After singing a song, the aftermath lingers.

The boy kept his head propped up and listened quietly, he couldn't say anything to praise, and the only evaluation he made in his heart was the word "good", but for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable.

The boy scratched his head and asked, "Sister Mei, what is it called Lige Yulinling, I have only heard of Yulinling......"

Mei Feijun chuckled lightly and explained: "Yulin Bell is just a brand name, but one of them is the most popular among our dusty women, and I love this word alone. As soon as I read it, I inevitably chanted it softly, sang and sang, and recomposed a new song for this song, which I called 'Leaving Song'. But this song is just a top, I haven't finished it yet, and when I think about it, I always feel that I lack some inspiration. ”

"Oh. The boy didn't know how to answer, but nodded as if he didn't understand.

"But then again, little beggar......" Concubine Mei turned her head in a little surprise, looked the boy up and down as if she was re-examining something, and said, "You have actually heard of Yu Linling, and it seems that you usually care about the affairs of men and women." ”

Hearing this, the boy's face turned red and he tried his best to argue: "Only, only occasionally! I have not only heard Yulin Ling, but also heard other words! Not only have I heard it, but I can also sing it!"

"Oh, then what else will you do?" Mei Feijun narrowed her beautiful eyes, and there were ripples of laughter in her dark eyes.

The boy's expression froze on the spot, he twisted his head weakly, his eyes kept wandering, and at the same time he was still cursing in his heart that he had nothing to do, the song he knew was simply vulgar, and it was not worth mentioning in front of the elegant things sung by this fairy-like sister Mei in front of him, and it would even pollute people's ears and eyes, not to mention how embarrassing it would be to sing it!

But Mei Feijun didn't seem to want to let go of this opportunity to tease the little beggar at all, and changed to a contemptuous tone and laughed: "Little beggar, do you really know?"

The boy seemed to be stabbed to the point by these words, and his self-esteem was unbearable, and he hurriedly said: "When, of course it will!"

"What's that called?"

"Drunk, drunk, peaceful......" The boy shrank his head and his tone shimmered.

"Drunk Taiping?"

Concubine Mei raised her eyebrows, her slightly pale lips opened into a small circle, and then she said contemplatively: "Drunk Taiping, I can sing a lot, I don't know which one you will have?"

The boy looked pained, and if he was given a knife at this time, he would have cut himself off.

"But is it true?" asked Mei Feijun.

The boy didn't know what to do, he just shook his head.

"Is that a long pavilion and a short pavilion?" asked Concubine Mei again.

I only heard the storyteller under the overpass say that there was a founding king of the previous dynasty who was born as a pavilion chief.

"Alright, little beggar, you don't know these vulgar things and you are not ashamed. Mei Feijun's heart was like a mirror, and she sneered twice, and planned to let him go.

"I really will!" but the boy didn't want to give in.

"Then you sing!" Concubine Mei was arrogant.

"Don't regret singing it!" the boy slapped his thigh and stalked his neck, intending to let it go.

"What do I have to regret!" Concubine Mei rolled her eyes very rarely, with a girlish attitude, and then teased: "That little beggar, do you want me to help you stroke the piano?"

The boy snorted a rough breath in his nostrils and muffled, "No! I'll just use this!"

With that, he picked up the dishes and chopsticks he had just used, placed them in front of him with trembling hands, and then got up and changed his posture and sat on the ground. But this posture seemed to be extremely awkward to him, making him uncomfortable up and down, gritting his teeth and hesitating for a while, before sitting down on the steps.

Then, he grabbed a chopstick in one hand, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

And Mei Feijun on the side was already confused.

Bang dang!

The boy led his neck and sang: "Grab the mud swallow mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the gold Buddha face......"

But then the song was drowned out by a burst of laughter like silver bells.

But the boy had already put everything aside, and still sang with an unchanged face, and at the end of the song, even he couldn't help laughing.

The cold wind blew, but the thinly dressed boy suddenly didn't feel cold, but felt that the haze in his heart was like the moon in the sky covered by clouds, and the cold wind blew a little light.

It was late at night, the boy was tired and fell asleep, Mei Feijun wrapped her coat tightly, and still sat quietly under the porch looking into the distance in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Ahem. ”

Mei Feijun covered her mouth and coughed lightly, and then a fierce spirit suddenly realized that something was wrong, and there seemed to be another low and thick male voice hidden in the sound of her cough, as if she wanted to cover it up with her voice.

"What person!" Concubine Mei subconsciously reached out to touch the hosta on her head, and at the same time she was extremely vigilant in her heart, Wu Ding, who was able to avoid Mingyue Tower, sneaked in here without being discovered by her, without thinking about it, she knew that she was not an idle person. If this person really tried to do wrong, she could only call someone as a last resort.

