Love does not hurt everyone and hurt themselves,

Wine into the sorrow of the intestines longer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since ancient times, ruthless and affectionate,

The injured person is the amorous man.

Jia Mengle and his mother left the Sun Mansion and looked at the vast sea of people, not knowing where to go, the previous home had been burned, where was it good? They walked silently in the flow of people, walking aimlessly, without saying a word.

Unconsciously came to the "Mengle" inn in Dongcheng, where the boss saw that his benefactor was coming, and was very happy, "Childe, are you here, what do you want to eat?" Since Jia Mengle, Wei Zombie, and Zhu Zixiu gave 50 taels of compensation at that time, the boss renovated the inn, more than doubled its size, and built the Mengle Inn in a decent way.

"Boss, this is my mother, arrange two good rooms, I want to stay in your store for a few days!" Jia Mengle said weakly.

Seeing Jia Mengle's listless appearance, the boss knew that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't ask much, and hurriedly instructed Xiao Er to clean up the room, "Don't worry, Childe, this inn was given to me by you, and you can stay as long as you want." ”

Maybe your unintentional and inadvertent planted the fruit of kindness, when the fruit of kindness emits light, it will give you a ray of warmth in your cold heart, and will give a glimmer of light to the people in the night, so that you will not lose your way. Jia Mengle's actions that day did not expect that the boss would repay himself like this today.

The mother and son finally lived, but Jia Mengle did not have the slightest happiness, the world is gray for lovelorn people, whether there is a place to live or not is the same for him, drinking in the inn all day long, borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, and the days with Sun Xiangyuan appear in front of him from time to time, he wants to cry, but there are no tears, there is no slightest defense, he is fully devoted to the fruitless love, and he is deeply stuck in the mud and can't extricate himself. I was willing to indulge in that tenderness, like a moth to a fire. The past feelings are like a thorn in the heart, and the wound can't be seen faintly painful. Like a blunt knife, it slashes down heavily on your heart, and this time, it doesn't hurt, because it's already mutilated.

The leaves of the sad autumn are falling, and the breeze is tear-jerking. How easy is it to cut off lovesickness?... Borrowing wine to kill sorrow and sorrow, just seeking a hangover. Half a cigarette, thick fog. The lovesickness that can't be taken away, the past that can't be swept away, the heart is surging. Scene by scene, it seems to be acquaintance. Hate me and never regret it!

But he said that he was drinking at the inn that day, but two family members came to the inn to look for him, "You ...... What are you looking for me?" Jia Mengle asked vaguely.

"We are from Ningxiang Pavilion, and the **** owes a lot of debts in Ningxiang Pavilion, and we also invite my son to go. The two explained their intentions.

As soon as Jia Mengle heard that it was someone from Ningxiang Pavilion, the anger in his heart suddenly came out, and he concentrated all his sorrows on the appearance of Ningxiang Pavilion, "What if I don't go?" Jia Mengle played with the wine jar in his hand and said casually.

"Childe, don't get me wrong, it's Miss Ningxiang who asked us to invite you!" the other saw that things were not good, and greeted him with a busy smile and added.

Ningxiang girl, that is, the girl who sells her art and does not sell herself, is as beautiful as a fairy, plays the guqin song of "Plum Blossom Three Alleys", which is tactfully turned and listened to, the tone is kind and beautiful, the timbre is rich and bright, and the rhythm is stable and soothing, which forms a vivid and vivid contrast with the ups and downs behind. It's not something that ordinary people can play.

Jia Mengle remembered the situation at that time, it was she who took him in, and when he left, the old bustard did not let him leave, and it was she who came out to let it back, although this Ning Xiang girl was in the Qinglou, but her demeanor was quiet, elegant, and sincere to people, thinking of this, Jia Mengle left the inn without hesitation, and came to Ning Xiang Pavilion with the two.

Ningxiang Pavilion is still Ningxiang Pavilion, the people who come and go are the same as usual, the difference is that the old bustard saw the drunken Jia Mengle coming, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"Mom, I asked him to come!" Miss Ning Xiang had already arrived at the entrance of the building, "Let him come up." As he spoke, he turned around and entered the house, and the old bustard glanced at the girl Ning Xiang, and reluctantly got out of the way, and kept nagging, "I'm going to delay the old lady's business again!"

Jia Mengle no longer paid attention to the bustard, went upstairs crookedly, and walked into the room of the girl Ning Xiang, the room rose with wisps of fragrance, the girl sat in front of the piano, gently plucked the strings, the rhyme is like gurgling water, refreshing people's hearts and lungs, the tune is melodious and smooth, this is "Falling Goose Pingsha", Jia Mengle did not say a word, and suddenly entered the world of music, and his thoughts have already flown in the sky with the wild goose.

After playing the song, Jia Mengle was still intoxicated in the song, his tired heart had already migrated to the south with the wild geese in flocks, climbing Mount Tai, crossing the grassland, crossing the Yellow River, crossing the Yangtze River, and had already reached a place where there was no trouble, no love, and no hate......

"Presumably, Childe is also a person of music!" After a long time, Miss Ning Xiang had already moved her broken steps and came to Jia Mengle's table.

"No, I don't know the rhythm, it's just that the girl's piano skills are extraordinary, so that I can forget the taste of meat. "Listening to such exquisite music, who would still be concerned about the troubles of the world?

"Childe can read the meaning in sound, it is even more rare, to meet you in this vast sea of people, this is the fate of the previous life!"

"I'll play another song!" Ning Xiang girl moved her steps, holding the strings, Jia Mengle stood up, picked up the wine jug, and muttered, "The mountains are like spreading their wings, and the sound of the hundred miles of rivers is written in the river." The reckless journey is a thousand ridges, and the wild goose is far away. Chasing fish and playing in the waves, the sand will be lined up on the rocky path. Seventy-two peaks and the world are wide, and the first banquet of the palace does not need to be ...... south"

The two sang and harmonized, their hearts intersected in the music, and their faces showed a happy smile, not talking about reality, not talking about the past, some were just telepathy.

When one aspect of life closes the door, it will open another door for you, no one would have thought that in this land of fireworks, Jia Mengle's wounded heart found the other side of the ideal, he soaked in music all day long, enjoyed wine and food, and all the unpleasantness with Sun Xiangyuan gradually receded. Time is the best medicine to heal wounds, even if he is drunk and dreams all day long? At least he is alive, and there is hope for life.

"I said this son, I won't talk about you and Ning Xiang, but we also have to eat, Ning Xiang girl is the signboard of our Ning Xiang Pavilion, you hang out with her all day long, never pick up guests, we also have to eat and live, don't we? "The world between the two of them has finally been broken, where does the old bustard want to raise useless people.

"I said Mom, see if I can come to your hospital to pick up guests, with my figure below, I believe it will be popular. Jia Mengle finally smiled, laughing so embarrassed and helpless.

"You are not qualified to pick up guests, you are not qualified to come to my yard to do chores!" the old bustard said unceremoniously, "The chores in my yard are all crooked melons and cracked dates, and a little white face like you will make those fat pigs feel scared and dare not come to me." ”

"Hehe, what should I be, I'm not a miscellaneous material, you see, just let me pick up customers, don't want a salary and monthly money, just ask for food!" Jia Mengle said jokingly.

"Who's going to pick up customers? I just need someone to serve me!" Just as the old bustard was talking to Jia Mengle, several people from the rivers and lakes appeared outside the door and walked in with a big grin.

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