Chapter 177 (1/2)
That was her happiest day. Although she could only see him when she performed on the stage every night, she was very happy and satisfied.
Until one day, a squire smelling of copper, trembling with fat, took out two ingots and fifty liang of gold and smashed it on the procuress's trembling chest, she suddenly had a trace of fear.
It is the condition for her to enter Baiying building. But a paper contract finally failed to resist the temptation of one hundred liang of gold. When the procuress took the gold, she couldn't help it.
Just as the squire stretched out his smelly mouth and pressed it hard on her face, the door was suddenly kicked open.
”Let her go.”
Three words, not loud, even a little gentle, as if afraid of startling her dream. But what she is doing now is not a beautiful dream, but a nightmare, a waking nightmare.
With the scream of the squire flying out of the door, she rushed into his warm and generous chest without hesitation. At that moment, it was very quiet. There are not too many sweet words, nor too many soft words.
”Tomorrow, I will come to see you sing.”
He had only one sentence. He would say it every day. Then he took some silver from his arms and put it on the table.
She hugged him tightly and wouldn't let him go. She only had three words. These three words made her blush and suffocate him.
”Stay.”
”You don't want one hundred liang of gold, but I have only ten liang of silver.”
She gently grabbed the ingot of silver, put it in front of her eyes, looked carefully, and then put it down gently.
Without words, there was only a heavy gasp, and then the red candle went out.
Night, said quiet, but not quiet.
In the morning, looking at her sleeping with a smile, he left gently.
He came every day for the next few months. She hoped that he could redeem himself and let her be his wife. When he came every day, he didn't need the twelve grain silver.
However, just when she was full of girls' hopes and aspirations, he suddenly didn't come.
One day, two days, three days. One month, two months, three months.
She frantically inquired about his news. Finally one day, she let her know where he lived. She looked for it, but what she saw was a big red word ”Xi” pasted on the door.
He got married. The bride is a woman from a very ordinary family in Guiyang city.
That night, she wandered by the river. At that time, spring was strong.
Perhaps the fragrance of flowers and weeping willows made her give up her determination to die. She finally sent him a letter, a letter of appointment.
”Why didn't you come?”
”I'm married.”
”Is she better than me?”
”How are you all?”
”Then why don't you marry me?”
”I am happy with you, and I am down-to-earth with her.”
She seemed to suddenly understand that twelve silver tattoos were happiness and a paper engagement was sureness.
After a long silence, he said, ”you're fine. You'll find a better man than me.”
She smiled and smiled bitterly.
”If one day I learn martial arts and can beat you, I will kill you. Then I will jump into the Chongling river with you.”
She didn't cry, but the moment she turned around, her tears fell silently.
She threw down twelve liang of silver, leaving a lonely and lonely figure, in exchange for a sigh that seemed helpless.
When she knew that the task was to go to Guiyang, she was moved and distressed.
When she arrived in Guiyang, she knew that the house was dilapidated and people had disappeared.