Princess, I am really a good person

Chapter 119 Some of the Past

Lingwei Palace.

The leisurely sound of the piano echoed in the empty hall. Luo Yuxian's green onion-like fingers caressed the strings. She lowered her eyes and was completely immersed in the long flowing music.

Directly under the main hall stood a lady in formal attire, wearing glasses, in her forties or fifties. Her modern-style clothes did not match the grand classical hall.

She just stood here about ten minutes ago, holding a portable briefcase, her head lowered, not daring to move, but listening to Luo Yuxian's piano, she unconsciously forgot about the time and was immersed in it. In the beautiful melody.

The last note trembled and echoed in the hall, slowly dissipating, and she had not recovered from the melody until the maid next to Luo Yuxian reminded her:
  "Chairman Zhang, you can start."

Zhang Xin, the chairman of Hexing Media, came to his senses and saw that Luo Yuxian had covered the guqin and was watching her quietly. He quickly bowed and said:
  "Yes, yes, Lady Saint."

She raised her glasses, took out a stack of documents from her briefcase, and brought them up with the maid.

"This is the part about you, Lady Saint, in this year's company's annual report. As in previous years, the four performances our company is responsible for this year have a total revenue of 26.82 million yuan, of which 30% is from the company. The company has recovered the cost, and the rest has been donated to the Chunya Children’s Welfare Fund according to the wishes of the Holy Lady.”

She reported meticulously, while Luo Yuxian above looked through the annual reports handed to her one by one and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Chairman Zhang."

"No, it's really an honor for you, Saint, to choose our company to serve you." Zhang Xin said humbly, and then took out another document: "And, we will also arrange the activities for next year."

"I'm sorry, I will stop performing activities indefinitely next year. Lingwei Palace will pay the penalty for breach of contract. I ask you to make this news public later." Luo Yuxian said calmly.

Zhang Xin's face stiffened and her hand movements stopped. She stuttered and said, "Why?"

This was too sudden for her. Saint Luo Yuxian is now their money-maker. Although they dare not collect much profit from her, the revenue she indirectly brings to the company is not even a little bit. , which entertainment company dares to say that its artists are saints? It's just them.

But now the Saint is suddenly terminating the cooperation, which is tantamount to a blow.

"I will concentrate on presiding over the work of Lingwei Palace from now on. I need to put aside other trivial matters for the time being. I'm sorry for being so sudden, but please forgive me." Luo Yuxian had no expression on his face, lowered his head, and wiped the guqin.

"Yes, yes," Zhang Xin lowered his head in frustration. She knew that this was just a notice. They were not qualified to discuss with the people above them. She was about to say something just now, but Luo Yuxian had already issued an eviction order.

"Yusang, please send the chairman down the mountain."

Zhang Xin had no choice but to leave the hall under the escort of the maid.

"Lord Saint, are you still going to attend this year's Ningxiao Party?" the maid Han Ningshi stepped forward and asked.

Luo Yuxian lowered his eyes and stroked the strings with his long and slender fingers. After a long time, he said:

“This year, let’s go there for the last time.”

A large, dilapidated iron door, with a few faded characters hanging on the pillars next to it: "Youyun Nursing Home"

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the door of the villa, which had cracks on the wall, was ajar. It was filled with old furniture and sundries, and everything was dusty and covered with spider webs.

The utility room where Luo Yuxian once slept has collapsed, leaving only a few pieces of rubble.

Zhou Mingyi jumped up to the second floor from outside and looked at the room where he had lived for more than three months. Only the bed board was left on his bed, which was already filled with sundries. For more than a hundred nights, a girl hugged him tightly and slept on it. The girl slept soundly, but he endured the soul-stirring fragrance every night.

Nine years later, this foster home with good memories of him has not been demolished, but it is already abandoned. Before Zhou Mingyi came, he asked around and found out that the foster home was closed down the year he left. I heard that it was here. The dean later had some mental problems and went back to his hometown to recuperate.

After briefly recalling the not-so-distant memories, Zhou Mingyi turned and walked towards the forest.

Following his memory, he came to the back of a protruding rock. He pulled away the nearby weeds and saw the mark he had made.

After digging from below to a depth of more than one meter, he saw a long strip of cloth.

After throwing away the soil on top and shaking off the cloth, the tachi left by Inosuke, the moon bamboo, was exposed.

Pulling out the scabbard, even though it had been buried underground for nine years, the blade still shone with a penetrating cold light, clearly illuminating Zhou Mingyi's face, announcing its identity as a divine weapon.

The hangtag is still among them, but it is not as new as the moon bamboo. The wax on it has fallen off, and one corner below is corroded.

Fortunately, the crest of the Makuhara family can still be recognized above.

Zhou Mingyi put the moon bamboo into the guitar case he had prepared in advance and put the tag away. He originally wanted to throw this thing away because he was willing to cause trouble if it was discovered, but he thought it might be useful in the future. Still put it away.

Just as he was carrying the guitar case, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Shana calling.

"What's wrong?" He answered the phone.

"Master, haven't you come back yet?" came Zana's soft and waxy voice.

"Don't worry, I can go back tonight, don't worry." Zhou Mingyi comforted him.

"Yes, Master, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook it for you," Zana asked again.

"Anything is fine, just don't make sweets." Zhou Mingyi said.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his address book. This was already the eighth call that Shana had made to him since he came out. She usually called him every half an hour.

It took about a week for Supervisor Tiansi to end Zhou Mingyi's grounding and control, and surprisingly, they also removed the spell and wrist locator on him.

"It seems that the shocking news had a great impact on them. Now they must have thought that I am someone not to be trifled with." Zhou Mingyi thought to himself.

That Zhou Mingyi stayed at home every day to accompany Shana. The little elf was really frightened by his sudden disappearance this time. After that, Zhou Mingyi seemed to be very flustered when he disappeared for a while, which made Zhou Mingyi have to accompany her all the time. By her side, she got better after a week, but now she is still very uneasy and has to confirm whether he is still there when she can't see him.

And, although neither of them said a word, the relationship between them was different from before, and the atmosphere when they were together was obviously different from the past.

Carrying the guitar case on my back, I left the abandoned foster care home and wandered around the town again. Maybe it was because of the remote location, but not much had changed here. Even the restaurant where I once washed the dishes was still open, but the fat man The fat but kind-hearted boss disappeared and was replaced by his son.

The elementary school in the town renovated the teaching building, and the playground where he once fought with Inosuke was also renovated. As expected, the school will be completely renovated as soon as people leave.

(End of this chapter)