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In the evening of this day, Yanxianglou was full of people, and it seemed that the place that was usually invisible was suddenly put on the table at this time. The girls stopped attracting guests, and followed people to grab silk flowers, but were reprimanded by the bustard poking her head one by one with her fingers: "Forget the basic little hooves, don't hurry up and take this opportunity to pull a few more in!"
A few girls pouted and went back to touch up their makeup. Unexpectedly, there would be something new in the back room. In the small wing downstairs, Yingying Yanyan peeped through the crack of the door and looked in, chattering endlessly.
"It's incredible, look at what he wears, is he a Taoist priest?"
"It's quite handsome, like a fairy, tsk."
"Let me see, he is really good looking, let's get out of the way, he's mine tonight!"
"What's yours! Don't you want to go to the thatched hut? By the way, see if you can match others."
"Who are you talking about, little bastard?"
"Just say you, what's the matter!"
The more the girls talked, the more unbearable they were, and they were about to tear up. Xie Zhiwei sat in the room, still maintaining the image of immortal style, not saying a word to the girls, or even avoiding eye contact.
But his heart was broken.
From the moment he stepped into the door of Yanxiang Tower, the long-awaited harsh alarm sound shocked him: "Warning! Warning! Warning! Going to a brothel is seriously incompatible with Xie Zhiwei's behavior, unfortunately, half of your presence index will be deducted. star."
Spicy Chicken System!
Seeing that it is almost full of five stars, do you know how difficult it is to store the last half of the star? Buckle it up! How many games does it take to get it back!
Besides, the whole city is under martial law, Wuyan personally came out to arrest people, dare to run around? Brothel is the perfect refuge, you know what!
Xie Zhiwei felt that it was necessary to negotiate with the grass python hero and add back the deducted presence index.
But before that, let's get down to business.
There was a lot of noise outside, and suddenly there was a loud shout: "What's the noise, people?"
Before the girls could answer, the door was pushed open, and Lao Du appeared in front of the door with a rouge mark on his face that had not been wiped clean, with a disheveled girl hanging in his arms.
He rubbed his eyes reddened by alcohol: "It's really you, Xie Zhenren, what are you doing with me... oh, I understand hahaha."
Understand hair.
Xie Zhiwei looked at the table in front of him without squinting: "Wait until you wake up..." I'm afraid to look twice, the spicy chicken system will remind ooc again...
"Wait..." Lao Du hiccupped, bringing up the smell of alcohol in half the room, "It's not appropriate to just sit and wait like this, someone..."
The bustard came to hear the sound, waved her handkerchief and said, "Master, you ordered."
"I'll serve him how I want to serve him, hiccup, remember to find an elegant one for this immortal. It should be very, very elegant. Don't be vulgar and vulgar... hiccup..."
After a stick of incense, Xie Zhiwei sat in the private room on the second floor, in the huge private room, the candlelight pulled out a solitary shadow.
From downstairs, there was a jerk of laughter, and from one side of the window, there were cheers and cheers for robbing silk flowers. Xie Zhiwei didn't bother to look at all, and said to the screen: "Girl, I'm just waiting for someone, I really don't need to wait."
The girl behind the screen said delicately, "Does the Daoist think that I am not good-looking enough?"
"……no."
Sister, can you do it? It was a bit interesting to come in with your face covered and Qin in your arms at first, but what the hell is hiding behind the screen and not coming out? If you want to dislike you, you have to give me this opportunity, right, I don't know what you look like!
"In that case, how about I play the piano for the Taoist priest behind the screen?"
Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but ask, "Yes, but why behind the screen?"
The girl seemed to take a deep breath: "Because... this is more elegant."
Faceless is elegant? What absurdity is this?
Xie Zhiwei was brooding about the presence index deducted before, and the play addiction came up again, so he couldn't help but get up and said: "I don't know about elegance, but once this kind of windy place gets on it, it has nothing to do with the word elegance. The girl neither refuses to show her face. , he must be a noble person, but why did he fall to this point?"
