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The next three months were about the happiest I've been in 22 years.

Mr. Zhang in the west of the city wanted to find a musician to teach his little daughter the piano art at his residence, and my father recommended me.Except for accompanying my father and going to Zhangfu to teach piano, I spent the rest of the time with Chunchuan on the outskirts of the city.

There is no Goulan Band in the outskirts of the city. We play the piano and dance by the lake.The poets and poets who come to visit the lake always invite us to have a drink together, and Chunchuan readily agrees every time. Before leaving, he still reminds them: "If you want to write poems or fus, don't forget to write us in it!"

One time I met the second son of Mr. Zhang's family by the lake—I had a relationship with this Mr. Zhang once in Zhang's mansion, and I heard that he is very good at playing the piano.I got up and stepped aside and asked him to play a song for the dancers.

It's strange to think about it, but this is the first time I've sat by the side and watched Chunchuan dance to the music.No need to meditate on the rhythm of fingering, just give him your eyes and your heart-see how he turns the music into movements and lines, and then pours it all into the hearts of the viewers.

After that day, Mr. Zhang would come to our small courtyard in the suburbs from time to time. Chunchuan taught him to dance, and he played the piano for Chunchuan.If I was there, we would eat, drink and chat together.

The weather is getting colder, and we have to prepare all the things for winter when we leave the palace.In fact, I have some savings, but Chunchuan always asks me to be as frugal as possible.On this point, I'm good at it—after all, I've always planned to take him back to Jiangnan one day.Since it is only a temporary stay here, there is no need to spend too much.

It is also because of this that we have a reason to sleep in one quilt—it is cold at night, and it is enough to cover the existing beds with cotton wool instead of buying new ones.I always used the excuse that my hands and feet were cold, and I hugged him regardless.The first few times he really believed it, took my hand and rubbed it again and again, but later maybe he saw through my mind, and when I called out cold, he consciously got into my arms.

"Tomorrow you will go to the city with me to go to the market and buy a thicker jacket." I said.

He rubbed the top of his head against my chin: "No, I can wear yours."

"Buy a new one, let's wear it together."

"Then you choose, I won't go to the city," he held me tighter, "I like whatever you choose."

"Are you afraid of meeting the little prince?"

He nodded: "You have to be careful too."

Even if he doesn't say it, I always do.

Only then did I realize that nothing had changed—I was still the nameless illegitimate child who hid in a small courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing six years ago, and I still feared and avoided that little prince.I once said that Chunchuan is like a reed in the wind and rain, but now that I think about it, I have never been better.

He is the reed, I am the wild grass, the reed is swaying, and I am swaying together.

When I returned to Beijing, it was midsummer, and it seemed that winter had arrived in the blink of an eye.After several consecutive heavy snowfalls, my father finally passed away in front of the eyes of everyone in the palace, and he couldn't wait until the next spring.

For my father's departure, I thought I would never cry.I have long since ceased to be bothered about him, and I have such thoughts simply because I feel that as a father, I will not be short of tears like this—when my mother died, I was the only one beside me, but my father The whole government mourns and sees him off.

However, after my father was buried, when I packed up all the musical instruments I left in the palace and closed the box, the scenes of playing for him in the past six months flashed before my eyes.

——When he listens to my piano, he always sheds tears. Perhaps, he really misses his mother.

I plan to sell the small courtyard on the outskirts of the city and go to Jiangnan.My last relative is gone in the capital, and I don't plan to come back.After my father's funeral was over, I went to Zhang's mansion to accompany the little daughter to practice piano as usual, thinking that I would resign from Master Zhang after I found a buyer for the house.But before I took the initiative to mention it, Mr. Zhang paid me my wages first and asked me not to come again.

That day I went out of the city with my silver in my pocket, and at the gate of the city, I met Chun Chuan who came to welcome me with a sword in his hand.I asked him why he suddenly thought of coming to pick me up. He said that robbers often appeared on the way out of the city recently, and he was worried that I would run into them.

"Then you are right," I put his hand on the silver taels I carried in my chest, "It just so happens that Mr. Zhang paid me my wages today."

He stopped and stared into my eyes: "Didn't it be agreed to teach for at least three months?"

