Chapter 7 Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Building

The wind in the capital is so tight that people can't breathe. On the way to Suzhou, it was flat. Under the clean sky, there is a gradual haze, and no one knows whether the next step will be the abyss or the flat ground.

Hiring a car, Qin Si and Qing Mo went to Suzhou in the smoke and dust.

This is Qin Si's first time to go to Suzhou. Outside the carriage, Suzhou's soft words slowly came to his ears. Qin Si opened his eyes, and the atmosphere here was really different from that of the capital.

"It's almost there. My sister put this on. After all, it is a land of wind and moon. I'm afraid my sister's appearance will cause trouble. Qingmo took out a piece of gauze from his sleeve, and Qin Silan took it and hid his beauty behind the gauze.

The wheels gradually stopped, and the green ink lifted the curtain on the left, and five big characters loomed behind the red gauze tent. Qin Siyang looked at the spring flowers and autumn moon building, which is where she will stay in the future.

"Sister, get out of the car." Qingmo took Qin Si's hand and walked in with her.

It was still early, and the candlelight of the brothel was not bright. When I pushed the door and entered, there were only quiet pieces. There is a luxury in the lobby that is not in line with the place of the brothel. Every table, a chair and every beam and wood are not ordinary. When Qin Si withdrew her eyes, there was a door ring upstairs, and a woman with exquisite makeup but not good spirits came out, estimated to be about 30 years old.

The green ink on his side came forward and gently blessed himself: "I've seen my mother."

When the pimp saw the green ink, she put away the yawn on her mouth, pulled up the green ink with a pile of smiles, and her eyes flashed like gold: "My good daughter, you are back, and your family has settled down?"

"Mom, don't worry, Qingmo has settled everything at home. I've been away these days, but thank you for your hard work, mom. Qing Mo said with a sweet throat.

The old woman covered her lips and smiled, turned her eyes, and her eyes fell on Qin Si. She approached and looked carefully.

"Daughter, is this?"

Qingmo smiled and pulled Qin Si forward: "Mom, I met this sister on the way. I want to stay with her. Please agree."

The old pimp reached out and raised Qin Si's chin, and Qin Si retreated slightly to avoid it.

"What? Don't let me see it. It's a brothel here. What can you do with your face? The old lady wiped her fingertips with a fragrant handkerchief, and the color of contempt made Qin Si's eyes shine.

"This, mom, this sister doesn't sell herself. If mom finds it inconvenient, please pay the monthly money from me. The green ink is in front of Qin Si, which is very maintenance.

The oldam shook her head when she saw this. Qingmo is her cash cow, and it is not worth it to make a stingy reputation for a girl. She picked up the incense handkerchief and wiped her face and casually asked, "What's your name?" What can I do?"

"Qin Si." Qingmo replied quickly, which made Qin Si shocked. She clearly told Qingmo that her name was Qin Qing... Qin Si clenched her hand and the murderous intention burst out of her heart.

"Qin Si?" The old lady frowned, and the * covered * on her face was pressed down by folds.

Qingmo shook his head under Qin Si's fiery eyes: "No, it's a pianist. Qing'er's sister plays the piano well, and it's the best to match my song. She will definitely attract more noble people for her mother.

As soon as the old woman heard this, a fire suddenly ignited in her eyes. She took Qin Si's hand and looked at it and nodded slightly: "So it's called Qing'er... Well, since it's Qingmo who said it, just stay."

Qingmo pulled Qin Si with a smile and said to the back of the pimp, "Thank you, mother."

When the old pimp yawned and returned to the house, Qingmo smiled at Qin Si: "Let's go, I'll show you around."

"Isn't Qingmo girl afraid that I don't understand the rhythm?" Qin Si said coldly that there are too many mysteries in this Qingmo. Even if it is harmless to her, she should not be careless.