There was silence behind the screen, and then the girl's words came out: "I was originally the daughter of an official family, and my father ransacked the house for a crime, so I was implicated... uh..."
She seemed to let out a painful cry, and Xie Zhiwei asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing!" The girl replied very quickly, "It's useless to talk too much, the Taoist priest should listen to me playing the qin."
Xie Zhiwei felt that the girl's words and deeds were strange, but she couldn't speak directly, so she said lightly, "Please do."
When the words fell, the piano sounded three or two times, and the tune came out like running water. The cluttered voices around him seem to have gone away due to the sound of this piano. It happened that it was twilight outside, and there was a dim light in the cracks of the window, which echoed the tranquil sound of the piano.
Even though Xie Zhiwei was a sound idiot, he couldn't help but hear a bit of meaning.
It sounds a bit like a person.
Regardless of the timbre and appearance of the piano, it sounds like a lonely and melancholy isolated from the world. In the dream just now, that white robe was also incompatible with everything around him, as if he could abandon everything in the world at any time.
Xie Zhiwei didn't feel right, how could he want to go astray when listening to a piano?
This girl is playing the piano, what does it have to do with Mu Qi? This can all involve a piece of magic!
Xie Zhiwei let out a long sigh, picked up the wine on the table and drank it, and then he almost spit it out - it was so unpleasant to drink.
This is not sour or sweet, and it has a fishy stench. The old Du also said that it is some kind of fine wine. It's bluffing!
But it was too late, it was already swallowed. Xie Zhiwei frowned, the whole throat was filled with a strange mix of spicy and sweet.
As the piano sounds poured out, Xie Zhiwei stood up without saying a word, opened the window on the other wall, the cool breeze hit his face, and the choking alcohol smell dissipated a lot.
The ground on this side of Yanxiang Tower is more remote and not exposed to official roads. Someone passed by on the flyover in the distance, holding a lamp in his hand, like a floating star in the sky.
Xie Zhiwei felt that this scene was a little familiar.
At this time, the wind was blowing, and the last few dead leaves were scattered from the weeping willows at one end of the overpass.
Xie Zhiwei's pupils shrank.
No, when was dreaming just now, wasn't this flyover in dream?
Chapter 104 Listening to the piano
The sound of the piano was still ringing, but Xie Zhiwei couldn't even hear it.
He stared at the screen, and saw the shadow of the candle swaying back and forth on the plain cloth, as if he was immersed in the wonderful music. Xie Zhiwei's eyebrows moved, and suddenly a spiritual force popped out the cup on the table, hitting the screen.
In an instant, the sound of cracking silk cut off the sound of the piano one after another. But in the blink of an eye, the colorfully decorated cloth surface was broken into pieces and scattered in the air. Only the bare screen shelf was left, and behind it was Mu Ha, who was sitting and playing the qin, and the girl who was almost wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis by the white light.
The poor girl was obsessed with Fengya, and deliberately covered her face with a veil at Xie Zhiwei's place. Now that the veil was strangled by the white light, it was tightly stitched on her face, and she had fainted.
And Mu Hao had nothing else to do, and was still burying his head in playing the piano. Ten fingers fiddled back and forth on the strings, like flowing water. The noise of the screen tearing has long since dissipated, and the sound of the piano was not disturbed at all.
Xie Zhiwei looked at him and said, "It really is you."
"Master did not hesitate to hide here, so that the disciples are easy to find." Mu Hao looked back with a half-smile, his expression was exactly the same as when he met in a dream.
Xie Zhiwei said clearly: "Are you here to ask the teacher?"
"How dare this disciple." Mu Hao's expression was calm, but the hand that played the qin suddenly hit the big strings. The tune that was originally soothing and soothing suddenly became dull, and the syllables were even harsher."Today, the disciple is playing the piano for the master. I wonder how the master feels?"