"Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu, what are you living for in this life?" She put her head up again and was stunned, "Life must have a purpose." Everyone, born in the world, must have a purpose, whether it is for themselves or for others. I'm not good at craft, and I'm not good at cleaning. The only things I know are embroidery and arithmetic. However, there are rules in the accounting office that women cannot be recruited. Moreover, the art of embroidery was also banned the year before. So now, I'm an idiot who doesn't know anything. In the past year, in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there have been more things to be done than to cause trouble. Mr. Xiang and the owner of the museum are willing to keep me, which is already great mercy. If I get out of here, I'm afraid I'll be on the streets. It won't work like this. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm about the same age as Mr. Xiang...... Why didn't I know anything when Mr. Xiang was already functional...... I'm going to do something about it, it's just that I don't know what I'm going to do yet. ”

The curator was busy cleaning up the mess from the job fair that had just begun. He was engrossed in doing things, and he didn't notice the change in Xiaoqiu's expression at all, let alone Xiaoqiu's gradually changing heart. He only cares about Mr. Xiang, and the fate of other idle people has nothing to do with him.

If he could have discovered Xiaoqiu's abnormality earlier, if he had prevented what was about to happen in the future, he would not have blamed himself so much for the rest of his life.

Xiaoqiu has never been a really stupid person, she is so sensitive and persistent. If Mr. Xiang and the curator had understood this earlier, Mr. Xiang would not have had the joy of the rest of his life. What is behind the joy, Mr. Xiang will never know.

Xiaoqiu's final ending, that's all later. According to the consistent routine of this article, the happy trip, the final ending, will not be the real joy. The joy of loneliness and sadness is hidden and it is all the more intriguing.

To quote a sentence "Saiong loses his horse and knows whether he is blessed or not", whether it is joy or sorrow, life goes on. A person's life goes on, and the life of the person related to him goes on. Heaven can never guarantee that everyone will always be happy. Even if the last moments of his life were joyful, there must have been countless pains in his life.

Even if he is happy now, who can guarantee that it is complete joy. All happiness is under certain conditions, and the biggest condition is what the person thinks and doesn't want at that time, whether he wants or not. If his wish is fulfilled, this can be regarded as a joy for this person.

For example, a young woman gets married. If she marries a wishful husband, the wedding must be joyful; But if she marries someone she hates, then the wedding is a disaster. At the end of the day, a wedding is only happy if the bride's desire to get the person she wants.

On this day, just as the curator had sorted everything out and was about to go back, a man of eighteen or nineteen years old barged in. He wore a more ordinary, plain linen shirt and shorts, with a reckless appearance.

But the well-informed curator could see that this person was very thoughtful, and his recklessness was just a cover-up.

"Wait a minute! I'm here for an interview, too! ”

The curator squinted at him, "This boy looks familiar. ”

This person made a fuss and smiled: "There are many people in the world who look alike." ”

"Hmm. Play a song and listen to it. ”

The curator and the man put the table back on. The man placed the guqin on the table.

Xiaoqiu looked at the guqin and was stunned: It's really beautiful, even more beautiful than Mr. Xiang's~

The sound of the piano flowing from the man's fingers was not a virtuosity, but it was very moving.

The curator frowned and thought for a while: "Since there are no other applicants coming, your piano skills are acceptable, so move in today." ”

The man was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, the hall owner." ”

"What's your name?"

"Proper season."

"Okay."

The curator beckoned to Xiao Qiu who was in a daze: "Xiao Qiu, come, take this son to visit our Xiaoxiang Music Hall." ”

"Oh."

Xiaoqiu floated like a ghost in front, and Ying Jie looked around in the back: "I heard that there is a Mr. Xiang in the Xiaoxiang Music Hall, who can play music that only immortals can play." ”

"Yes, there is such a person." When Xiaoqiu said this, her vocal cords were a little tense and her throat was a little astringent.

"Can you tell me about him?"

He was often expressionless, with a look of concern, and he spoke seriously. Picky and calculating, but he's kind. ”

"Oh? How kind is it? ”

Xiaoqiu was depressed for a while, but decided to tell Ying Jie her story: "Last year, I was kicked out of the house by my stepmother, and my father didn't care about me. My birth mother was afraid of her husband and did not want to take me in. It was winter, and there were snowflakes. I was barefoot, with only underwear and a thin tunic with many holes.

I fainted outside the door of the Xiaoxiang Music Hall. Mr. Xiang saved me. I fell asleep for three days, and Mr. Xiang took care of me for three days. In my sleep, I thought that I would die like that, but Mr. Xiang kept telling me that you can't die, you still have delicious food, you haven't listened to the best music, and you still have to marry a wishful husband.

When I woke up, what I saw was not the vicious face of my stepmother, the cowardly face of my biological mother, and the indifferent eyes of my father, but the most beautiful smile in the world, and a bowl of hot porridge. Xiaoqiu talked about the emotion, thinking of Mr. Xiang's indifferent and sometimes enthusiastic face at that time, and the bitterness and throbbing in his heart welled up in his eyes at the same time.

