Rong Yan lived in Aunt Yan's Yilan Garden, because the housewife said that she could live here as long as she wanted, Rong Yan began to enjoy such a wonderful day after day of good days, people here generally start to get up and wash up at noon, Rong Yan always feels that there is a different time difference between here and the Qingyang Palace she once brought, because when the Qingyang Palace, she has to get up at least every day before dawn to boil water, prepare hot water for breakfast and cleansing, but it is different in Aunt Yan's Yilan GardenPeople here put the best time of the day after the sun goes down, and she starts to feel fresh and comfortable.

In the evening, she only needs to sit behind the bead curtain with her own pipa, and wait for the little girl with the red tooth board next to her to give her a look and start playing her favorite tunes.

Sometimes, she can't help but wonder if such a life with a slightly compromised nature is really so suitable for her to stay. Perhaps, she has a little bit of lowly blood in her bones.

Just as she was thinking like this, there was a pair of too bright eyes under the table, looking at her through the bead curtain in a daze, as if he wanted to see her clearly through the bead curtain. Such a look is so familiar. Rong Yan chuckled, and she heard the sneer and mockery in her throat. Ever since she took off the face that didn't belong to her, she had often received such envious glances.

Men, not all the same, greedy, hypocritical, eyes are always only full of desire, or the kind of desire that has not been disguised at all, but, this is not bad, at least, there are not so many intrigues here, except for the second day here, there is a drunken man who took her hand and wanted to make out with her when Aunt Yan happened to see it, and after quietly crushing the man's hand bones, the regulars here know that the new Lan Gongzi here is Aunt Yan's favorite, No one can lift a finger.

Otherwise, the end will be miserable.

That was the time, Rong Yan really felt that the women in this place were actually very harmonious and easy to get along with.

Although Yilan Garden is a hook column, there is always something different from other places.

At least, it's not that dirty.

When Rong Yan thought so, the last note of the song had already been released under her hand. There was a burst of applause under the stage, and someone smashed a lot of silver ingots on the stage, Rong Yan looked at the ground of a pit on the platform that was smashed out by the hard silver ingots, and smiled helplessly, this money is not enough for Aunt Yan to spend money to find a cement craftsman to repair the floor.

The girl holding the red paneling on the opposite side had an obvious flash of jealousy in her eyes, but she disguised it well, and quickly lowered her head, Rong Yan looked at her, most girls at this age are vain, thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, she is not much older than others, but there is always a feeling of old-fashioned after speaking, yes, girls of their age are always afraid that others will not see them, but she is diametrically opposed, All she could think about now was to hide herself in front of so many people.

She glanced again at the girl whose eyes had been fixed on the silver ingots on the floor, picked up her harp, and walked away. Someone was whistling and someone was cheering, "Lan Gongzi, Lan Gongzi!" ”

This is a very strange thing, she is obviously a woman, but she has to be called "Lan Gongzi" instead of "Lan girl". This made Rong Yan very uncomfortable. But there is no way, Aunt Yan said, this is the characteristic of their Yilan Garden, every girl who is talented or has special skills must be respected as "Gongzi." "It seems that this is more elegant.

On the flower path that exited, she always felt as if someone was following her behind her, but she didn't think much about it, after all, no one in Aunt Yan's territory could run out so boldly to do something to her. Otherwise, their ending can refer to the experience of the unlucky boy brother who was crushed by Aunt Yan's hand bones.

However, this time the situation was indeed a little different, when this kind of tracking was staged on the tenth day, Rong Yan wondered if she should go to Aunt Yan to say that someone was plotting against her, at least, she was planning to find an opportunity to plot against her.

As usual, after she played the music for the guests, she was on her way back to her Yalan courtyard from the front desk, and a person followed her unhurriedly. Several times she thought about turning back coldly to see if that person was a human or a ghost, but she was controlled by the calmness in her heart.

It is possible that he is a pervert who is simply trying to conspire with her beauty, or he may be a pawn of Ya Po, who intends to buy her from here or steal her by more despicable means, and then take her for his own use. I have to say that since there is a Lan Gongzi who can play the piano, Yilan Garden's voice has improved a lot, although they have been very prosperous here before.

From Aunt Yan's eyes, which bloom every day, she knew that this guy who was neither male nor female made money and had hand cramps.

