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Jing Xian's Perspective·Abusing the hero to suffocation

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    The name Jing Xian was chosen for me by my father.  He is the person I admire the most, and he never bows down for anyone, except my mother.  Since I was a child, I have envied the two elders for their persistence until death.  The mother loves the father to be noble and elegant, and the father admires the gentleness and virtuousness of the mother.  That is the temperament in the bones, which will not change for life.  Then the love between them will last forever.

    Until she appeared in my life, foolishly told me that she admired my looks.  The reason for falling into the dust made me really not know how much she really wanted, and it also made me unable to believe that I could grow old hand in hand with her.

    Let's not mention this for now.  Because I'm going to start from the beginning. At that time, I hadn't set my sights on her, the dirty little beggar.

    I was born in a wealthy family, perhaps it was the arrogance in my bones that taught me that I didn't like her deliberate approach at first.  What's more, she is so begging for nothing, coming every day, talking or not listening, scolding and can't bear it, beating is even impossible, but she keeps disturbing me playing piano and practicing music day and night, it is really hateful.

    Not only is it hateful to be noisy, but her humbleness and self-abasement make me hate it.  My father taught me so deeply that I never looked down on those who abused me.

    She is still young and doesn't know anything, she can only beg with her hands, I can understand; but she has been like this for many years, easily humbled into the mud for me, and still lives on the streets to beg for food.  After everything has been done, I still live in the leaky Huashen Temple, and I still don't know that I earn money to support my family by working hard.  In my heart, I despise her very much.

    But I don't know since when, maybe she was eleven years old?  Twelve years old?  I can't remember which incident made me look down on her and feel sorry for her at the same time.  Because as she said, she knows nothing, she has been a beggar since she was a child, she is used to the life of begging for food, she is used to being helped by others, and then she met me, so that I will not look down on her, she has worked hard enough to earn money, even if  Often suffer unwarranted beatings.

    The silly words that could make people laugh out of her mouth pierced my heart and moved me.  Yes, I admit that I love her very much, and I feel sad because she doesn't know anything, and I feel sad because she likes me who is also poor and useless.

    I have always been mud, and stirring it into clear water can also make it cloudy.  The noble and prosperous life of youth is long gone. I know this clearly, so I also know clearly that I am no longer in the clouds.

    My master bought me from my father who was about to die. In order to bury him quickly, the master only paid me enough money to buy a shovel to dig the grave, and I compromised.

    At first Master didn't value me, in fact he didn't value anyone.  On the face, he was kind to us, but when our group of disciples were beaten, he never cared.  If I want to stand up and get ahead, I can only rely on myself.  When I amazed him with "Liting Banquet", he hypocritically hinted to me that his reputation is much louder than mine, and if another famous person signed this song, he would definitely be able to sell it for a higher price  .

    The human heart is such hypocrisy.  I think of the shovel for digging graves, and my heart is full of coldness.  Fortunately, I am a dirty person, and I should do dirty things.  So I changed the lyrics of "Liting Banquet", dedicated the lyrics and music to him, and asked him to sign it for me and sell it for a high price.

    You all know what happened after that.  What makes me sad is that the little beggar likes such a person but doesn't know it.  In her eyes, I am holy when I wear white clothes; I work hard every day when I play the piano and rehearse music;  In fact, I am muddy water.  She is innocent, why bother.

    I should have looked down on people who despised me like that, and I shouldn't have liked a woman who humiliated me like that.  But when I saw a jujube cake and my first reaction was to give it to her, I knew something was wrong.  I am done.

    I began to involuntarily pity her for not having enough to eat and not to wear warm clothes every day; I couldn't help thinking about how she lived a begging life these years while playing the piano; I couldn't help being jealous of the little Chunyan who was by her side every day.  She would even get up very early in the morning, set up the piano, and pretend to practice hard to maintain my holy image in her mind.  Then while playing the piano artificially, he waited expectantly for her arrival.

    In fact, I don't work so hard, especially after becoming the chief musician, why do I need to practice the piano day and night?  Where is the need to work so hard that every time she comes, she can just catch up with me to practice the piano?  It's just that in front of her, I can only play the piano.  There's no way I'm going to show her what else I'm doing.  Since she thinks I am noble and holy, and since she likes my nobility and holiness, I am willing to act the way she likes.

    She was really noisy, but I listened carefully to every word she said while sitting next to me.

    What she doesn't know is that I've played too many mistakes because of listening to her.  Especially when she was talking excitedly, I was also very excited when I heard it, and I didn't even know what I was playing in my hand.  Random flicks.  She couldn't understand it anyway.  He was also very happy to praise me for playing well.?In the air, everywhere, like a shadow, eating away at my bones inch by inch, making me weaker and weaker day by day.  But I don't care, I close the doors and windows tightly, and block myself in a corner, where she often sits cross-legged and laughs while listening to me playing the piano.

    I am obsessed with everything in the past seven years, obsessed with the memory of her accepting me and rejecting her, and obsessed with her.  As if I were dead, reduced to ashes.  Ashes floated in the air and entwined with her breath.  I have lived this month like this, and I have passed it.

    But I have only survived for a month before I became so heartbroken. For the rest of the year without her, how would I live.

    She told me about the youthful ambition that the sour scholar said, and she also said that the sour scholar said that men who are willing to be mediocre should not be wanted. Those words coincided with my father's teachings, and they all urged me to cheer up.  Cheer up cheer upeven if I become an official, I become a rich man, I become what she wants me to be.  But how am I going to cheer up without her.

    In the past six years, I have lived half to death.

    ? I hope that there will be less official business and more time for me to miss her.

    I hope that the girl I drew will not change over the years.

    I hope that the fireflies caught will live in the wooden house for a few more days.

    I hope she eats eggs when I eat them.

    I hope that next time I come to Kuishui, I will be by her side.

    ? I hope the red plum I chose will never die.

    I hope that every birthday has the unpalatable noodles she cooked.

    I hope that there is a chance for her to see that fluorite again.

    I hope that the sparrows that have not been sent out can reach her hands.

    I hope God will let me kill a vicious dog for her.

    ? I hope she knows that I am not content to be mediocre.

    I hope she tastes the sugar I offer when the bitter medicine wears off.

    I hope to play that song for her alone.

    Hope to realize all unfulfilled promises.

    I also hope that the stars every night look like her.

    Also hope she can come back sooner.  I don't want to live a life of thinking about her, thinking about her, and thinking about her like a sickness forever.

    Six years later, in January, I sat in the flower temple where she had stayed, playing the piano and thinking about her as always.  Miss her like crazy.  She once said that the goddess of flowers in her family is the most efficacious, maybe it was my sincerity that moved the goddess of flowers a little, and she sent back her little official.  I reunited with her that night.  When I saw her, I was filled with lovesickness.

    "Flower official? Flower official!!"

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    1. The song "Love Prisoner" (remake) by Yinlin is so sour and refreshing to eat with this chapter!  !  I strongly urge everyone to listen and watch!  !  [Because I listened to the writing

    2. I am very grateful to the little cute Cheese who helped me tweet on Weibo, and also thank you for recommending Da Angel to me who I haven't seen yet!

    3. The next episode will either be Su Yu's third-person perspective on the stupid things Jing Xian did while waiting for Hua Hua in the past six years, or a short story after Jing Hua has a child, you choose!

    Be sure to listen to "Love Prisoner"!  It's really nice!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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