four o'clock moonlight

"You didn't steal the money, did you? I haven't asked you where the money came from?" Andersa's father was a little puzzled.

"I asked what you did with the money." Andersa asked again.

"Of course I went to drink and gamble, and finally got some money, but well, I lost some, I will come back to get it, you get out of the way." Andersa's father said.

"I won't let you, dad! Can't you just do business well? Don't gamble anymore. The family's livelihood is almost untenable!" Andesa shouted, stopping his father.

"Damn! It's all because of you, and I'm always being laughed at by those guys in the casino, and have the face to call me? Are you itchy?" Andersa's father rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit him.

"That's the reward money, you can't touch it!" Andersa said this out of helplessness or out of selfishness.

As soon as these words were said, Andersa's father immediately withdrew his hand and asked with the intention of asking, "Who rewarded you?"

"The musician who performed outdoors yesterday," Andersa said.

After hearing the answer, Andesa's father was silent for a while, then glanced at Andesa's body, and said angrily, "You little boy has learned to lie!? You went out all night and came back in such a rag I said you were rewarded? Tell the pigs that!"

"It was indeed rewarded by the musician. I saved him, and another "revolutionary" attacked last night." Andesa tried to stabilize his emotions, and said calmly.

"Really?" Andersa's father asked after thinking for a long time.

"Really," Andersa replied.

"Then tell me the ins and outs?" Andesa's father suddenly sat down and spoke with his arm on Andesa's shoulder affectionately.

So the story spread to Abra's ears one after another.

"Is that really what you said?" Abra asked looking at the music score.

"Yes, everyone is talking about it now, and many people don't believe it, because that person's character is too bad, maybe he just wants to win your attention." The servant replied respectfully.

"Maybe. Let's leave this matter alone and send someone to keep an eye on that person, as long as I don't use my reputation to do anything out of line." Abela still has things to do now. He has to prepare music recently. Yes, so I don't bother to care about these people, as long as it's not too much, let him go.

"The master is really magnanimous. I will send someone to supervise immediately." The servant withdrew.

Since Andesa said that it was the reward money, his father never touched it. Outsiders talked about him, but he didn't care. He only wanted to know about the musician, but there was nothing, not a little bit of it. .

He was inevitably lost in his heart, and he didn't go out to dawdle all day, but he thought about the musician's appearance, every expression of his, and that perfect face, which made him miss him very much. What about "goodbye"?Maybe, there won't be any, even if you can see it, you definitely can't say hello, because you are people from two worlds, how can you know each other?

Andersa was discouraged, and the cruelty of reality made him unable to persist, unless one day he became an upstart, half aristocrat, a rich man, that would be fine.

But fantasies are fantasies after all, he can't do anything, and he doesn't have such good luck, so what can he do to get rich?To steal, to rob?That will only make people feel that he is worse, and will be farther away from the musician, and it will only be the opposite.

This continued until the evening.

Why don't you go to Mr. Charles' house, Mr. Charles is a very talented person, and he can definitely help him solve it.

Andersa arrived at Charles' house and knocked on the door. After a long time, no one opened the door, so he was about to leave, but when he left, he found a book hidden by the door.

Eh?It was the book about love at first sight that he read last time, but due to time constraints, he left before finishing it. When he went again, Mr. Charles said that he had lent this book to someone else, so he nodded in frustration and didn't say anything. other.

Now, someone has returned, but Mr. Charles is not at home, so he put it here?

Andersa thought so, and with the book in his hand, he had an idea, that is, take this book away, once Mr. Charles goes out, he will not come back for a few days, and no one knows where he went.So, it doesn't matter if he quietly put it back in place after reading it, right?

After all, how much he wanted to know the content of that book and the ending.

After making this decision, Andersa trotted home with the book all the way, and then hid the book so that his father would not find it, otherwise it would be torn off again, so he would not be able to explain to Mr. Charles .

After hiding the book, Andersa started to have nothing to do again, sitting on the bed, looking out the window, the moon didn't appear tonight, was it blocked by dark clouds?

After a while, Andersa still wanted to take out the book to read, but he rummaged through it again, and just as he took it out, he heard someone calling him again.

"Desa! Desa!"

It was Kriti's voice.

This made Andersa take away the hand holding the book, and immediately ran to the door, and saw Kriti dressed in fancy clothes.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Andersa looked at Kriti, as if he really became a delinquent boy.

