The drizzle continued, and the falling rain wet Hu Biaozhen's pale hair, and he walked on crutches, and at this moment, suddenly a paper umbrella covered his head, blocking the drizzle.

Hu Biaozhen waved his hand angrily, and said impatiently, "The old man said that he didn't want an umbrella, you-"

He threw his robe behind him, and it wasn't the old servant standing behind him.

It's Chen Jinqiu.

"It's official, talk about business in the house, and the boss and the junior are the bosses." Chen Jinqiu respectfully handed out most of the umbrella to cover Hu Biaozhen's rain, and immediately smiled sincerely, "Now it's for selfishness, the younger generation holds the umbrella for the elders, Master Hu, the student Jin Qiu will send you out of the house."

Hu Biaozhen looked at Chen Jinqiu in a daze, looking at his shoulders wet by the rain, those rain marks reminded him of Chen Qiusheng's appearance back then, and that sentence.

"Students hold umbrellas for adults, and adults walk slowly."

Hu Biao was really hoarse with emotion, and then repeated what he replied to Chen Qiusheng back then: "This is very good, this way, you and I will go together."

Chen Jinqiu took the crutches handed by Hu Biaozhen, and handed it to the old servant, and then he carefully supported Hu Biaozhen, one old and one young, stepping on the bluestone ground, step by step, slowly moving forward.

Seeing this, the two people on the left and right of Tingwei suddenly looked at each other, and they both grinned lightly, and then one of them slightly waved his wet sleeve robe, and the other raised his sleeves and said in unison, "Jun first, please."

In the study, Gao Cheng held a green pear in his mouth, looked at the watery words on the table, and said, "Slow to write?"

Motoyoshi looked out the window and smiled at the old lady who was being supported by a maid under the porch, and he said, "He understands."

He stroked the case with the palm of his hand, and gently smoothed out the word "en".

"The Money Gang has now fallen, and Heng Weng has the help of King Jin and Pang Boyi, the next target." Gao Cheng pinched the green pear and chewed, "It's just us the Dragon Gang."

Yuan Ji leaned over the window edge with his arm, his fist propped up his sideburns, and he said, "Tomorrow the Emperor will try the case in the Golden Palace." The corners of his mouth twitched, "That's when the White Horse Gang is destroyed."

Gao Cheng threw the pear out of the window and said, "That's easy to say."

Bai Yi called Xiao Er, who was hiding on the eaves, and smiled heartily when he turned around, saying, "That's not easy—"

Xiao Er turned over and lowered the eaves wet, and when he shook his sleeves, he hurriedly said, "That's called easy!"

Bai Yi slapped him on the back of the head, and Xiao Er suddenly turned his head to look at him, and said "hey" in his mouth.

Yuan Ji looked at Xiao Er slightly sideways and asked, "How is it?" Did you find it?"

"You can rest assured that I will do my job!" Xiao Er patted his chest confidently, "Here, everything you want to check is inside."

Yuan Ji took the envelope he handed over, he shook his two fingers and unfolded it, glanced at it a few times, and then folded it dexterously with two fingers, and asked, "Where are the people?"

Xiao Er pointed to Gao Cheng and said, "He invited him away."

Gao Cheng didn't know when he had an apple in his mouth, and he turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Who is it?"

Yuanji got up and patted Gao Cheng on the shoulder, and said as he went out, "Let's go, go back to the gambling house."

Gao Cheng followed behind in confusion, and asked again in a vague voice, "No, who are you talking about?"

Bai Yi and Xiao Er followed behind and stepped on the threshold together, and the steps of several people stepped on the bluestone ground in the drizzle, which suddenly stirred up the ripples in the puddle.

The ripples rippled like strings.

The sound of the piano is bleak, and the strings sound like weeping.

A door on Dongmen Avenue was pushed open, and Motoyoshi peeked in through the crack in the door with an oil-paper umbrella and saw a scene under the canopy.

An old woman sat under the porch in the courtyard, and the drizzle was still falling on the eaves, so that the rippling puddles reflected the coke-tailed violin.

The old arm's fingers flicked and outlined, and the strings vibrated and shook a few white shadows. The old woman looked at an old man under the cloth shed in the courtyard. The old man looked scrawny, with his thin arms dark, and he held a rusty wood knife to chop under the stake, and the wood was immediately split in two.

"Big sister, this song is too sad." The old man raised his arm to wipe his sweat, turned around to reveal an unpretentious face, and he smiled innocently, "Change your head."

Is it okay to make a song?"

"What does the old brother want to hear?" The old woman's five fingers covered the fluttering strings, "Let's talk."

When the old man heard this, he looked sideways at the peach tree beside him that was dripping with rain and dew, stared at the delicate pink stamens, and said, "Come to the quiet, don't like or mourn, listen to the song, just want to take a nap and doze off." He smiled kindly, and looked back at the person, "Okay?"

The old woman smiled lightly and said, "Respect the old brother's will."

The sound of the strings rises again, and the rhythm is monotonous and soothing, making people feel lonely at first glance, but when the ten fingers are slightly outlined, the sense of tranquility and long-distance comes out.

Gao Cheng grabbed Motoyoshi's shoulders and pulled the person to face him, and he said in a very unkind tone, "What are you bringing me here for?"

Yuanji patted his hand, and when he let it go, he straightened his shirt and said, "You brought this old woman back?"

"Bought." Gao Cheng's voice was very soft, "A few days ago, the teahouse opened at the East Gate, this old woman is in charge of the qin, and I heard that she is from Yanzhou. I heard that I was good at the piano, so I gave her a few coins of silver and asked her to sign the deed."

Motoyoshi turned around and peeked close to the threshold, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who she is?"

