Chapter 13: The Death of the Wind Groan

The next day, a curtain was hung in the lobby of Yuchun Building, and early in the morning, news came out from Yunchun Building that Miss Fengyin would play fifteen pipa classics tonight! This is definitely a shocking move for Feng Yin, who only plays two guqin songs a day, and it is undoubtedly a huge excitement for listeners and spectators!

The hall was full of people early, due to the haste of preparation, the crowded scene was extremely chaotic, the maids and men in the whole building were all in a hurry, and the old bustard did not forget to use his mouth that was already smiling to keep explaining to the suspicious guests, why today's wind chant performance should hang up the curtain and not show his face.

If you are in a hurry, you will mutter: "This wind chant is really, I don't even say a word in advance to prepare, and suddenly I want to do some kind of piano night." ”

When the first sound of the strings sounded, the audience gradually quieted down, and the sound of the piano slowly drifted out, echoing throughout the hall, like the gurgling water in the deep mountains, and then the sound of pine waves, the sound of the wind, and gradually seemed to have a little drizzle......

A song "Mountains and Flowing Water" is a bosom friend, I sit in the curtain tent and hold the pipa and play it slowly, this song is for Feng Yin, she should have taken advantage of the chaos of the crowd to leave Yuchun Tower now.

No matter where you choose to go, Feng Yin, Tsing Yi hopes that you will always be as beautiful as your name.

The night's performance was a great victory, and at the strong demand of the audience, the curtain hanging in front of me was slowly removed, and then I saw the frightened eyes of the old bustard, and I thought that she must have guessed what was happening.

However, the audience was not disappointed because it was not the wind moaning, but exclaimed because it was me.

In these days in Yuchun Tower, I have gradually grown up and become taller, there is no rough work in Fengyin, and my skin is gradually white and delicate, and Fengyin always admires me for the slim and slim I have begun to come and go.

And tonight, I took off my rough clothes that didn't fit at all, put on a delicate bright red dance dress, pulled my long hair up high, spent a long time learning to draw makeup, and looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, and I told myself that I would make everyone forget about the wind by myself, and I would let her live freely like the breeze in her future life. That's the only thing I can do for her......

I did it.

That night, the bustard took Feng Yin's deed of sale and told me that as long as I danced here, then she would not hand over this deed of sale to the government.

However, the next day, news came from Yuchun Tower that Feng Yin met a robber on the way to escape, but fortunately was rescued by the family of the prospective husband's family.

On the third day, news came that Feng Yin had committed suicide.

Her husband, who had not yet passed the door, was also kind, and held a simple funeral for her, burying her under the peach trees in the mountains behind Chang'an City.

At the funeral, she left alone, without relatives and friends, because the old mother said that it is better not to be on the stage for people of our status.

I don't know what she thought at the last moment of her life, and I don't know where the lover she was waiting for was located? I don't know if that man knows that a woman does not hesitate to sacrifice her life in order to protect her love! But the shrunken turtle couldn't give her a ride at her funeral! The man in this world is not as cheerful and strong as a weak and helpless woman!