The person playing the piano was Lu Buming. He fell on a small hill near the inn, and the long zither was placed flat on his knees, with a happy expression and stretched movements. Pull, pick, rub, hook, press, and the sound of the piano was clear and gentle. With the stimulation of internal force, the sound of the piano was spread to the ancient road far away.

Mei Niansheng has a profound knowledge of his family and is both civil and military. He is proficient in music, especially his guqin. He can naturally hear that Lu Buming's qin skills are considered to be a good place to enter the house and can also be heard. Lu Buming's qin sound is not as good as plums last night's sorrowful but not hurt. Instead, it is neutral and peaceful, gentle and elegant.

Mei Niansheng thought: Qin was making a sound. This boy had a lot of comfort in Qin, and he thought he was to express his apology for what happened last night. I heard that Yue Buqun, the current leader of Huashan, was called the gentleman sword; his junior brother Lu Buming was also known as the Jade Sword, but it was true. He realized that he was reckless in his actions last night. It seems that Lu Buming is both civil and military, with a peaceful temperament, and is considered a friend.

At this moment, I no longer paid attention to the surprise and noise of the servants of the Mu family. I kept my mind down and kept my spirits.

Mei Ruxue was the same. Her daughter was careful in her family and could hear a hint of concern hidden in Lu Buming's peaceful piano sound. Her face suddenly turned red and her heart was like a deer.

Two and a half-old children in the carriage were awakened. Mu Xiu rubbed his eyes and said unhappily: "Who is playing the piano outside? It's so noisy that I can't sleep."

"Yes. Yes. The piano is so ugly that it's so ugly. It's better than a lady." The little maid Xiaoyu yawned and agreed.

When Mei Ruxue heard the two children's ignorant words, she burst out laughing and her mood seemed to be much better.

The sound of the piano gradually faded and the convoy was gone. Lu Buming hugged the piano in his arms, jumped up and looked at him. After a long time, he greeted Linghu Chong, who was almost asleep, and rode away.

In Linghu Chong's eyes, all the performances of the junior master since Meiling were strange. Since playing the piano, the junior master has urged him to go all the way. Although it is the same as usual on the surface, he will stare at daze from time to time and play the piano in the middle of the night. This is different from the familiar "nothing will not linger, it will be as bright as the moon". Although there will be some unexpected performances or embarrassing words and deeds on the mountain, he will be alone for a while. But this abnormality lasted for five or six days, and there is no sign of recovery. Linghu Chong couldn't help but worry: Did the junior master be beaten by the hero Mei Niansheng?

On this day, the two of them came to Guangzhou City in a row. After finding the inn to stay, they had to clean up and comb. Linghu Chong came to Lu Buming's room next door, and suggested that the two of them go to the city together and have dinner. Sure enough, Lu Buming kept stroking the guqin and sent him out casually. Linghu Chong had no choice but to go out in disappointment.

Guangzhou City has been a major sea trade area since ancient times, and it is prosperous and lively, unlike the Central Plains. The "Yuelai Inn" where the two stayed at was originally in a corner of the west of the city. It was near dusk. Linghu rushed out of the Inn and walked a few steps to a street. I saw the streets, shops stood up, and pedestrians were flowing endlessly; various seafood and Western goods were dazzling; there were also those who performed on the street and juggled, which attracted many people to watch. A big cannibal with white robes and headscarves, a red-haired and blue-eyed foreigner, with long waists and long swords and feet on wooden clogs.

The short Japanese, the Kunlun slave with black skin and charcoal, and the Miao people with exaggerated and colorful clothes. Linghu Chong, who was in a depressed mood, was originally a young man, and he relaxed his heart in a short while. He walked here and looked there, and was so excited that his worries had long been thrown out of the sky. On Mount Hua, on the Central Plains, you can see these strange figures. When you think about returning to the mountain to tell your juniors and sisters about these experiences, the surprised and envious expressions of juniors and sisters were very happy and satisfied.

Thinking of his junior brothers and sisters, Linghu Chong felt that he should bring some gifts and specialties to everyone, especially for his master, his wife and his junior sister. Thinking of this, he plunged into the shops on both sides of the street.