There was a third possibility, but she didn't want to think about it.

The third type is...... Maybe this person was assigned by someone to appear here, and his appearance was not accidental, but was driven by others. She was here, so Bai Chuan wanted to find her as a target for his own recovery, and from that day when Song Yunhu asked her to write a letter, she knew that she would tell that man where she was and where she was hiding, and even if he came to her in person now, she would not feel the slightest strangeness and suspicion. Because Shirakawa is such a capable man. However, if it is not Shirakawa, if it is ...... What if it's Wei Sa?

That man......

Rong Yan's footsteps slowed down unconsciously, in the night when it was already dark and almost unable to see the stars, she actually felt a little familiar, as if she had returned to the night when she needed to use the firelight of a city to light up the sky, she found a clean place next to the flower bed, sat down, and there were a lot of chrysanthemums blooming in the flower bed. Flowers, swaying, she really admires Aunt Yan's ability, she has never seen the chrysanthemum hidden deep in the arrogance. Flowers, I have never seen such a charming chrysanthemum. Flower.

I put my fingers on the top of the petals, and the faint goose yellow color made her fingers very beautiful, and the fingers of people who can play the piano are very beautiful, slender, white, like chopsticks made of two ivory, slender, straight.

She herself had no idea how peaceful and beautiful the expression now lay on her face. After a woman calms down, she has such a bright and moving charm and spirituality.

"Don't stare at them like that, the flowers here aren't as beautiful as yours." A man's rough voice came from behind her, Rong Yan subconsciously shook her shoulders, as if she was frightened, she turned around, and sure enough, she saw a burly man standing in the shadows under the corridor, not moving, just standing there watching her talk. Judging by the aura emanating from the man's body, she knew it was the stalker who had been following her all these days.

"yes, where do they look good with me." She laughed after she finished speaking, this tone and method of speaking were simply too similar to Song Yunhu's woman. By the way, that woman has always been synonymous with impropriety.

The man didn't seem to expect her to say this, and he was stunned, and then laughed, and Rong Yan began to lower his vigilance, because a man who can laugh heartily like this must not have any bad intentions.

"My name is Hwaseong, and I've listened to you play a tune for more than ten days." Hwaseong was a very clean man, and when he said this, he still had a smile on his face, but his lips were hidden by a large beard, and it was impossible to tell if he had ever laughed or not.

Plucked the strings in her hand, making a "zheng" sound, she raised her head again, and smiled like smoke, "Well, I'm Lan Xiang, and this name is very cheesy, so you can still call me Lan Gongzi or Lan Girl." ”

Hwaseong hummed and laughed, walked out of the shadows, and stood in front of her, her tall and mighty body blocking the light under the eaves behind her, trapping her in a small dark shadow, "I'm leaving here tomorrow." ”

Rong Yan looked at his angular face inexplicably, and asked stupidly, "So what?" ”

"So I'm here to say goodbye to you today." He said it naturally.

Rong Yan was not as open as him, but frowned, and said suspiciously, "Do I know you?" ”

"No, to be exact, I know you, and you don't know me. I only stayed in this city for half a month, but I spent fifteen days living in Yilan Garden and listening to you play the piano, so I don't think you know me, but your piano sound is confirmed to be me. He was very sure, and that kind of serious look made Rong Yan dare not laugh.

"Oh, that's my piano sound." She had no choice but to go along with it.

He was silent, but without hesitation, he leaned down, held up her face, and said very seriously, "I haven't heard such a sad song in many years. Very nice to hear. He suddenly stopped talking, but Rong Yan thought of what he was about to say.

"He's leaving tomorrow, so there's probably no chance he'll hear her again." But this sentence, Rong Yan didn't say it, she looked at the person in front of her, tall and mighty, it seemed that he was a soldier or a person from the army, because only people who have lived a life of licking blood with a knife head can have such an aura of dying but not afraid. Probably, he will return to the place where the desert meets, only two cities away, and continue the bloody battle.

Thinking like this, Rong Yan unconsciously thought of the night when the family was ruined and the country was destroyed, it was also so dark, so quiet, and so dead.

Only such a person is her bosom friend and can understand her piano sound.

She avoided his hand, put her hands on the strings, and said lightly, "In that case, then I will give you a piece of music, which can be regarded as a welcome gift, and it can be regarded as a send-off for you." ”