As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 311 310: Reunion

“How long does it take to get someone to develop a habit?”

Murong Qiudi seemed to be looking into the distance, or at the tree in the courtyard that had just sprouted buds.

The wind blew her hair back.

Standing there with her back straight, Xue Keren followed her gaze and looked in the direction of Shenjian Villa.

The next day, Murong Qiudi went on a long trip. Like a gust of wind, she came here silently, disappeared silently, and came back more than half a month later.

The weather is getting warmer, and many people on the street have taken off their coats and are only wearing thin shirts.

Aji hasn't seen that woman for half a month. Grandma Li said that she went to enjoy her life with her big customer. Nothing seems to have changed in the brothel, and there is a new girl. But Aji would occasionally miss that woman, that poor woman who would hit him from time to time and then hug him and kiss him passionately. She is different from other girls in the brothel. No one can compare to her when she is aggressive, and no one can compare to her when she is gentle. Under the hard shell is a soft heart, and she cares about this useless Aji. ——Besides her, others would occasionally beat and scold Aji, but those people just vented their anger on a useless turtle man.

"That bitch who often bullied you is gone. Doesn't your life feel better now?"

Someone teased him like this, but Aji still worked silently and didn't speak. Just like no one knows about the two people, no one knows what he is thinking.

——The cook is also very kind to Aji. Occasionally he will leave half a bowl of broth in the pot for him so that he will not go hungry, but that is mercy and charity. There is only this woman who cares about Aji. Although she can also beat and scold her, she is different from others.

If Aji disappears, many people may not remember that there was a useless Aji at all, but that woman is different, she will care.

Aji would sometimes lie in bed and stare at the cobwebs on the roof in trance.

She was obviously a bitch, but she stood up high and told him he could do anything.

He calmed down and continued to be a useless Aji - compared to having hands full of blood, living in the shadow of swords and swords every day, and accepting challenges and deaths one after another with swords, this ordinary life was unexpectedly heart-wrenching. install.

That woman is also different from those famous ladies in the martial arts world. She will not be conquered by him just because of a smile and sleep in the same bed with him.

We are all mortals, and too many people are the same, the same philistine, the same vulgar, and very similar.

The remaining winter is gone.

The spring breeze blows, and the business of the brothel is much better.

One morning nearly a month later, when it was still dark and the roosters had not yet crow, the door of the dilapidated utility room suddenly rang.

Aji suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the door quietly.

Standing there in a light veil, his bare feet making no sound, his heart suddenly beat a little faster.

The woman stood at the door and walked in slowly. She also saw Aji's eyes in the darkness.

"Aren't you happy that I'm not around these days?" the woman asked him with a smile.

Aji didn't speak, he kept his mouth closed.

"It seems so." The woman said lonelyly, "If a person like me is gone, everyone should be happy."

"Why did you come back?" Aji asked.

Grandma Li said she was taken away by the big patron.

"I came here secretly." The woman's eyes flashed.

Her delicate fingers caressed Aji's face, and Aji looked at her intently.

"I can't worry about you. I'm worried that you will be bullied by others. Only I can bully you. Aji, no one is allowed to hit you. Only I can."

Her voice was very soft, as light as a whisper, and her waist twisted unconsciously, "Aji..."

She suddenly slapped Aji on the face, and immediately kissed him. Aji's breathing suddenly became heavy.

The waning moon in the horizon has not disappeared yet.

One hot and crazy night, she left barefoot, with nothing under her thin spring shirt, and left it all to Aji.

It came and went quietly like the spring breeze, as if nothing had happened, only a few pieces of clothing scattered in the room. Its daybreak.

Aggie started working again.

The injuries on his face could not be hidden, and the women in the brothel saw him and laughed at who was beating him again.

"Did someone get beaten last night when you peeked at one of the sisters changing clothes?" Someone chuckled.

It is very common for brothel workers to get injured, and it will be over with a few laughs.

Aji works very seriously and does not feel tired. Grandma Li feels that it is okay even if a girl from a brothel is used by him.

After a busy day like this, it was not until late at night that Aji had time to rest, took out a steamed bun, ate it, and went back to his sleeping place.

Seeing the clothes fallen beside the bed, he paused and lay on the bed tiredly.

He fell asleep quickly.

Even when women are still in the brothel, they don't come here every day.

It was still dark when the rooster crowed, and a flash of fish-belly white slowly appeared from the sky, and there was another movement at the door.

Aji's expression changed. He opened his eyes from his sleep, but what he saw was not that woman.

What stood at the door was not a veil, but a woman in luxurious clothes. In the clear and cold dawn, the clear and cold night, in the clear and cold small courtyard, darkness and dawn were entangled. She was at the door, an ordinary person, wearing light clothes.

eight years.

Eight long years, nearly three thousand days and nights, cold and warm, sweet and bitter days, how many people died? How many lives? How many vicissitudes of life have happened? How many people are getting old?

Murong Qiudi has not aged, she has only become more beautiful. Her cold face is just as beautiful, elegant and erratic as eight years ago.

She is a famous beauty in the martial arts world. In the past eight years, she has rejected more than forty marriage proposals from famous people.

But how much has he changed?

She didn't walk in, and he didn't walk out, they just stared at each other quietly.

Windy, gentle breeze.

The wind ruffled the hair on Murong Qiudi's head. She raised her hand to press her hair and suddenly smiled.

"Eight years." Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze.

He did not answer because he knew that Murong Qiudi must have been more miserable and lonely than him during these eight years.

Murong Qiudi looked around the small side room, and paused when his eyes fell on the woman's lingerie beside his bed. Her smile became slightly shallower, but she still smiled softly, "You don't have any of it at all." Change, but still the same.”

He looked at her coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Murong Qiudi said: "It's not easy to find you. Let me come and see you."

He said coldly: "What can we say between us?"

Her smile disappeared, she lowered her eyes and said: "No... no more..."

Is there nothing to say between them?

no.

Murong Qiudi raised her head, stared at him and said, "If there is nothing to talk about between us, why should I come to you?"

She didn't wait for the other party to speak and said, "Because my child is a child without a father."

"Xie Xiaofeng, I want you to die." Her voice became cold.

(End of this chapter)