Chapter 501: Song and Past and Present Lives
The more you want something, the more you want to get it.
Ning Yu, a famous prostitute in the capital, is the treasure that many men desire but cannot obtain.
The less visible she was, the more men flocked to her, some even paying a large sum of money just to see her.
However, there are no eggs.
So, when Ning Yu appeared, the wolves howled wildly.
At this moment, the men's target walked up to Jiang Qingzhi, bowed, and said resentfully: "Unfaithful man, are you finally willing to come and see Ning Yu?"
In an instant, all that passion seemed to freeze.
Jiang Qingzhi laughed, "Miss Ning Yu, what are you talking about? How can I be unfaithful to you?"
Someone cursed, "Jiang Qingzhi, you beat Ning Yu in the first place, but you are pretending to be so. If not... I will kill you today!"
Pairs of eyes burning with jealousy stared at Jiang Qingzhi. If they were not afraid of Sun Chonglou who was eating and drinking to his heart's content behind Jiang Qingzhi, these men would have dared to rush up and kill the man who had taken their treasure.
Sun Chonglou raised his head and glanced around.
The young master seems to have angered everyone.
Ning Yu smiled, a dimple appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she bowed again, "I have composed a few new songs, and have been waiting for a soulmate. No matter what, Master Bo will not leave until he finishes listening to them. It's okay if you don't want to leave!"
"Oh!"
The wolves had never seen Ning Yu act like a child, and they immediately started howling wildly.
Jiang Qingzhi wanted to refuse, but Zhang Juzheng said enviously: "My Lord, you are so lucky."
“Qingzhi, when flowers are ready to be picked, pick them now, don’t wait until your hair turns white!” The old playboy grabbed Jiang Qingzhi and pushed him over.
Ning Yu held his hand, raised the other hand, covered half of her face with her sleeve, and pulled him up shyly.
This is a case of force!
Jiang Qingzhi wanted to refuse, but when he saw the jealous looks on those men's faces, he felt something in his heart.
Zhu Xizhong previously said that behind Fan Zhongda were noble relatives, and that behind Fan Zhongda's impeachment of Zhang Juzheng were the political considerations of the noble relatives.
The greatest asset of the nobles is their network of relationships. They use marriage and other means to weave a huge network for themselves and their families. In this network, everyone will share some resources and share honor and disgrace.
The largest group in this network is intertwined with Confucianism.
In other words, the largest component of this huge network of relationships is inseparable from Confucianism.
Therefore, they impeached Zhang Juzheng to show goodwill to Confucianism and to that part of their own network.
Many of those present today are nobles and relatives.
The man who had been shouting for punishment earlier was a second-generation rich kid.
At this moment he was grinning at Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi stretched out his hands and held Ning Yu's waist, and that hideous smile suddenly turned into shock and a feeling of humiliation called... my goddess has been desecrated.
So happy!
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Damn you Jiang!" the second-generation rich man cursed angrily, and someone beside him whispered, "How about giving it a try?"
The second generation rich man slowly turned his head.
Ning Yu's boudoir was filled with fragrance. Yuanyang stood beside her. The guqin was already placed, and the best incense was lit, with smoke curling around...
"Uncle, please sit down." Yuanyang brought a stool.
Jiang Qingzhi sat down and looked around the boudoir. It was very clean and tidy.
"Wait a moment, sir."
Ning Yu went to the back with a smile on her face, and Yuanyang brought her tea.
Jiang Qingzhi was holding a cup of tea. When he heard stomping outside the door, he knew that Mo Zhan had arrived.
As for that kid Shitou, although he looks greedy, he must be patrolling at this moment, looking for possible threats.
Is it necessary to be so nervous about singing a song in a brothel?
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly thought of the great figures in later generations. Looking at them on the screen, looking quite dignified and proud, he thought that they must be helpless about such a lifestyle!
"Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, sir."
Ning Yu came out, wearing a slightly thin white dress, which was slightly open at the chest, but not revealing. Instead, it was an inexplicable way of dressing that could best highlight her ethereal temperament.
"mandarin duck."
"Miss!"
"Play the piano."
"Yes."
Yuanyang sat behind the guqin, his face stern, yet he actually had the air of a great man.
As soon as the hand moves, the sound of the piano begins.
Ning Yu raised her arms slightly, as if she was holding a flower. She glanced at Jiang Qingzhi, and the sound of the piano suddenly accelerated. Ning Yu opened her hands, her sleeves fluttering...
The sound of the piano suddenly changed, becoming as smooth and stable as beads rolling on a jade plate.
Ning Yu said, "The fragrance of the red lotus has faded, and the jade mat is cold in autumn. I take off my silk dress and go on the orchid boat alone. Who sent the brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building."
The voice is melodious, tender yet rich, blending into a unique style.
In his previous life, Jiang Qing had also listened to those singers’ performances live and up close, but he had never heard such moving voices.
He squinted his eyes and seemed to see a woman standing on the bridge, looking into the distance, as if she was expecting someone...
"The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart."
The sound of the piano slowed down, but the singing voice quietly raised a tune, and suddenly a feeling of separation and longing for love was added, which made Jiang Qingzhi nod slightly.
