For a Prosperous World

An unknown winter worm in Asakusa tweeted a few times, and then a quiet harp swept across Kusama. It was a shock to it. The winter worm opened its wings and jumped aside. It disappeared a few times between the bushes and finally disappeared into a shaking blade of grass.

A man in a gray robe sat in the pavilion in the palace wall, with the harp on his lap. Gently closing his eyes, his hands flicked over the strings, and as the strings plucked, the widow's piano sounded.

Today's piano sounds are very soothing, as if talking to something, as if a person whispered in this winter day.

Outside the kiosk.

A man in white armor lay on the grass in the courtyard, holding his hands behind his head, his eyes running down the wall and looking at the clouds in the air leisurely.

One hand reached between Asakusa and picked up a short grass.

Putting his hand to his mouth, the blade of grass was pinched in his mouth, and the tip of the grass trembled slightly with the cool wind.

The sound of the piano stopped, and a cloud of clouds could no longer be seen clearly. The man in white robe lying on the ground sat up with the blade of grass in his mouth.

"General, are you in a good mood today?" The man sitting in the kiosk closed his eyes, slightly turned his ears, and smiled on his face.

"How do you know?" Gu Nan's eyes looked at the pianist in the pavilion, and he said lightly the grass blade in his mouth.

"Because the general laughed twice while listening to the piano today." Kuang Xiu's hand pressed on the string, feeling the string tremble slightly.

"In the past, generals rarely laughed when they listened to the piano."

"Huh?" Gu Nan raised his mouth. "Do I rarely laugh?"

"When the general listens to the piano, he rarely laughs." Kuang Xiu said, listening to his ear for a while, and smiling in harmony: "Oh, the general laughed again."

"Sometimes I really wonder if you are really blind." Gu Nan glanced at him, looking back at the sky again.

The courtyard was quiet, and she seemed to remember something and said, "You told me at the time, you might tell me what you came to this palace, how about it, are you ready to tell me?"

Kuangxiu's eyes opened, and the pupils in the eyes were obscure, had no focal length, and could not see where they fell.

After a while, he said, "Still don't say it, Xiu, then Angelica will return."

"It's okay." Gu Nan nodded, Kuang Xiu was not an ordinary person. He had the inner cultivation, and she knew it very early.

"The palace is not a place for people like you to treat, angelica is good, but okay."

"Where is the general?" Kuangxiu lowered his head, holding the harp in his hand, and placed the harp on the desk case: "The general does not really look like someone in this palace. General, have you ever thought about returning?"

Gu Nan watched the sky light in the midst of the sky through the stratospheric clouds, stretched out her hand to cover her eyes, and the light fell through her fingers before her eyes. She squinted her eyes: "I don't know, maybe one day.

As the words fell, she looked at Kuang Xiu: "Qin teacher, playing a song, maybe it can't be heard for a long time."

"Okay," Kuangxiu laughed, and dropped his hands on the strings.

"when······"

The sound of the piano is slim.

The streets of the city were supposed to be crowded, but in remote places it was quiet and unusual.

It's like this street, it is rare to see a few passers-by passing by the window, and there are sparse figures on the road.

The singing voices from some worn gramophones in the corner of the tavern are quite old-fashioned. Although the gramophones are a bit old, the singing voices still make people feel calm.

There were only two people sitting in the tavern. One was an old woman standing at the bar. She was holding a cigarette in her hand and smoking it. The smell of a lady's cigarette was a little bit of tobacco mixed with some unscented fragrance.

Although the smoke was floating in the tavern, it was not bad.

The second person was a waiter sitting by the window. It was a very easy-to-impress young girl with clean short and short hair, and her appearance could not tell whether Junsu or feminine. Together.

At this time, she was sitting quietly at the table, holding a cup of warm tea in her hand, leaning her head against the window and looking at the street scene in the distance.

The red traffic light on the street outside the window turned green, and pedestrians crossing the street hurriedly across the street.

Few people are willing to stay long on this street.

The waiter looked at the street in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking. She usually does this when she doesn't work. At this point, the guests of this shop or the boss's wife are actually used to it.

It's just that when such a girl with that wood-like expression always feels inexplicable.

Neither of the pubs spoke, and it was probably a few minutes before the old lady standing at the bar turned her head to look at the waiter leaning against the window.

"Hey, do you have a home?" The old lady's voice was a little hoarse and a little bit sharp.

The waiter looked back but did not answer.

The old woman continued: "If there is, it is going to be a New Year. I will give you an annual leave, so you can go home and see."

The waiter seemed to reflect that the old woman was talking to her. She froze and shook her head: "I don't have a home."

The rare voice in the tavern went silent again, and the old lady smoked her cigarette, and played a few ashes on the bar from time to time.

The waiter held the tea cup in his hand and continued to watch the traffic lights on the street change from red to green, and then from green to red.

"Then, stay here during the New Year, and accompany my wife for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. You don't mind," said the old woman standing at the bar.

The waiter stunned, looked at the old woman, half-snapped, and smiled: "Thank you."

The old woman glanced at her mouth: "Thank you, it's better to work harder than to say thank you. Don't always give me that dead face and smile a lot when you entertain guests."

He looked at the waiter and said, "You still have some good looks when you laugh ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Maybe you can attract more customers."

"Ok."

"Dangyu." The bell on the door frame rang, and one man, one woman and two young men walked in, each carrying a backpack behind.

Both are about 20 years old, and they should look like students.

The boy was indeed a regular customer in the shop, and often brought a comic book to the shop to eat fried rice. I remember that he was a student at a nearby university and studied history. Today it is rare to bring a girl instead of his comic book.

"This shop is really quiet," said the girl, looking at the furnishings in the shop for the first time with a smile.

"Well." The boy's tone was a little rusty, and it seemed that he and the girl were not very familiar: "I often come here."

The two walked into the shop, and the old woman standing at the bar glanced at Gu Nan: "Don't rest, get up and entertain the guests."

"Well, okay." The waiter nodded and stood up.