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No one knew how uneasy Xiao Miao felt when she returned to the Huichun Courtyard belonging to the second lady in the Tang Mansion, and no one knew that after Tang Huixin wiped off the makeup on her face, she recalled the moment when Haitang suddenly leaned over and kissed her before she left. A feeling of rapid beating.

She put on her skirt under the caring and worried voice of her personal servant girl, and smiled leisurely.

She took off her earrings and bracelets in front of the mirror, opened the curtains and fell asleep peacefully.

She was in the daytime, she was in the night, they should have been completely different, two kinds of people who would have no contact at all.

Tang Huixin thought so too, until when she and her mother went to the temple to pray and saw Haitang kneeling sincerely in front of the solemn Buddha statue, she realized that, vaguely, it was no longer the same as before.

Haitang recognized her, Tang Huixin judged it from the glance she just passed by; Knowing each other, Haitang only caught a quick glance, but now she doesn't know anyone on the other side.

She wanted to see Haitang, and this desire almost overwhelmed her yearning for Buddha.

Tang Huixin quite understood what she wanted in her heart. Most girls from good families would avoid this kind of person and this kind of life, but that night made her think differently about this beautiful prostitute.

A woman of the same age who is more willing to find a good husband than those who think about poetry, a woman who is addicted to music and literature, even though she is in that dirty place, she looks extraordinarily radiant.

Nothing is impossible.

She looked at the leaves falling from the sycamore tree outside, and a piece of long black hair drifted past the lotus-shaped hairpin, and fell to the ground leisurely.

She suddenly felt relieved.

"Huixin, come and pray for blessings!"

Her mother is dignified and elegant, beautiful and intelligent, and a rare good wife, but she will never be her father's favorite.

This is always the case in the world, she lowered her head and suddenly thought, Buddha, do you know why people are born with gender, superiority and injustice?

She once asked her mother why girls could not take the imperial examinations. It was obvious that her knowledge was much higher than that of her eldest brother who was more willing to get close to beautiful girls. It was obvious that she had written poems that the master admired; while the mother smiled gently, He touched her head and said, "Huixin, you are just a girl!"

A good word "woman" overwhelmed all her efforts.

Tang Huixin didn't say anything more at that time, she just leaned on her mother's leg and listened to her caring words.

The sunlight that slanted in from the window was brilliant and golden, but she felt like falling into an abyss, icy cold.

Under the plane trees in the north and south corners of the temple, a beautiful woman in red sat beside a stone table, and on the stone table was an unfinished game.She evoked a smile, as if mocking her opponent recklessly; she lowered her head and raised the chess piece, occasionally showing a serious expression, as if she was facing this major event in life, and people couldn't help but hold her breath just like her He took a breath and focused on the chessboard.

No one can deny the charm of Haitang, just like no one can deny the beauty of Peony.

Someone walked over slowly, and the golden sycamore leaves slid gently from the person's shoulders, and fell asleep peacefully on the bluestone slab.

She combed a simple bun, and a hairpin fixed half of her hair on her head, while the rest was scattered on her shoulders. Around her waist, it looked like a nebula scattered, like a willow fluttering.

Haitang turned her head as if feeling it, watching her slowly walking.

If it hadn't been for that day, her voice and appearance would linger in her heart for a long time, and Haitang at this time would definitely suspect that she had identified the wrong person.

The young man in the navy blue robe chatted happily, talking about the Book of Songs, Li Sao, and all kinds of things, all with ease.

Haitang has rarely seen such a person, and when she was about to leave, she gently asked her name - "Bai Zhou."

Smiling, the lights outside the window shook in the middle of the night, and she was silent with that sound.

When the door was closed and she was the only one left in the room, she murmured with a half-smile: "Your name is not Bai Zhou...why are you Bai Zhou?"

Before anyone could be seated, Haitang got up and said with a smile, "Miss Tang."

She smiled charmingly, and in a trance, Tang Huixin sighed softly, stroked the corner of her mouth, and wiped away the restlessness.

Haitang said, "You're here, Bai Zhou."

"You know my name, why do you still call me like that?"

Her sleeve brushed against someone, and then she sat lightly on the stone bench, smiling and smiling, it was like a dream, causing her to tremble.

Haitang didn't answer, and asked: "Miss, do you want to accompany the slave family to visit the Zhuangyan Buddhist Temple?"

"For scenery? For people?"

There are indescribable emotions in the clear eyes.

Haitang smiled, leaned down, and breathed slightly next to her ear.

"For that poor Bai Zhou."

"Nothing."

Being involuntary is the fate of being a woman.

However, at this moment Tang Huixin nodded, flicked her sleeves, and took her hand; she smiled sweetly, although the rouge on her face was still flushed, she seemed to have a youthful appearance and looked more lively.

They walked for a while, walking slowly in this quiet place of the temple, the two of them were very close, yet far away.

Just like they are with each other, neither should be too close nor too far away.

Back to the original place, Tang Huixin suddenly asked about Haitang.

"What kind of Buddha have you ever heard of?"

"Never."

Haitang didn't hesitate to forget all the childhood things that suddenly appeared, that person was not called Haitang, but she was just Haitang.

Tang Hui looked at her quietly, closed her eyes, and seemed to think of something under the sycamore tree.

"My mother told me when I was young that the Buddha cut meat and fed it to eagles."

"It's so interesting. There are evil people running rampant in this world, but you still have to teach children to be kind."

She paused.

"Such great truths are probably as interesting as cooking for a scholar--the mothers of such prostitutes in my family can't talk about it..."

She bent her eyebrows and mouthed pandan, seductively and silently.

"Why did you bite off the root, or drink something..."

Tang Huixin saw Haitang suddenly climbed onto her shoulders, her breathing trembled, but she soon calmed down, her eyes were still so clear, she stared straight at Haitang, watching her gradually lose her words.

That kind of affection and righteousness, not people like them.

Haitang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and whispered in her ear: "Miss, don't be so, you can remember that 'players are ruthless, and they are ruthless', my family has entered this troubled water a long time ago, and I know it better than you! If that day , I made your fiancé unable to come down, so don’t blame me——Baizhou, Baizhou, what a good name.”

She never mentioned Tang Huixin's real name, and she didn't mention it herself, she just gently reached out and stroked the other person's face.

So gentle, and those eyes are just like catkins flying, just like lotus blooming, just like falling leaves, just like a snowy sky.

After a long time, Haitang seemed to wake up suddenly, and pushed her hand away.

The red clothes are like flowers, and when they turn around, it is difficult to see each other again.

Quietly, Tang Huixin stood where she was, looking at her disappearing back as she gradually moved away, and smiled wryly.

Haitang, Haitang, you and I hit it off right away, so what?

Haitang, Haitang, it is difficult for you and me as daughters, even more difficult than this world.

The author has something to say: Storyteller: Alas, although this Buddha said that all living beings will be overcome by suffering, all living beings will suffer as a result of suffering, so good... No talent, no talent, if you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to explain!

After finishing speaking, he slapped the crossbar, and as soon as the sound fell, the whole hall was full of roars. Some people pestered her to ask her about her affairs, and some asked if Miss Tang was from Quanzhou... The old businessman who traveled all over the world suddenly slapped his head, feeling disappointed .

Lao Wang: Oh, Haitang, Haitang?It turned out to be her!

Note: Baizhou is a poem in the Book of Songs, which is about a woman's lament...