But after a while, Linghu Chong stood in a corner of the street with a little discouraged look. It turned out that he was looking at this person who wanted to buy it, and when he saw the one who wanted to buy it, he asked the price and touched his wallet again, and it turned out that the first time Linghu Chong went down the mountain was a short distance. Although Yue Buqun gave him plenty of travel expenses, although he was a big deal who was consuming Lu Buming along the way, he could not hide the fact that he was short of money.

"There is also the money that Uncle Liu sent to Hengshan when he left. It was only 200 taels!"

Linghu Chong felt bright. Anyway, he was a big family who had been eating uncles all the way, and the gift was still on uncles. At this time, he started to think about how to pick up uncles and pay his own money.

While thinking about good things, he walked around, and accidentally bumped into a little girl. The little girl looked six or seven years old, wearing a batik, indigo blue background and white flowers, with her skin as jade, big eyes, and a silver-colored child decoration. She was such a little doll made of pink and jade. Linghu Chong, although he tried his best to avoid her, he still knocked her to the ground.

The little girl sat on the ground, paused for a moment, and started crying loudly.

Linghu Chong screamed badly. With the contemptuous eyes of the people around him, he scratched his head awkwardly. He hurried forward, squatted down and comforted him softly.

But the little girl turned a deaf ear, just covered her face with both hands, kicked the ground with her feet, and cried loudly on her own.

At this time, someone reminded me: "Young man, this little girl is a barbarian, I'm afraid I won't understand you."

Linghu Chong suddenly woke up. He remembered his ultimate trick after making the young junior sister cry on the mountain. He hurriedly bought some fragrant oil cakes and candy foods from the pavilion next to him, holding them in front of the little girl.

Sure enough, the little girl smelled the fragrance of pastry and stopped crying. She lowered her hands covering her face. Her eyes were slightly red, but there was half a tear there. She saw her two little hands snatching pastry from Linghu Chong like lightning and putting it in her mouth to chew. While eating, she was also saying something "jiri"!

Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel angry and funny. Seeing that she stopped crying, she stood up and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the little girl grabbed his sleeve and wanted to follow him.

Linghu Chong stopped helplessly and gestured, "Little girl, it's not right for me to hit you. But I've bought you pastries too. You can eat here slowly. After you have finished eating, come to your parents."

The little girl quickly stuffed most of the oil cake in her hand into her mouth. While chewing, she raised her head, her big eyes were confused and she looked at Linghu Chong innocently.

"I mean, go find your parents. Yes, it's your father and mother. Do you understand?"

"Crack, Crack."

"Then where did you come from? Where are your father, mother?"

"Crack, Crack."

"Okay. I'll wait with you."

"Crack, Crack."

Linghu Chong had to take the little girl to the corner of the street. He stood there, staring at the crowd coming and going in a daze. The little girl grabbed the hem of Linghu Chong with both hands, and stood against Linghu Chong with a calm expression.

This strange combination became the focus of curiosity and attention for passers-by. Linghu Chong, who was not very strong in his heart, instantly understood what the uncle said about "messiness in the wind" was like.

Fortunately, the sky gradually became darker and the crowds on the street gradually decreased. The lights were on, but the waiting people still did not arrive. Linghu Chong looked down at the little girl and sighed. "Little girl, why haven't your father, my mother come yet?"

Those innocent and clear big eyes heard the sound and continued to look at him calmly.

"Do you know...oh. Forget it. You don't understand what you said. Uncle Master is right. He has the biggest belly. Have a meal first and then go back to the inn before planning."

Linghu Chong gestured to the little girl to eat. "Let's go to have a meal first. OK?"

The little girl understood now, and her big eyes were bent into a pair of crescent moons and nodded repeatedly.

"When it comes to eating, you react quickly! Let's go."

As he said that, Linghu Chong took a step, and the little girl grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand and followed closely with her two short legs. She couldn't walk far. The two came to a small shop.

The store was not big, but six or seven tables were all filled with people. The waiter hurriedly came up and spoke in Cantonese, which made Linghu Chong frown and couldn't understand. The waiter was also a clever person, and immediately turned into a stiff official language. He understood with his fingers and strokes. It turned out that the business of this small shop was too good and there were no blank tables. If he didn't want to wait, the waiter suggested setting a table with other customers.

He looked down at the little girl who was staring at the fragrant food and drooling, touching her already hungry belly. Linghu Chong led her to a table in the hall.

