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Chapter Thirty-Six

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    Her words were somewhat unclear, but Yang Jin had a vague premonition that even he couldn't explain clearly.

    Wen Qian folded the dead leaf in half into a line, and lightly threw it on the ground with her pale fingers.

    "Lang Xu, he killed someone for me."

    Yang Jin's eyes froze slightly, it was the first time he saw such a complex look of regret and guilt in Wen Qian's eyes.

    His lips murmured, but he finally asked: "Why?"

    Wen Qian put down her hand resting on her chin, and it was rare to talk to him about these inhuman thoughts, "Do you think prostitutes are so easy to be?"

    "It's like a joke to say that it's a joke to get out of the mud in the muddy flower streets and willow alleys. Lefang is not a brothel on the surface, but everyone is still a slut.

    "A lowly person is someone who can be trampled on by anyone."

    "When my master first came to Tingyulou, he was still not able to speak. At that time, the band was not as stable as it is now. When I was twelve years old and sang ditties on stage, I was told that I was in my fifties, ugly and old.  The cotton merchant in the city took a fancy to him and threw a bag of money to buy me. I thought he was unsightly, so I spat." She said coldly, "Later, he was probably out of anger and sent someone to tie me up and drag me away.  to a woodshed"

    Yang Jin's heart skipped a beat, as if the blood in his body had stagnated, and the veins on his forehead protruded uncontrollably.

    Seeing his expression, Wen Qian smiled, and said vaguely, "When I came to my senses, Lang Xu was standing at the door, holding an iron rod in his hand.  Corpse."

    "Not to mention, I was really happy when I saw someone die at that time." She shook her head regretfully at him, "It's a pity that such a person got his hands dirty."

    In Wen Qian's heart, Lang Xu is the cleanest and gentle person in the world, and being stained with blood for her is a knot that is hard to let go every time he thinks about it in this life.

    Listening to her casually finish this old story that seems to be thrilling, Yang Jin can't even utter a word of comfort. He seems to have noticed the distance between them that is separated by a long time.  His words also filled the uneven gap, and finally he could only speak plainly: "Did you tell others about this?"

    "No, I didn't even say Sanniang." Wen Qian pursed her lips and adjusted her breath, "After the corpse was disposed of, the government had already sent people to start investigating. After all, they were still young at that time, so they couldn't think of anything.  For a good countermeasure, the only thing you can do is keep your mouth shut.

    "Based on a balance between Lou Yan and I, we decided to avoid the limelight, and simply hid Lang Xu in the mountains. Who knew that it would take seven years to hide like this."

    He was puzzled: "The rumors are over, why not let him out?"

    Wen Qian shook his head: "It's because he didn't want to come out. Lang Xu was shy and introverted since he was a child, and he had grown to his current height at the age of sixteen or seventeen. He was disliked by others when he was a child. When he grew up, he felt that he was different from ordinary people, so he simply chose  Avoid the world."

    Since ancient times, people have lived next to each other, and no one yearns to be alone from birth, unless he knows that he will not be accepted by this world.

    "So, you released the rumor about the mountain god?"

    Wen Qian suddenly laughed, "No."

    "The story of the mountain god is real, but in recent years, the ghosts have been exaggerated by the witnesses who have witnessed it Isn't it interesting?" She raised her face, "Humans always like to scare themselves, and they can be so scared  Salt has a taste."

    Yang Jin: ""

    "What about the rumors about the so-called mountain ghost capturing children and passers-by in the city? Why do some children say they have seen him?"

    "What about passers-by, I don't know." Between the words, the wooden house was pushed away with a "squeak", Lang Xu had already changed his clothes, his wet hair was casually tied behind his head, and a few strands stuck to his cheeks, covering his face  The outline of the line is more obvious.

    Wen Qian smiled faintly, "But Lang Xu likes children the most"

    "Children in the city love to play. Whenever the flood season comes, he is always worried that some children playing in the water will be washed away. Maybe he has saved one or two."

    For some reason, Yang Jin remembered the group of people outside the forest clamoring to burn the mountain just now, and the legend that Wen Qian made up for him a few days ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

    The people were very angry. They accused the mountain god of being selfish and felt that he had done nothing.

    One day, while he was away, they destroyed the mountain temple.