"I just thought about my sister's surname Qin, and I just talked about the pianist casually for a moment. I have seen my sister's hand. Her bones are slender and she must be able to play the piano well. Even if my sister can't, I can teach you. It's just..." Qingmo's answer was inadvertently explaining, but Qin Si found a flaw in her bite. This woman clearly knows her identity, so why did she take her to Suzhou? What's the purpose?

"Just what?"

Up the steps, Qin Si asked as Qingmo returned to her room.

"It's just that my sister will leave this damn place in the future. It's shameful to use her real name. It's better not to say her surname." Qingmo closed the door and calmly handed it out.

Qin Si looked around the Qingmo room and said, "Why did you help me?"

The coffin was blown by the wind, and the faint freshness swept away the heavy pink fragrance in the room. Qingmo listened with a smile and walked to the window. After a long time, she sighed slowly and said, "I owe you a life, so I won't hurt you. If there is anything I can do to help, you can say it directly.

"Hmm."

Qin Si's tenderness has faded as early as the polishing day after day, and now Qin Si is a tough papy grass.

Qin Si knew in his heart that Qing Mo must know her identity and what she wants to do. But she didn't know the purpose of Qingmo. However, it doesn't matter. Master once said that life is a chess game, whether it's your parents, Jinlan's friends, or those who know each other, everyone who walks around you is a chess piece. In your own chess game, you should look at each other vertically and horizontally and choose to do it. In addition to jumping off, you are a pawn of others. No matter when and where, playing good chess is the right way.

Qingmo has no intention of killing her. He wants to use her.

Since she has entered the chess game of Qingmo, why can't she regard Qingmo as a chess piece before the victory or defeat is decided...

Qin Si looked at the guqin placed not far away, with a faint smile on his lips, but Qingmo lost his mind in an instant. In the eyes, the two stunning women have their own thoughts...

At the beginning of the lanterns, the spring flowers and autumn moon buildings became lively, and the sound of warbler and swallows came one after another. After the green ink makeup, the exquisite face and exquisite figure are really seductive. Playing with the thin strings, the melodious sound of the piano slipped out of his fingertips. Qin Si lowered his eyes, covered his thoughts, and mixed some powder fragrance of the broth in the sound of the piano, which was the same as the soft words.

Qing Mo stroked the hair on his chest, listened to Qin Si's piano, and his eyes were a little moved. She is a singer. She knows best that the piano-playing person can't know it. At first, the sound of the piano is like a red dust, but in the deepest part, it is tender.

"How about it?" Qin Si finished his song, withdrew his red fingertips, raised his eyebrows and asked.

Before Qingmo answered, the door was knocked open. The old woman who twisted her waist and came in clapped her hands and smiled, "Oh, you play well, Qingmo, you have found another treasure for our building. But it's a pity that he is a clean man.

"Thank you for your mother's receipt." Qin Siying paid a homage.

After praising Qin Si, the old man remembered the matter of Qingmo. After patting his chest, he pulled up the green ink in a panic and looked at him and said, "My ancestor, Mr. Zhang of the magistrate's family came to wait for you every day. Today, I heard that you came back and I had to see you. Pack up and come down quickly, ah... As for Qinger, you can follow me today and go on the stage tomorrow.

After saying that, the old pimp left.

Qingmo shook his head and straightened the beads on his head: "Qinger, don't worry, I won't let you suffer."

ps:

Momo went to participate in a competition when writing Palace Prisoner, and then went to Wuhan for a month's class in March. Now we have to prepare for all kinds of travel matters, school and home. There is also a summary of the graduation thesis to be handed in after a period of time. So I'm here to discuss it with you. The number of words in a single chapter from tomorrow will be slightly less, but not less than 2K. Only 5 days) and then the 5,000 words owed will be made up in March. I gritted my teeth and promised to add 7,000 words to everyone in March. Is it okay?

There is no call... Well, I think everyone agreed... Welcome to supervise in March...

Lovers...

I'm a better child, asking for tickets, asking for footprints... Asking for flowers, where are the flowers? Reach out your hand, drag your face, smile...