The church meeting dispersed, and Qiuchen returned in a hurry. He seemed to be running away, and left without saying hello.

Only Qiu Xiaotong cleaned up his outfit alone, with a cold face, and no matter who came to ask him, he wouldn't agree.

Lu Fulin felt that he was different, he was the third young master, and this Qiu Xiaotong had to sell himself more or less face.

"Annoying brother to tell the truth, where did Qiuchen go?"

"He's gone." said a cold word, did not say why he left, and did not say where he went.

"You don't want to hit his mind." Another cold sentence.

"Oh."

Seeing this situation, Lu Fulin was a little indelible.

The clock rang outside, and he should go back to his house, and his father would come to check what he had done today.

But he was reluctant to leave, and he was nostalgic for this, even though Qiu Chengui was not there.

His eyes fell on the plum blossom brocade robe on the shelf.

"It's his clothes, and they've fallen here."

"I couldn't wear it, the children chased and made a noise, pushed a candle, and touched the top and burned it."

He picked up the brocade robe, and sure enough, there was a hole the size of a copper coin at the hem.

"It's still a favorite piece of dust, but it's a pity. But it's okay, the clothes are not as good as new, this one has been worn for many years. ”

"I'll take it back and ask the maid at home to help make it up. Xianglan's little girl is the best at mending clothes! ”

Qiu Xiaotong glanced at him, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"Who's his favorite robe?"

He smiled stupidly, held the robe in his arms, turned around and went out to call Xianglan.

When I returned, the house was empty. Nothing is gone, costumes, props, all gone.

Like they'll never come back.

"Where's Qiu Xiaotong? Lu An, Lu An! Where have all the people gone, where have they gone......"

He was in a hurry, and finally took out the appearance of a young master and called people everywhere!

I haven't found out where he lives yet, if he doesn't come tomorrow, and he won't come later, will he never see him again in this life?

"Third Young Master, are you looking for me?"

"Where's Qiu Xiaotong? What about Hehiban? Why is there nothing left, and the congregation is over? Don't sing it later? ”

Incoherent and anxious, he was even aggrieved, feeling that they were deliberately avoiding him.

"The church will sing for a month, but the Caiyun class will be changed later."

"Don't change it, who asked you to change it, how good it is to sing with Xiban!"

"Third young master, it's not that I asked me to change, it's that those two corners don't want to come, saying that they are not in good health and want to go back to rest."

Excuse!

Lu Fulin chased out the door, and Qiu Xiaotong was moving his head to the car. I don't know if I saw him, but I hurriedly got in the car and left.

He was bent on finding Qiuchengui, so he chased the car all the way until he reached Zuihua Street.

Drunken Flower Street, falling flowers are messy, drinking Shanshan, and singing drunk dreams.

There are all actors and prostitutes living here, and the prosperity is over, and there is only a lonely place.

The drunken men and women lying on the streets have been toyed with and abandoned here. There is the smell of wine in his mouth, and there are whimpering and whimpering, telling the fate of making people.

Lu Fulin was a little afraid, his good upbringing since childhood gave him no chance to see this. He carefully shifted his steps, bypassing the filth of a place, and placing himself in a mess.

Where can I find him?

"Xiao Sheng didn't want to fight with Miss's ears and temples, and he had a long-term relationship...... Senior brother, do you think I'm playing this fan? ”

"No, no, Xiaosheng plays with a fan, don't want orchid fingers, dust returns, it's not me who said, you are still suitable for Xiaodan, how can you think of singing Xiaosheng."

It's his voice, he's learning Xiaosheng play, but his voice is still his daughter's Jiao.

He searched for the voice, found the building of Hexiban, knocked on the door with joy, and called his name.

It wasn't him who opened the door, it was Qiu Xiaotong, and the voice of the daughter inside stopped abruptly.

"Third Young Master, why did you come here?"

The implication of his words was still laughing at himself, how could the young master of the dignified official family come to such a pickled place.

But he still felt that he was sarcastic about himself.

"I'm here to find Qiuchen."

He stood in front of the door like a proud child.

He's found him, and that's enough to make him proud.

"No, nobody, dust to him, no one to see!" He said that he was going to close the door, but the door was not so easy to close.

"I want to see him, I want to see him!" This is the first time he has been vexatious. Learn from those scoundrels to move their hands, push and shove to get in.

"Senior brother, let him in, don't hurt the peace."

"Dust returns, you go in, ignore him!" With a heavy push, the young master staggered to the ground.

is so weak that you can't help it, and you dare to come to Drunken Flower Street!

Qiu Xiaotong used to practice for the play, but now it comes in handy, punching and punching, using him as a stake for martial arts training.

Lu Fulin is a scholar, useless and a scholar.

didn't make a sound, didn't beg for mercy, didn't cry out for pain, covered his head with his hands, let him beat and kick.

"You can't go!"

"If you don't go, I want to see him!"

"I don't know what to do!"

Continue to smash his fists, he wants to make him admit defeat and let him break this thought!

No one is allowed to get close to Qiuchen anymore, no matter which family he is the son of.

"Senior brother, stop fighting, stop fighting!"

Qiu Chengui finally couldn't sit still, rushed out, grabbed Qiu Xiaotong, and protected him with his body. His long hair fell on his face, itching and tugging.

"Dust, do you want to repeat the mistakes of the past! It's enough to suffer like that! ”

"Third Young Master, he...... He's different from them! ”

He glanced at Lu Fulin weakly, and he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

Let's hope so.

"I'm here for your good! Have you forgotten the incident in Cuiyun Tower! ”

He was silent, and his face turned pale. It must be unforgettable, such humiliation.

"Senior brother, don't worry about it, the third young master won't harm me."

Qiu Xiaotong's eyes were intertwined with complex emotions, he gritted his teeth, and wanted to drop his fist, but in the end he gave up.

"Dust, you are so self-sufficient!" He turned away, not wanting to mind his business anymore.

He helped him up, and the purple on his face could be seen in the cold moonlight.

"How can this be......" he touched it, and the pain made him tremble.

"It's fine."

He comforted him.

He took off his costume and changed into a man's tunic with his hair scattered over his shoulders and his face half-covered. It's not like a woman anymore, but it's still "charming".

What he likes is his "flattery", not so much liking as yearning.

"Third Young Master, don't come here in the future, it's dirty here, it's not for you to come."

"I'm looking for you."

But I didn't know what to say when I saw him.

At this moment, I feel even more stupid, where are all the books I read on weekdays!

"It's good to see you, I'm leaving."

It was a little difficult for him to get up, but Qiu Chengui helped him and let him lean on himself until he walked to the end of Drunken Flower Street.

"Third Young Master, I'll send you here."

"Is that all?"

Can't you send it a little longer? He thought he could spend a little longer with him.

"I'm afraid that my brother will be angry again."

He bowed apologetically and quickly turned back.

He disappeared into the fog and became a silhouette.

The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as the old.

He had an old man in his heart, and that old man only left him scars.

He was afraid, such a false infatuation.