Getting Married One Night

Wen Nanzhi sat in the room, staring at the lute on the cabinet in a daze, thinking about all kinds of things with her mother.

Although it has always been their mother and daughter who depend on each other, her mother is very kind to her. No matter how the Wen family suppress them, her mother still gently tells her every word. Only when she is alone can she dare to bow her head and cry.

Wen Nanzhi always didn't understand why such a gentle woman had to suffer so much pain. Even if her mother ate fast and worshipped Buddha properly and tacitly accepted all the nonsense of Wen Xiang, Qian Huiru still refused to let her mother and her go.

"Mom..." Wen Nanzhi missed her mother's warm embrace and the mother who smiled kindly at her in the leisurely incense burner.

Wen Nanzhi took the pipa from the shelf, sat on the floor, hugged the pipa in her arms and imagined that her mother was nearby.

She removed the gauze on her hand. The scarred small wound made the snow-white skin look shocking. There were still unclean blood stains in her fingers, like jade blocks stained with blood, which was a little more sad.

She knew that the palace was not there, so she dared to twist and pluck the strings.

Phoenix neck jade flowers, silk strings rustle, and the sound of the piano is sometimes low and quiet, sometimes clear.

These are what her mother taught her. She told her that the sound of the piano often reposes a person's feelings, which is the only thing she can miss her mother now.

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The original entertainment was cancelled temporarily because Gong Shen had a headache.

Uncle Zhong saw Gong Shen get out of the car and immediately came forward to help him, but he got rid of him.

"Go away!" every time Gong Shen has a headache, he will be wrapped in hostility and have no good face to anyone.

Uncle Zhong was not angry and still followed, "stewing the medicine, drinking it and asking someone to go up for a massage should relieve it."

Gong Shen frowned and was very unhappy. He even quickened his pace.

When I came to the stairs, I heard a faint sound.

"What voice?" Gong Shen said impatiently.

Uncle Zhong followed his reputation and thought of Wen Nanzhi, but he didn't dare to say.

No one dared to stop Gong Shen. He turned his direction with his long legs, went directly to the kitchen and stopped when he passed Wen Nanzhi's room.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Wen Nanzhi was stunned, and his fingers still stayed on the string.

It seems that people are gong Shen. Wen Nanzhi subconsciously hugged the pipa in his hand and dragged his heavy legs back.

Gong Shen was dressed in a black suit, with slightly short hair and green stubble behind his ears. He was clean but extremely violent.

He sat on the quilt spread out by Wennan Zhizhi with his legs bent.

The room was too small. Gong Shen's legs straightened and touched the opposite wall. He could only bend one leg and put the other leg at will.

Wen Nanzhi looked at Gong Shen sitting down and shrunk into a ball. He could clearly smell the smell of wine in the narrow room. He was domineering and domineering. Even the temperature in the room increased.

Under the small lamp, Gong Shen's sitting figure was cast on the white wall. The dark shadow was in strong contrast, and the lines were clean. When the figure shook, it seemed that Gong Shen was a little untrue.

He looked up slightly, and the shadow moved, revealing his slender neck. His side face was deep and extremely attractive. He put one hand on his bent knee, and each breath was magnified in the small room.

"Keep playing." he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked a little tight.

Wen Nanzhi paused for a moment, shaking his hands holding the lute and looked at Uncle Zhong standing at the door.

Uncle Zhong nodded to her and motioned her to do so to avoid suffering.

Wen Nanzhi adjusted his breathing and put his hands on the string, but his shaking hand broke the first sound.

Gong Shen frowned. He looked at Wen Nanzhi with his hands on his knees. After dropping his eyes, his anger disappeared. His charming face was at a glance, which made people reluctant to open their eyes.

Wen Nanzhi didn't dare to look at him. His hand was still trembling. He fiddled with it several times before he returned to normal. He played a minor gently and softly.

Uncle Zhong looked at Gong Shen's face and asked the maid to take the stewed medicine and put it into Gong Shen's hand.

Gong Shen couldn't stand the taste after drinking half of it. He frowned and stuffed it back.

Uncle Zhong saw that Gong Shen was willing to drink medicine. He stood at the door contentedly and dismissed the others.

Gong Shen's hand rubbed his forehead one after another. After alleviating the pain, he opened his eyes and looked at the warm South Orange shrinking in the corner.

The misty eyes were stained with the water vapor of fear. The eyes were red when they said they were red, but they refused to cry. The lips were red when they bit, which made them more attractive under the snow.

The more he saw her poor, the more unhappy Gong Shen was. He had to make her cry.

"Sing!" Gong Shen's lips popped up. "Don't prostitutes in this ancient brothel all sing minor tunes to please others? I'm happy. Maybe I'll spare you tonight."

As soon as the tone of Wennan Zhizi leaked, Gong Shen was shocked by the word prostitute in his mouth, and his wounds were aching faintly, especially the scars left by the glass slag in his palm.

But in order for Gong Shen to bypass her, Bei's teeth loosened and the lip flap with tooth marks opened tremblingly.

Humming a minor.

When Gong Shen heard Wen Nanzhi's voice, he couldn't help looking at her more. His voice was a little hoarse with vibrato and soft waxy, but it was very good.

He closed his eyes and nightmares rolled in.

"Son, mom, I'm sorry for you. Your father was forced to die by Wen Xiang. What's the meaning of us living? We'll be reunited with your father when we die, as well as grandparents. Our family can be together again..."

"Don't be afraid, child. Close your eyes. It'll be fine in a minute. We'll see your father in a minute..."

... it's a dream every day, and then the cold sea goes down.

But not this time. A low voice hummed a minor and suddenly pulled the picture to the boat under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The sound of rowing seemed to have a hypnotic effect.

Gong Shen closed his eyes. When he had a headache, a string that was tight also relaxed. He leaned against the wall and loosened his whole body. His upper and lower long eyelashes closed and gathered up the last sharp eyes.