He thought of the female classmate in his previous life who stuffed chocolate into his mouth.
Now that he thinks about it, that female classmate is not a beauty, but the natural feeling without any desire for fame and wealth makes him miss her. If time could go back, would I be willing to pursue her and spend my life with her?
Jiang Qingzhi didn't know, but whenever he felt disgusted with this world, he would always think of that scene.
That is not love, Jiang Qingzhi was very clear.
But what is love?
An old snake skin in later generations said: Love is actually the desire for the other person's body.
Yuanyang glanced at Jiang Qingzhi and saw that he was squinting his eyes and concentrating on watching Ning Yu's dance, and she couldn't help but feel happy.
The music changed.
The singing also changed.
"After the dream, the tower is locked, after the wine, the curtains are lowered. Last year's spring sorrow came late, the flowers fell and the man was alone, the light rain swallows flew in pairs."
The tempo of the dance slowed down.
The singing voice was clearer, as if a woman who had just woken up from a hangover was staring at the drizzle outside the window. Swallows flew low in front of her eyes...
"I remember the first time I saw Xiao Ping, she was wearing a double heart-shaped silk dress. The pipa strings expressed my longing for her. The bright moon was there at the time, shining on the colorful clouds as they returned."
The moon was bright at that time, and it shone on the colorful clouds as they returned... Jiang Qingzhi thought of a girl he met in South America.
The girl was selling fruit, and Jiang Qingzhi had nothing to do for a while, so he went out for a stroll every day. He liked to squat beside the fruit stall and watch people coming and going.
It's like watching the joys and sorrows of the world from a perspective independent of this world, alone.
He was wearing a pair of large shorts, flip-flops he brought from China, and a T-shirt that was a cheap buy from a certain store... except for the fact that he was missing a martini, he looked pretty much like Zhou Xingxing, the pork seller.
The girl would always give him some fruits when closing the stall. He refused at first, but the girl didn’t try to persuade him and just put the fruits next to him.
As they got to know each other, a sense of ambiguity grew between them.
Just when Jiang Qingzhi's uncle called his brother overseas and asked him to be prepared to have a foreign daughter-in-law... a turmoil began.
Every day Jiang Qingzhi could see news reports of riots in various places. Those politicians would pat their chests and talk about breaking rocks passionately in front of the camera, spouting lies that they believed to be true.
The riots soon spread to their city. His uncle ran a small supermarket, which was the riskiest business, so he closed the door and prepared to leave everything to fate.
During the days of the riots, thugs came every day to smash and destroy things.
The rolling door was broken, but behind it was a pile of debris.
Behind the sundries were an uncle and nephew holding fire axes.
All their assets are in the small supermarket, and the uncle and nephew vowed to defend their property with their lives.
When the debris was pushed down, the two of them decisively chose to squat down...
"As long as the green mountains remain..." Before my uncle could finish this sentence, he was knocked unconscious by a stick hit by the thug.
The zero-yuan purchase ended quickly, my uncle was heartbroken, and Jiang Qingzhi was stunned.
My uncle is going back, and Jiang Qingzhi is also going to go back to China to work. According to his parents' wishes, he will work 996 hours a day, work hard to make enough money for the down payment of a house as soon as possible...
He was going to say goodbye to the girl.
But the stall is gone.
He was a man who valued friendship, so he found the girl's home according to the address she gave him.
He saw a photo.
"Where are the people?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
The girl's mother shook her head woodenly, "Gone, all gone."
"Where did you go?" Jiang Qingzhi suddenly shouted frantically.
At that moment, he realized that the girl meant unexpectedly much to him.
The girl's mother looked up, her red and swollen eyes full of numbness.
"Gone!"
Jiang Qingzhi rushed out, knocked on the neighbor's door, and asked where the girl was going.
——The girl’s family was poor, and on the second day after the riot, she risked her life to go out and set up a stall, and she never came back.
“She was seen being beaten with sticks by military police and then dragged away.”
Jiang Qingzhi went to the police station to inquire like a madman, but the police kicked him out.
Jiang Qingzhi was unwilling to give in, so he used his last bit of money to bribe a military policeman.
——disappeared.
The military police kindly told him, "More than 30 people are missing this time. Most of the men are dead and thrown into a gutter. They will be found after they rot. Most of the women are somewhere in Eastern Europe... becoming playthings for men."
Jiang Qingzhi was walking on the street. He saw a man holding an AK and shouting anti-government slogans on a TV.
He returned to the small supermarket in a daze, and his uncle was waiting for him.
"The airport said that normal order will be restored tomorrow. We need to transfer three times..." Uncle muttered, "This will save a lot of money."
Jiang Qingzhi looked up and said, "I don't want to leave."
Uncle was stunned. "Why are you staying here?"
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Look for justice."
For her!
Find justice!
Jiang Qingzhi opened his eyes and found his face cold.
He wiped it with his hand and stood up.
“It’s a good song.”
The door opened and Jiang Qingzhi walked out.
Mo Zhan glanced into the room and swept his cold eyes over the two stunned women.
"He just left like that?" Yuanyang said in disbelief.
(End of this chapter)