    *

    The Wen family came back from the outskirts of the city, and the husband was still cursing, thinking that the people in the government were not kind, and Jin Yiwei was very shameless when he bullied others. The young woman followed behind him without saying a word.passed.

    When the people walked away, Wen Qian looked back, she let go of her hair, and walked in the direction of the wooden house indifferently.

    *

    The haunting incident in the pagoda tree forest for seven or eight years has finally subsided under the swift action of the new governor. Although there are still some doubts, Tan Fuben is aiming at the "three fires of the previous office", which is not worth mentioning.  He didn't have time to delve into the minutiae, so he quickly plunged into the paperwork and started working on his achievements in a hurry.

    I don't know what method Yang Jin used to suppress this matter. The legend of the mountain ghost was no longer mentioned, and the troublemakers in the city also stopped.

    Now that all the dust has settled, if Lang Xu is allowed to stay in the Huai Lin, people may be misunderstood, Wen Qian thought about it again and again, and simply took him to the music workshop without doing anything.

    When Fangzhu Cao saw her bring such a big thing to live in, his expression was as colorful as a firework, which was very exciting.

    Although it caused criticism, a group of young juniors and juniors in Lelou were quite interested in Lang Xu, and when they were free from practicing, they ran to him in groups to watch.

    Lang Xu had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground.

    The little girl had never seen such a behemoth in her life, she opened her big eyes and said curiously: "Wow - I heard from my senior sister that you have been a mountain ghost before, is it true?"

    He nodded with a smile.

    Another busy person came over again, "Aren't you very strong? Can you break boulders with one hand?" After saying this, he pointed to the stone guardrail on the steps beside him.

    Long Xu didn't say anything, he raised his fist and punched it down.

    But when there was a bang, there were piles of rocks.

    The little kids present were amazed at once, let out a "wow" sound, and applauded him neatly, unanimously thinking that it was better than the boulder-broken one on the street.

    Only Cao Fangzhu not far away bared his teeth and grinned very painfully.

    "Big brother, can you lift me up! Can I sit on your shoulders!"

    The speaker was a boy of seven or eight years old, Lang Xu bent down and hugged him silently, seeing this, other band apprentices also stood on tiptoe.

    "I want to hold it high too!"

    "I also want!"

    "Hey, line up!"

    The back garden of the music workshop was so lively that it looked like a private school after school. Even the girls upstairs who were hanging their voices couldn't help but look around.

    Wen Qian leaned against the door and watched for a while, then walked slowly towards the main hall.

    It was still early, and there were only ditties on the stage to add to the fun. Several musicians were shaking their heads and playing clearly, and there were only a few spectators in the audience.

    In the background tune of clear soup and little water, Shi Baichuan sat on the top seat and told two or three young girls about his journey from south to north.  posture.

    "All of King Ning's rebels are well hidden. What is Tang Shi? Even the celebrity in front of him, Shi Minglang, is involved in it." He slapped the table and slapped Lingge in shock.

    "Hey, I think when we caught Liu Wenyuan, it was a long journey through mountains and rivers. It was hard work, ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties!"

    Wen Qian sat down in her old seat, and immediately a little girl with a wink came over to pour her tea.

    Although Yang Jin refused to acknowledge his love, she still passed the post to the Baihu Office, thinking about whether love would come or not, so Shi Baichuan finally came.

    "Especially near Mount Meng, where there is a mountain that is filled with fog all year round, like a fairyland, people will get lost within a short while after entering."

    "Have you ever heard of Peach Blossom Spring?"

    A group of girls who had never read a book shook their heads blankly in unison.

    Shi Baichuan pursed his lips, but it didn't affect his performance: "In short, it's a place where you can get in but can't get out, and if you mess up, you have to explain it"

    "This old boy is playing tricks, and he almost got us caught."

    Although they were full of talk, a few girls who didn't know much about the world listened with gusto, "Ah, what happened after that?"

    "Needless to say, brother, I'm a well-known live secretary, so I'm sure I'll be successful!" He was full of shame, "Let me tell you, in that mountain"

    Wen Qian took a sip of her tea, pretending to be casually flipping up her five fingers, and caressing the bright colored Koudan on her nails.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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