She didn't want Ying Jie to see her embarrassed appearance, so she didn't look over her head and hurriedly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

Ying Jie looked at her back sympathetically, her eyes were deep, as if she had seen through the heart of this simple woman.

She is really too innocent, she will not hide herself at all, who can blame her fate in the future? Who inadvertently got her involved in a drama she shouldn't have been involved in.

When he arrived at his room, Ying Jie carefully looked at everything in the room, with an imperceptible smile on his face, and a joy in his voice that he tried his best to hide: "These, could it be that they were all designed by Mr. Xiang?" ”

Xiaoqiu nodded: "Yes, all rooms are the same arrangement. Eh, how did you guess that? ”

Ying Jie did not answer her. With a light smile on the corner of his mouth, he sat down at the table and put the guqin down. He took out of his pocket a piece of fine silk wrapped in fine silk and carefully rubbed the strings one by one.

Xiaoqiu looked at him blankly, thinking: Why does he have the same habits as Mr. Xiang? Isn't it like this for everyone who plays the guqin?

When night fell, everyone in the Xiaoxiang Music Hall gathered.

Xiaoqiu was preparing the tableware and accidentally touched Mr. Xiang's hand.

The old musician's wife sat next to Xiaoqiu and stared at her with a smile, but her eyes were not happy, but worried. That smile was just a habit.

Xiaoqiu could vaguely feel the worry in the heart of the musician's wife. It's just that she doesn't understand why she worries about herself.

Ying Jie raised his glass and toasted everyone: "At the beginning of the next year, please take care of you in the future." ”

The curator and the old musician politely replied, and the old musician and the woman had some doubts, and finally returned the salute.

"Old man, look at this festival, it looks weird." She whispered.

"It's really weird, his face is unnatural, there's so much hidden in his eyes."

"Do you think his eyes resemble a man's?"

"Shhhhh It's better not to think about it too much, you and I have retired, and it shouldn't be involved in anything related to that incident. ”

"Look at that little girl, don't you like it...... He? ”

"This little girl is straightforward and kind, and she is a perfect match for him. It's just that he is now in danger himself, and it is really not suitable to implicate women in again. ”

Mr. Xiang looked at the old musician and his wife: "Grandpa Du? Grandma Du? ”

The old musician and his wife laughed from ear to ear: "Oh, they've grown so big!" I remember the last time we saw you, you were two or three years old. ”

Mr. Xiang showed a rare smile: "It's hard for you to come here on purpose." ”

"I'm really not at ease, but now that I'm safe and sound, I'm much more relieved."

The old musician's wife kicked him lightly and persuaded him not to talk any more.

The old musician closed his mouth, only to realize that Ying Jie had been sneaking at it with his eyes.

Xiaoqiu and the little guy stood aside and waited because they were subordinates.

The little guy secretly asked Xiaoqiu: "Why do they eat weird at this meal?" ”

Indeed, they all seem to be hiding their hearts. But how do I know why? Isn't it in vain that you ask me? ”

After eating, everyone went back to their rooms.

"Knock knock." Mr. Xiang heard a gentle knock at the door and walked over to open it.

He thought it was Xiaoqiu, so he said, "Why did you suddenly become so gentle today?" What's going on so late? ”

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw a man of the same age as me. He didn't react for a while, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Ying...... Should it be? ”

Ying Jie smiled softly and walked into the room without being invited.

"Hey, why are you so rude?"

"I heard that you are usually a serious person, why are you so nervous when you see me? You see, the tongue is knotted. ”

Mr. Xiang was a little shy, and he didn't know why, but he was really a little nervous. Because of the smell of Yingjie's body, he felt very familiar. Not only the taste, but also the tone of his voice, the way he walked, the aura that emanated from him.

"You...... Reminds me of a person. Mr. Xiang bowed his head and smiled.

"Oh? Who? I don't look like your unmarried wife, do I? ”

"Of course not, you're just like me. And I don't have anyone in particular yet. ”

"You've grown so big, and you don't have anyone you particularly like?"

"Not everyone meets someone they particularly like so early." Mr. Xiang smiled like a child.

"That girl named Xiaoqiu is quite delicate and beautiful. She seems to like you! ”

Mr. Xiang's expression suddenly became solemn: "I know, her mind is obvious. How can I not feel it when I get along day and night. I feel like I should like her. It's just that I really don't dare to be emotional, and I've been suppressing. ”

"Why?"

"I've had miracles, I've made a terrible wish."

"Oh? What is the desire? Ying Jie continued to ask.

Mr. Xiang suddenly realized that he had talked a little too much tonight, so he didn't want to say anything more: "That's all for today, I'm tired." You also rest early. Work will start tomorrow. ”