which made the already concave and convex figure look more exquisite.

This woman is the woman who drank with him last night, and her face still has traces of crying last night.

The woman surnamed Miao shook her head sadly after listening to Chen Yan's words, "Miss Yu has a chaste temperament, if she knew that we made up this money, she would definitely not accept it." ”

"Why?" Chen Qi asked suspiciously.

The woman surnamed Miao looked at Chen Qi and smiled self-deprecatingly, but the sadness in her eyes could not be concealed, "Because of us, dirty." ”

Chen Qi suddenly understood, and just wanted to persuade her, but the Miao girl stuffed the money bag in her hand into Chen Qi's hand, turned around and ran away.

"Miss Miao, I believe that you are the purest woman in the world. More kind and lovely than the women outside. Chen Qi looked at Miss Miao's back and said such a sentence in his heart.

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There are many things in life that you can't predict and can't change, but the common feelings of birth, old age, sickness and death are beyond the reach of man.

Yu Youwei failed to save her mother's life with medicine, and that night, Yu Yu's mother left quietly, her hand tightly grasped Yu Youwei's hand, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, which didn't seem to be in much pain.

When a person dies, he must be buried, just like fallen leaves return to their roots, dust returns to dust, although Yu Youwei doesn't understand, but after experiencing her father's death, she knows that to find a piece of land for her mother, it is best to have a coffin and do a ritual.

Chen Qi and Miss Miao couldn't exchange the money they had pooled into medicine, so they bought a piece of land in a nearby field, bought an ordinary coffin, and even found a monk who could do rituals.

The monk is extremely fat, it is hard to believe that he is vegetarian and fat, wearing a monk's robe that is propped up to the old high, from a distance it looks like Maitreya Buddha is alive, but there is no kind smile on his face, his face is full of meat, it looks a little vicious, there is a string of prayer beads hanging from his fat neck, and he walks with a rattling sound. What's even funnier is that the monk is not wearing monk shoes on his feet, but wearing a pair of clogs, and when he steps on the ground, his fat body crushes out of a creaking sound.

The ritual was done for three days and three nights, and the fourth day was the day of burial early in the morning, the sky was bright, the wind was a little resentful, the rain was a little cold, and Yu Youwei was dressed in filial piety, like a delicate hibiscus.

The weak willows on both sides of the road were like brushing sleeves, yellow paper was scattered all over the ground, Yu Youwei walked at the front of the team, and behind her was the fat monk, saying that the team actually only had a few coffin bearers who paid for money, followed by Chen Yan, Luzhu, and Miss Miao.

In some of the blue sky, there was a lone star, shattered into light. Yu Youwei was a little cold in her thin clothes, trembling and looking extremely thin. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she had cried so many times these days that she couldn't help but cry just by thinking of her mother's appearance.