imperial psychologist

Chapter 522
Until midnight, many people were too hot to fall asleep. The annoying heat made the girls sleep very lightly, and many people did not fall asleep until the second half of the night.

Around Chou Shi, the whole house fell into silence.

Bai Ling opened her eyes, she stepped on the ground barefoot, and slowly moved towards the door of the house—because of the heat, the door was not closed even after nightfall these days.

The turtle claws were still guarding the stairs downstairs, and Bai Ling quietly passed through the beds of her companions, followed the old road she had walked many times, and climbed up the iron ladder in the dark.

The heavy door had already been opened, and when Bo Ling came out, he saw Wei Ying standing at the corner of the cornice not far away.

She quickly climbed up to the roof, and the night wind blew her forehead hair wet with sweat.

The white-haired old man in front of him turned around at this moment.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Bo Ling said softly.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Ai Songqing gently pushed Bo Ling's shoulder, and Bo Ling was obviously still asleep—I don't know when it started, Bo Ling no longer got up early to wash the first water in the bathroom downstairs, and It seems to be the last one to wake up in this room.

"I have to wash up, Bo Ling." Ai Songqing waited for Bo Ling to get up by the bed, she said softly, "You haven't been in a good mood these days."

"Well," Bo Ling shook his head, "too tired."

"...That's right." Ai Songqing sighed, "The day after tomorrow is the ninth day of junior high school, so I'm a little nervous..."

Berlin wasn't listening, she wasn't fully awake yet.

Three days from today, she temporarily stopped Wei Ying's training. Compared with repeated practice on the roof and in the pear garden, she now needs a good sleep.

Ai Songqing looked at the blue eye circles under Bai Ling's eyes, feeling a little distressed, "It's really hot during this time, can't you sleep well at night?"

"Ah."

"After a while, you go back and sleep for a while."

"Where are you going?" Bai Ling asked absently.

"I'll go to Liyuan again." Ai Songqing said softly, "I can't go to the dance workshop now, so I can only borrow the piano from them."

"Okay." Bo Ling nodded, "Thank you."

"..." Ai Songqing looked at Bo Ling worriedly, "Are you really okay? Do you want to ask the bustard to ask a doctor to come and see?"

"Don't worry." Bai Ling looked up at Ai Songqing at this moment, and she patted the shoulder of the girl in front of her, "I know it well."

On the eighth day of the eighth day, the room in the tower building was basically empty during the day.

The sale of the tooth shop is coming soon, and the bustard is finally willing to find an empty house, so that the girls can practice their gambling skills tomorrow.Although they knew that this kind of victory and defeat was meaningless, everyone could feel that they were secretly competing with each other.

This is the part they can finally control by themselves.

After all, nearly half of the people don't need to go on stage tomorrow night, they are just going through a formality.

After that night, everyone went their separate ways.

This feeling is very complicated. Although the farewell is imminent, everyone does not know how to say goodbye. Everyone is saying blessings and looking forward to the future, describing the life after leaving in various poses and with different expressions.But everyone was beating a drum in their hearts, and the encouragement and comfort spoken by each mouth was like wind in the ears of the other.

No one knows whether it's a blessing or a curse waiting in front of them—the scarf on their chests has shattered their last hope. Even if they really have the opportunity to meet their old relatives in the future, I'm afraid they can't hide it Status will only bring shame to relatives and friends.

They have been exposed to this kind of trade-off since they were young, but they never thought that one day they would fall on the other end of the scale.

Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, and except for a few people, almost no one noticed that Berlin had slept all day in the hot tower.

……

In the early morning of the ninth day of the ninth day, all the girls were woken up early.

They were led by the bustard herself, through the winding corridors with red fences, and finally entered an elegant courtyard.

The best groomers in Baihuaya lived here—for the dental business tonight, the bustard spent a lot of money on the makeup of all the girls.She just waited for after tonight when everyone would come to ask which mother these girls came from, so that she could grow her "Xi" brand name well.

Therefore, even the girls who are not on stage can't be sloppy. They put on dignified and generous silk clothes again, and comb their hair in delicate and elegant buns.Many people looked at themselves in the mirror, and felt as if they had passed away for a moment, and couldn't help crying—even they themselves almost forgot what they looked like in the mirror.

The tears provoked an angry reprimand from the bustard.

Tears stained the rouge so much that the makeup on the face had to be redone.

Since the afternoon, Ai Songqing has not seen Bo Ling again.But she wasn't in a hurry, she just followed the order of Comrade Niang, watching herself in the mirror being changed bit by bit.

Ai Songqing remembers that on the night when everyone got their tattoos, Bo Ling once asked a teacher surnamed Ji to paint glaze for her.

"The girl has very long fingers, so pretty." Comb Niang stood behind Ai Songqing, combing her long hair slowly.

From the corner of her eye, Soniang looked at Ai Song's left hand. There was a thick pad-like callus on the pad of her little finger. There were also calluses on her index finger, middle finger and ring finger, as if they were born from plucking strings.

"A zither?"

"Yes." Ai Songqing nodded.

"Seven strings or thirteen strings?"

"There will be some."

"It's good to know how to play the zither," Shu Niang said softly, "If you have the piano skills, you will be easily attracted by good people. I heard that many people have been bought to be the family's piano masters, and they can live a peaceful life."

Ai Songqing was stunned for a moment. In the past, when she heard praises, she would habitually evade and deny them, but today, she suddenly felt a little calm in her heart.

"Thank you." Ai Songqing said softly.

……

"Ge Lao, don't take the sedan chair, come down and follow me, there are not many steps to go."

The side face of the sedan chair was opened a slit, revealing half of Sun Beiji's face, "Don't call me Mr. Ge here."

"Then Uncle Sun," Zhang Shouzhong changed his tone. He looked at the arch bridge crowded with people not far away, with a look of helplessness on his face, "Come down, and I will take you to another path—from the indoor Go, you won't be seen."

Sun Beiji also followed Zhang Shouzhong's gaze and looked forward - the Baihuaya seemed to be particularly crowded tonight, and it might be even more eye-catching if he really walked in a sedan chair.

"How long will it take?"

"At most a cup of tea." Zhang Shouzhong promised.

The sedan chair landed smoothly, and Sun Beiji got out of it. Zhang Shouzhong immediately stepped forward and supported Sun Beiji's left hand.

Today, both Sun and Zhang were wearing ordinary clothes, and took off their official robes and hats. They looked so ordinary in the bright lights of this night.

Sun Beiji specially wore a small square hat to cover his gray hair.

For the first time in his life, he flinched a little, and looked around before taking a step forward.

"If I meet an acquaintance somewhere," Sun Beiji sighed, "Where should I put my old face..."

"Don't worry, we will stay behind the curtain of the wing room the whole time," Zhang Shouzhong said softly, "No one will recognize us—"

Before Zhang Shouzhong finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"...Master Zhang?"

Both of them were startled, and turned their heads slowly - not far away, Zheng Mi was also standing there wearing a uniform.

(End of this chapter)