Gao Cheng bent over and peeked through the crack in the door, but he looked at the old man, and said, "It doesn't matter who she is, if she doesn't take advantage of it, am I not a bastard?"

"That's Yanzhou Zhangqin." Xiao Er crouched under the threshold and cracked the door, "Le Wushuang's close friend, Twilight."

Bai Yi listened to the sound of the piano, holding an umbrella in one hand and a white paper fan in the other, and exclaimed, "No wonder, it sounds familiar."

Gao Cheng grabbed Yuanji's shoulder with one hand and pulled Xiao Er's back collar with the other, he pulled the two of them back, and warned, "I don't care who this person is, I can't stay here for long. Let's go."

His words sounded like an eviction order.

Yuan Ji glanced at him indifferently, and suddenly pushed the door abruptly without saying a word, and stepped into the threshold with his feet raised.

Gao Cheng wanted to open his mouth to drag it, but the person had already entered. He smacked his lips as if he didn't seem to have a taste, and the pestle was in a dilemma in front of the door.

Xiao Er pushed him, and said, "Why are you stunned? Just go in and see your old man. Yo, why is your face white? Aren't you?" Xiao Er leaned in to cover his mouth and snickered, "Afraid of Lao Tzu?"

Gao Cheng straightened his back and scolded back: "You are afraid of me."

After he finished speaking, he walked in quickly, Xiao Er crossed his hands on his hips, dragged a long voice and said, "Hey, I don't know who my Lao Tzu is, which turn to get you——"

Bai Yi kicked him in the ass, and then went into the courtyard as well.

The old man heard the sound of the door opening, he turned to look, his eyes were raised high, and he asked, "Is there a guest here?"

The old woman pressed the piano with both hands to calm the strings, and she looked at Yuanji, who walked in first, and gradually smiled on her face, and responded, "Yes, the guest has arrived."

Yuan Ji walked to the front of the porch with an umbrella and stood, the raindrops rolling down the eaves clicked on the umbrella, and he said in the orderly sound of the rain, "I haven't seen you for a long time, old mother."

"Yes, for a long time." The old woman looked at his face and said in a trembling voice, "I haven't seen him for a long time."

Yuanji stared at her for a long time, and then sat sideways under the porch, his feet on the bluestone. He closed the umbrella and said, "Today, Yuan Ji wants to ask you about Le Wushuang's life."

The old woman held the piano, she sat very steadily, looked at the old man who went to get the umbrella, and said, "During the prosperous year, the Yanzhou flood was out of control, and the big river and waves were thousands of feet high, and all the farmhouses under the Duyun Mountain outside the city were washed away. I was originally the daughter of a tea household, and I had two older brothers in the family, and my parents were still there, but the flood was washed away."

Yuanji listened quietly and did not ask out loud.

The old man trotted in front of Gao Cheng with an umbrella, he was not as tall as Gao Cheng, but in front of Gao Cheng, he humbly bowed down and carefully raised the umbrella.

Gao Cheng didn't say a word, his eyes were cold, he slapped the umbrella mercilessly, walked under the cloth shed, and sat on the low wooden table.

"Duyun Mountain was flooded halfway up the mountain, and I fainted in the water and asked people to pick it up, and sold it to the most famous flower boat in Yanzhou as a maid." Twilight's face was sad, "I was a young girl back then, and it was the first time I saw those fairy-like sisters

people."

The old man walked under the cloth shed with his umbrella in his hand, and immediately groped for the tabletop, and soon found the teapot, and then his rough fingers followed the tabletop to the upside-down teabowl.

"The mother in the boat is a notoriously ruthless person in Yanzhou, but the geisha who can be trained is extraordinary." Twilight seemed to remember the sad past, and her voice trembled like the sound of a bleak piano, "My mother asked me to learn the piano, and I followed him into the wing room of the son's brother to wait, I learned to cook tea and learn the art of the piano at the same time, and I have seen that shameless thing."

In Twilight's childhood memories, the room is always filled with the smell of wine and the smell of food. She only has two meals a day, a meal of green vegetables and steamed buns, although she can't eat enough, but she is the daughter of a tea household, a woman born in the mountains, and she inherits the spirit of hardship and hard work in her bones.

She saw those geisha in the rouge powder, whispering glutinously in the arms of the talkative son, and her flushed cheeks were like candlelight that would never be extinguished all night. She listened to the heavy wheezing and moaning in the baring, and her sleep was full of Yin and laughing Meng Lang words.

She was afraid, the thin bedding covered her head, but in the darkness was lonely and terrible. And at that time, a small body got into her quilt, and that person was Le Wushuang.

"Wushuang was abducted to Yanzhou by a foreigner." Twilight Cloud smiled at the corner of her mouth when she talked about Le Wushuang, "She has been a discerning person since she was a child, a person who can see accurately, and she understands words. Her mother asked her to practice the piano, and she practiced obediently. But her mother asked her to wait in the compartment, but she would not go in."

Hearing this, Yuan Ji pressed the five fingers of his knees and moved slightly, and then lowered his head slightly to listen.

"Mom was angry, so she dragged her into a dark room and beat her." Twilight could still hear the muffled beating, "Every time she went in, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and when she grinned, the blood dripped from between her teeth. I was scared, and I cried."

Xiao Er seemed to see the old man's strange appearance, and he pulled the corner of the white clothes to signal, but the white clothes glared at him and signaled that he didn't want to do much.

Gao Cheng sat and drank tea like this, looking at the green pine hair in the corner of the courtyard. The old man stood respectfully and waited.

"She always told me at night, 'Don't be afraid.'" Twilight lowered her head and looked at Jiaoweiqin, "Don't be afraid, not afraid. Today and tomorrow will soon pass."

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