"You don't understand. These are the clothes I arrived recently. I'm a baby, and I'm just waiting to wear them tonight." Kriti looked up and in a good mood.

"Is there any event tonight?" Andersa looked at Kriti suspiciously.

"Did you forget? Tonight is the day to go to the tavern." Kriti patted Andersa on the shoulder and said.

"Oh... oh... it seems to be." Andersa was a little confused. He really didn't pay much attention to the news from the outside world recently. He only thought about how to get in touch with the musician, so when he thought that there was no news now, he felt a little sad .

"What's wrong with you? You seem to be in a bad mood." Kriti asked after seeing the change in Andesa.

"It's nothing...I won't go tonight, you guys go." Andersa responded with a forced smile.

"Hey, why don't you go, I'm going to take you to a fun place to accompany me, last time I called you out to watch something new, I didn't expect a "revolutionary" to attack, I was afraid you would get hurt. "Kriti immediately blocked Andersa's idea of ​​closing the door.

"Hmm...thank you for your concern...but I..."

"Don't worry about it, come quickly." Seeing Andesa's hesitant expression, Kriti immediately took Andesa's hand and ran out of the house, heading straight to the market.

"You...what are you going to do..." Andersa asked while being pulled.

"Of course I went to play, don't be unhappy, staying at home alone is even more boring!" Kriti said.

About 10 minutes later, the two arrived at the tavern.

"Don't you usually go through the main entrance? Why is the way in different today?" Andersa wanted to go in through the main entrance, but was dragged back by Kriti and walked another way.

"That's why it's fun. It's my first time here today, and I'll try something new." Kriti was a little excited, along the way.

The alley was dark, and neither of them could see each other. They had to keep walking until they saw a faint light, and then they arrived at their real destination.

Dim lights, all kinds of men and women in it, there are all kinds of people.

There was a voice calling for Kriti.

"Desa, wait for me here for a while, a friend calls me over there." Kriti said to Andesa.

Andersa nodded, watching Kriti's leaving back until she disappeared into the crowd, and then turned to another direction.

As time got later and more people poured in, Andersa gradually went to other places, and he couldn't see the place where Kriti entered just now.

He was a little panicked, trying to find where he was just now, but he seemed to be in another place.

"Sir...don't be here...with a bed..."

"I just love doing it here, you're so beautiful, baby."

Andersa followed the source of the sound to a place where there were relatively few people, and stuck his head out beside him.

Two men...?

Andersa watched cautiously. The man on top was well dressed and should be an aristocrat, while the man under him had delicate features, and seemed to be a little drunk because of drinking, with a slight smile on his face. Drunken, eyes confused.

The next thing the two of them did was what he did with the musician that night, thinking about him again...

Andersa didn't look any further, just looked down at his shoes and thought about how the musician hugged him that night, and many more...

"Hey, young man." Suddenly a stranger came.

Andersa came back to her senses, "...is it me?"

"Of course it's you, you're the only one here." The stranger talked to Andersa in a relaxed tone.

"Who are you?" Andersa asked casually.

"Well...call me Hope." The stranger thought for a while before telling Andersa.

"Hmm..." Andersa responded.

Hope grabbed Andersa's shoulder and turned around, looking at the two people in that position just like him,

"Would you like to...be close to the nobleman?"

"Come to the nobleman?" Andersa asked doubtfully.

"Of course, as long as you get close to the nobles, you probably won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life." Hope said.

"Then how could I have such an opportunity?" Andesa said.

"Men, don't they all like novelty and excitement, you dress up better, there is no shortage of people." Hope laughed.

"Really?" Andersa asked confused.

If only I could meet that musician again.

"Really, is what I said true? The kid you saw just now came recently, so you picked this one up so soon." Hope seemed to see the boy in front of him hesitate, and said more seductively.

"Well, okay." Andersa nodded, and then planned to leave.

"Hey, think about it, come to me, I can introduce you a few." Hope smiled.

Andersa left directly and returned to the hall just now, and Kriti came over immediately.

"Desa Desa, where did you go just now?" Kriti asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, I just... went to drink some wine, and I feel a little uncomfortable now, I'm going home first, you can play." Andesa comforted Kriti.

"But... Desa..." Kriti wanted to persuade him again, but the people over there were also calling him.

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