C101 Dead men so they can go out

That night, Jiang Yueming played the zither.

The piano was brought back from abroad by Qu Cunzi, and it was worth $400 thousand.

The Plum Blossom House was filled with piano notes, just like a group of elves wandering around in the beautiful midsummer night. Qu Cunzi remembered that clearly, the first time he saw her, she had played the zither.

Lake green evening dress, smooth and elegant neck, the posture of a crane. She came back from the dance floor and sat at the piano.

Who said it was beautiful? All women were embroidered pillows? She was truly a combination of both beauty and beauty.

Her piano skills were at the level of a musician. His acting skills were also first-rate. Even her literary style … Her best-selling autobiographical essays...

At that time, he couldn't believe that there was such a perfect woman in the world.

In other words, those who were more beautiful than her weren't as talented as she was. Those who were more talented than her were definitely not as beautiful as she was … The first part of her sentence was absolutely wrong. There was no other woman in the world who could be more beautiful than her.

She became the one and only thing in his mind. Beauty.

He remembered that she had been the absolute center, the absolute center of attention, the countless people lining up to dance with her, and for that reason the band had controlled every tune for no more than two minutes.

He, Qu Cunzi, had also queued for a long while before arriving.

As soon as he took her hand, his heart began to pound, and a voice shouted, Yes, that's it, that's this woman — she's the most ideal companion of my life, the dream girl I've been looking for since I was a teenager. I must have her.

After so many years, he finally tasted the taste of monopolizing the Courtesan Belle selection.

This was the scene he had longed for for so many years.

A hard-working man comes home with delicious food and a beautiful wife. Beautiful. He took a nap while she played the piano.

An immortal couple.

The woman he wanted the most could finally be faced day and night.

You never get tired of admiring it a thousand times.

However, at this moment, he only felt tired. Heavy work, wedding chores, absent-minded fears... He felt extremely pressured.

The sound of the zither stopped.

She stood up, pursed her lips into a smile, and extended her hand in a silent gesture.

In that instant, it was gorgeous.

He understood. She invited him to dance.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, matching her rhythm. The two of them danced together.

At one point, he danced with her until dawn...

At one point, with such arms around his waist, he felt like a god. No, no, no, no.

On this day, he was the same — as if he didn't feel like he was a deity, as if he had let down such a long period of time, such a long period of madness and anticipation …

This was a priceless treasure that he had tried his best to obtain.

Shouldn't he be careful?

When he danced, he actually took the wrong step and stepped on her.

However, he did not notice it himself.

In a trance.

It was unknown when his state of mind began to change.

Slowly, he fell asleep.

The sound of the zither was still drifting in the air, and had become a lullaby at the most opportune time.

In a trance, he suddenly heard someone singing:

The husband of another man is both good and good,

My husband was in a daze.

Stand up like a stump

Sit up like a burning rock

Sun Descends Four Mountains Silver

This is a hard place to live in

May the sky set fire to the tiled houses,

Let the tiger bite the man.

The turtledove called for a clear day,

The crows cry for death.

If you're dead, you're dead, my husband,

He's dead so he can go out

His face was extremely pale.

"Prestige... Presence... "Existence..."

He was terrified.

After waking up, he didn't know how many times she had called out to him.