Inside the laundry bucket were the clothes of the girls in the hook bar, which had been worn on her body, but now she was wearing coarse linen clothes, and her once delicate hands had some calluses and tears from long-term work.

When she arrived at the laundry place, she chose a suitable location, which was surrounded by Qinglou and Goolan, and the seven or eight women who worked here were also women who used to be Qinglou and Goolan.

It's just that they don't really want to communicate with other people, and over the years, everyone has become accustomed to doing their own things silently.

What can communication say? Isn't it possible to talk about the past?

"Bang" "Bang" constantly sounded, several different ages, but the youngest were women in their thirties and close to forty years old, here one after another with wood to tap the wood in their hands.

It's just that no one noticed behind them, and I don't know when, a woman sat on the bank of the river not far from them, and soon, the soft sound of the guitar suddenly sounded.

However, the sudden sound of musical instruments did not make any of these women stop their movements, they were like robots, constantly tapping on the clothes in their hands.

There are green buildings all around here, and which woman can't play the piano, they don't know how many times a day they listen to it.

It's just that, I don't know when, a soft female voice sang next to her.

"Because I dreamed you were leaving."

"I woke up crying."

"Watching the night breeze blow through the windowsill, can you feel my love......" The soft female voice came into the ears of several of them, and the straightforward singing made their movements pause somewhat, but only for a moment.

They all know that this is a song invented by His Royal Highness King Qin, and Princess Baling once sang a song with a laugh in the sea before. That was written by His Highness, and after the invention of similar songs by His Highness, many people wrote many similar songs.

After all, if Your Highness likes it, then if you can make a song that Your Highness likes, you may also be able to get His Highness's appreciation.

It's just that people didn't know that His Highness liked similar songs before, as long as they knew that His Highness liked it, then the rest of the matter would be much simpler. It's not hard for those music masters to do some.

It's just that when the next sentence is sung, the movements in the hands of these women involuntarily slow down.

"When you get old, will you still be by my side? Look at those oaths and lies, slowly drifting away with the past......"

There are more vicissitudes and more insights in the soft female voice.

If these few lines of singing made them slow down the movements in their hands, and their ears involuntarily focused on the singing, the next lyrics made all of them break their defenses.

"How many people have admired the face of your youth."

"Who wants to endure the relentless changes of time?"

"How many people have come and gone in your life."

"Is there someone who keeps the oath with you?"

……

The short four lines of lyrics made Qingling's movements in her hand completely stop, and when the female voice began to repeat the previous lyrics again, Qingling found that a drop of water did not know when it dripped on the clothes in front of her.

And that...... It was her tears.

I don't know when, she has already burst into tears.

"Woo woo woo woo ......" A young woman next to her was already clasping her knees with her hands, burying her face in her knees, muffling her voice and crying bitterly.

Qingling held back her tears, and directly picked up the laundry tools in her hand again, and began to tap the clothes in her hand with "bang" and "bang".

Even if the tears in her eyes had already blurred her sockets, she couldn't see what she was doing at all.

But she still gritted her teeth, and kept doing the work in her hands, and the song seemed to be gradually fading away, but those few lyrics had been echoing in her mind.

The few people who washed the clothes here were almost all in tears, and their individual states were different, but they all broke their defenses.

Qingling's tears gradually disappeared, the singing was already far away, she raised her head and took a look, she didn't know who was singing. But she could tell that the girl was at most twenty years old, and to be able to sing such feelings at this age, she must have experienced something.

And in the same way, the timbre of the instrument she uses should be a guitar invented by His Royal Highness, the name is a little weird, I don't know why it's called this, but His Highness gave it, and everyone called it this.

This musical instrument is one for each person in the Qinglou Hook Fence, and it must be learned. It's not difficult to learn, at least it's much easier than the lute.

Qingling shook her head, she didn't know what she wanted to do with this, these things had long been far away from her life.

Silently washing and packing up, Qingling began to walk back.

After returning to the hook bar, after drying all the clothes, the shopkeeper of the hook bar walked over, "Qingling." ”

This title made her spirit a little dazed, she hadn't heard it for a long time, she had been working here for so many years, and many times it was called and drunk, and the person in charge of managing them didn't even know how to call it.

"Shopkeeper."

"You go to the back side courtyard to gather, there is something." The shopkeeper dropped a word and left.

Qingling was stunned for a moment, but still silently packed up her things and walked towards the courtyard behind.

When she came over, Qingling was stunned for a moment, because she saw several sisters like her also walking in this direction.

After arriving at the side courtyard, Qingling found that there were more than 20 people gathered here, all of whom were similar to her.

Seeing these people, Qingling had a bad premonition, could it be that he was going to fire them? Otherwise, why would they all be gathered, and there are more people here?

When more than 30 former sisters gathered here, Qingling felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart, on weekdays, everyone couldn't see each other, most of them were busy with their own work, even if they did, the most they could do was to smile and say hello.

There are only two or three people who can chat together.

Seeing these former sisters now, Qingling is somewhat in a trance, as if she has returned to when she was young, and it was really a scene of laughter at that time.

Now, almost all of them have gray hair on their heads, the oldest one is close to the sixtieth birthday, her body is a little rickety, her waist can't stand upright, and her hair is almost completely white.

With rough skin and wrinkles, maybe this is what she will look like many years later.

Just when everyone was looking left and right, wanting to ask what they were doing, the door of the side courtyard next to them opened, and a young and beautiful figure walked into the small courtyard.