As if sensing Mei Feijun's hostility, a sturdy man wearing a hat slowly leaned out of the shadow of a tree in a corner of the courtyard, he coughed slightly embarrassedly, and then raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, and gently left a sentence.

"First Meeting......

"My daughter. ”

And Concubine Mei's eyes widened at that time, full of horror.

Tianbian Yue hid in the clouds again.

Since then, winter has gone to spring, summer and autumn winds have changed, and plum blossoms have bloomed.

It's snowing again.

The boy has grown up a lot, but what remains unchanged is that he is still doing some stealing and touching dogs, and he is also a well-known person in the neighborhood of Tai'an. And if you do these things, you will naturally be chased and beaten by others.

Today's boy was unfortunately caught and beaten for a long time, if it weren't for someone to persuade him, it is estimated that he would have been beaten and his legs were broken. When the boy was let go, the boy turned his head and glared at them fiercely, and when they saw the boy's resentful eyes, they couldn't help but shudder with fright, and when they came back to their senses, they realized that the boy had run away.

Someone said angrily: "Why did that bastard steal our things, and still do it like we owe him!"

Others looked at the boy's back and sighed.

"Evil......

After the boy left, he endured the pain all over his body and returned to the small courtyard behind Mingyue Tower, and then his face swept away the previous haze, and even hummed a small song.

First, every time the fairy-like sister in the courtyard saw his miserable situation, she couldn't help but complain to him a few words, and then carefully wiped his wounds, which seemed to be fun in pain for the boy who had gradually become ignorant.

The second is that the boy has recently had another friend, and he likes this friend very much.

Not long ago, Concubine Mei gave birth to a lovely baby girl, and when the boy saw that Sister Mei was wrong, he deliberately ran to Mingyue Tower to make trouble, so he led people to the small courtyard. Fortunately, the stewards of Mingyue Tower still had a little affection for this Oiran, and invited people in time, which saved the lives of the mother and daughter.

On the other side, the boy naturally suffered a beating, but it was worth it for him.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard a violent cough, and the boy hurriedly ran over, glanced at the figure still clinging to the eaves, and became more and more worried.

Concubine Mei's body is getting worse day by day, and her face is becoming more and more pale and thin, haggard, as if she is about to fall down at any time. The only thing to be thankful for is that Mei Feijun's spirit looks good, at least on the surface.

"Little beggar, are you back?" said the figure under the eaves with a smile.

"Hmm. The boy nodded, which was acceptable, and then he frowned and persuaded: "Sister Mei, I think you should go back to the house to rest and rest, and invite a few more doctors to take care of your body......"

The corners of Mei Feijun's mouth rose slightly at that time, and she interrupted the boy and asked rhetorically, "What's the use of taking care of your body?"

"Live a long life!" replied the boy with a firm and simple answer.

Mei Feijun just laughed, but didn't answer, she gently climbed the strings with both hands, and whispered: "Maybe my end is already doomed......"

"Ahem!"

There was another violent cough.

Mei Feijun covered her mouth, quietly wiped the blood spit out from the corner of her mouth, stabilized her mind, and then tilted her head to the worried boy and said gently: "Little beggar, the song I told you before has been done, you ...... Want to hear it?"

The boy nodded solemnly, he naturally couldn't refuse this kind of thing, after all, he was her only listener.

Mei Feijun smiled at the boy to show her gratitude, and then her fingers flicked, and the Kunshan jade shattered.

But the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

"No......" Concubine Mei smoothed the strings, her eyes were blurred, she muttered to herself, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "If fate is destined, I shouldn't be like this." ”

"That, Sister Mei?" the boy on the side asked cautiously, unexplained.

Mei Feijun was brought back to her senses by the boy, and hurriedly folded and put away the piano score that had been arranged, and then took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and held the pen and dipped it in ink as if writing something on it.

"Little beggar, can you do me a favor?" Mei Feijun solemnly folded the square scarf, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on it, and then asked the boy.

"Go to the soup and go to the fire, don't give up!" the boy didn't know where to learn this righteous and awe-inspiring sentence, and immediately agreed without thinking.

"It's not enough to go to the soup. Concubine Mei smiled and said, "Do you know the Qi Palace?"

Hearing the words "Qi Wangfu", the boy couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and hurriedly replied, "I've heard of it." ”

"Then you can send this for me. ”

The boy stepped forward and nervously took the handkerchief, his voice trembling a little: "Qi Wangfu...... To whom?"

Mei Feijun patted the boy's head lovingly and read out three words softly.

It was a name that everyone in Tai'an City knew.

"It's a little bit bigger. ”