Coincidentally, there was only one customer on this table, and it was a merchant from Zhongyuan. After a brief exchange, Linghu Chong thanked repeatedly and sat on the other end of the table with his little girl.

Linghu Chong didn't know what to order. At this time, the waiter pointed and saw a row of water in front of the counter, which read: white-cut chicken, roast goose, roast suckling pigeon, braised saffron pigeon, honey-sauce char siu, dried fried beef, old fire soup, steamed pork ribs with soy sauce, fish head tofu soup, puff paste bread, blanched lotus paste, Lunjiao cake, purse rice, wonton noodles, fried piles, dough noodles and other 17 or 8 meals. Although it was just an ordinary dish in Guangzhou, Linghu Chong's index finger was very thrilled.

The merchant named Fang on the other side was obviously a regular customer. He took the initiative to introduce: "Brother, I think he is the first time I came here. Although the store here is small, the dishes are not ordinary, but there are indeed a few signature dishes that are quite authentic."

The waiter also introduced with a smile: "Our small shop is an old shop for decades. Not to mention anything else, the food tastes of our shop are also famous in Guangzhou City. Why not let the younger one order a few signature dishes for you to try."

Linghu Chong wanted to agree, but at this time the little girl on the side became restless. She pointed to the dishes in front of the merchant Fang opposite and said "Jiriwara". Then she looked at Linghu Chong with hope. The merchant Fang laughed and said, "This little girl is very smart. Brother, why not serve the same dish as me. You will definitely be satisfied with it."

Linghu Chong was very satisfied with this meal. The dishes recommended by the merchant named Fang were indeed authentic. Linghu Chong was aged with a big appetite, and he also developed the habit of eating quickly with his junior brothers on Mount Hua. After the meal was served, he wanted to take care of the little girl, but the little girl was even more vigorous. He grabbed a roast goose with his right hand and a piece of char siu drizzled with juice in his left hand, and was eating happily. He buried his head and started eating.

The little girl was soaked in the wind that the clouds were eating. The merchant surnamed Fang was stunned. He forgot to eat at home and said with a smile: It was interesting. After a while, the little girl ate another purse. She swallowed her last bite of soup, burped happily, sat on the chair, touched her belly with both hands, and narrowed her eyes into a pair of crescent moons with a smile.

The food tasted good and the price was sufficient. Linghu Chong tied up his wallet that was much lighter, hurriedly said goodbye to the merchant surnamed Fang, and took the little girl back to the inn.

Lu Buming was alone in the inn. After fiddling with the guqin, he called the waiter to deliver the meal. After a simple meal, he wanted to read books and practice calligraphy, but he was not calm and became stunned again. He knew that he was moved.

Although I met a girl who moved him in college in my previous life. However, it was not easy to go to school by myself, and I had time, mood, and conditions to fall in love. After work, I focused on teaching work and had not had time to consider personal problems. When I traveled to this world, I had no mentality to adjust and I didn’t want to have too many bonds. I thought everything through four years ago, but I looked at personal problems very lightly.

However, it was the glance on Meiling that moved him.

"I went through ten years and thought of a woman. The one who was moved by her own marriage was actually a young woman. It was also a bastard. God, I'm playing with you!" At this time, he didn't know that Mei Ruxue was a widow, and he didn't even know the name of others. He only knew that it was Mei Niansheng's daughter, who married a man named Mu.

In Meiling, he played the song "Three Plum Blossoms" by a stranger.

Afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I felt. This was a "naked" sex with a married woman, or teasing my daughter in front of her father. Fortunately, Mei Niansheng didn't listen carefully, otherwise she would have to fight with her.

Along the way, Lu Buming felt more regretful. But the more he regretted, the more he thought of the shyness that the Mei family girl was so unbearable to the cold wind. Her heart was hot again. "It seems that her concentration is too poor and she needs to go to seclusion and recuperation."

Poor, the old virgin Lu Buming, who is in his forties, has a pure heart, reluctance and sensitive heart. He has been tortured by emotions to the point of doubting himself.

At this time, when he saw Linghu Chong being squeamish, he walked in with embarrassment, holding a very cute and angel little girl in his hand. Lu Buming, who was in a sensitive period, blurted out: "Linghu Chong, you are a Lolik!"
Chapter completed!