"Originally, I was still young, Master Zhang reluctantly used me for his father's sake. Now that my father is gone, there is no need to keep me any longer. It doesn't matter." I took his shoulders and walked forward. "Originally, we were about to leave Beijing. When we arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, there were a lot of big families there, and we had as many jobs as we wanted."

He bowed his head thinking about something, and didn't answer me again.

Back at the gate of the small courtyard, I noticed a few extra shoe prints on the outside of the courtyard wall. "This is……"

He glanced at it, panicked for a moment, and hurriedly opened the courtyard door and rushed into the house.I followed behind him, and as soon as I reached the door, I saw my old piano lying in the middle of the room—not only the strings were broken, but the surface of the piano was smashed to pieces.I hurriedly stepped over the broken violin and walked to the bedside. I saw the wooden box I used to put the bank notes and land deeds lying under the bed intact, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Chun Chuan knelt down in front of the old piano, picking up the broken strings and broken boards.

"Probably the thief climbed over the wall to pick the lock and finally slipped in. After a few rounds, he couldn't find any money, so he had to destroy the piano to vent his fire and curse me as a poor man." After I finished speaking, I laughed a few times.

"This piano," he looked at me, "was it a gift from the prince before?"

"Yes. How do you know?"

"I heard from the little prince."

This was the first time he took the initiative to mention the little prince.

We drank some wine that night.The wine was brought to Chunchuan by Mr. Zhang last time. He suddenly found it out of the box and uncovered it, saying that tonight he would sacrifice the wine to the piano.

We are like two naughty children who stole wine from home and came out to worship. We lighted candles, took out wine cups, and filled ourselves with pride. It's hot and I can't keep my eyes open.So they didn't even bother to put out the candles, and helped each other get into bed and lie down under the quilt.

Although it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, I felt hot all over and couldn't sleep well.In the heat, I took off my clothes indiscriminately and threw them at the end of the bed.After taking it off, he felt the cold wind crawling through the blanket, so he closed his eyes and groped for the person beside him, wanting to get close to his body to keep warm.

Before, I felt hot and cold for a while, but when I hugged him, I felt instantly refreshed, as if the severe cold had passed and the spring breeze was in my arms.I still don't know whether he was intoxicated or drunk, dreaming or awake at that time, I only heard him ask abruptly: "Have you ever kissed someone?"

I replied in a daze, "I can't remember."

He asked again: "Then you will?"

"No," I said, "I'll learn from a gentleman tomorrow."

He was amused by my tacit nonsense: "I'll just teach you."

I don't know about others, but I am definitely a little bit good at kissing, and I am self-taught.Isn't it just a kiss, how lingering and how it comes, hug him and rub him to melt him, everything should be light or soft, as long as the kiss makes the whole body warm, and he will decide the rest.

Without whip and bridle, the only way I can get a wild horse is to fall in love with him.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was high, and Chun Chuan was sitting on the steps in front of the house looking at the sky in a daze, and I sat down beside him.

He turned to look at me, and handed me the sword in his hand: "This is for you."

"Isn't this your baby? Why did you suddenly think of giving it to me?"

"Leave it for you as a souvenir."

"Remembrance?" I was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Yunze," he lowered his head, "I should go back to the palace."

I looked at him: "I don't understand."

"I can't go to the south of the Yangtze River. Even if I did, it would be no different from the capital there. Whether it's Mr. Zhang or the smashed Qin, you know it in your heart, right?"

I was silent.

"I don't want to go back to my childhood," he continued, "without food, hiding in hiding, and watching my master die in front of me. The little prince has already promised me that as long as I am willing to go back, he will give me money in the future." I have a chance to dance."

"When did you see him?"

"The day before yesterday, someone sent a letter asking me to go to the lake. I thought it was Mr. Zhang, but I found out it was the young prince. I didn't tell you, because... it's useless if you know. After I return to the palace, everything will be over. Now, you just go to Jiangnan as usual, and no one will embarrass you again. You don't have to worry about anything, just pretend that I am not here. "

"What about you?" I asked to the sky, "Will you forget me, as if I never existed?"

He shook his head vigorously.