Chapter 33 Dreams in vain -
Wu Qingju was exceptionally quiet. Mo Tingfeng was distracted looking at the folded moon-white gauze clothes on the table. He couldn't help but recall that Song Weichen had just played "Guangling San" He looks so much like her.
Thinking about it, it seems that the second time I saw Sang Pu, he was also wearing a moon-white gauze dress...
It was at the Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation Banquet in the Marquis Zhao’s mansion that day. There were many dignitaries and beauties in the house, but he only saw her at a glance. She was still wearing a moon-white gauze dress, but the skirt was embroidered with jade osmanthus all over the wall. There is a bit more color on the face. After all, it is the Marquis's Mansion, so it should have a somewhat festive look.
She has always been surrounded by various fans, and Mo Tingfeng himself has been visited by people. The two of them did not have a chance to talk, but although he was chatting and laughing at the table, he was distracted. It was always there for her.
Halfway through the banquet, Sang Pu played the guqin and sang "Qiu Hong" to suit the occasion. The fingering and the tune were outstanding and ancient, like the song of swallows singing in the evening wind. This made Mrs. Lao Hou very happy, and she held hands and talked for a long time.
Mo Tingfeng sat in the banquet and glanced at her from time to time, remembering that the "Tianzhi Minggui Festival" that was about to be held was short of a suitable music director. Isn't she the best candidate? And she I just have a "debt" I owe myself to repay. Mo Tingfeng smiled, satisfied that he had thought of an excuse to have more contact with her.
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"Master Mo, I heard that you will soon take over as Juzi. You are young and accomplished. Congratulations in advance!" An old man with white beard and hair came to Mo Tingfeng. After sitting down, Mo Tingfeng took a closer look at the young master Xu Zheng, and quickly returned the gift, "Young Master Xu, I'm sorry, I should be Wansheng who came over to pay homage to you..." The two started chatting.
When Xu Shaofu left, when Mo Tingfeng looked at that location again, she had disappeared. The banquet was not yet over, so he would not leave early. He got up to look for her, and saw her sitting alone by the water in a secluded corner of the garden of the Marquis' Mansion, admiring the moon.
"We meet again." He walked over and sat down next to her.
She glanced at him and said, "Based on the number of times you looked at me tonight, we have already met a lot."
Mo Tingfeng laughed, "What the girl said, Doesn’t it reveal that you have been looking at me?”
“For people like us, we have the ability to observe everything around us and act accordingly. How can I be the only one who sees it?”
“People like you?”
"People like us."
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"Then how can I make people like this girl only look at me?"
She smiled, " Such words of madness should not come from the mouth of a future great master of the Mo family." He stood up from the stone and said, "Master Mo, don't lose your identity." After that, he started to leave.
"Wait a minute", Mo Tingfeng also stood up.
"It is said that music is the cryptic language of Brahma. It reaches up to the world and down to the earth. It can be connected with yin and yang, and can communicate with ghosts and gods. We will hold a grand festival for heaven and ghosts in the near future, but we lack a suitable music director. Can the girl help? Can you help me?"
She looked at him seriously, "Is this a way you came up with to make me 'only look at you'?
"Yes", he said honestly. The answer was, "If you refuse, I will threaten you with the debt you owe me. "
She smiled.
When she laughed, even the moon laughed. "Let's go back. It's not suitable for a girl like this to stay away from the table for too long. ”
The two walked side by side, a match made in heaven. In the eyes of others, they looked like a painting.
"You clearly know who I am, why do you keep calling me girl?" She was puzzled.
"Sang Pu means tryst between men and women. I think it was the name given to you by your mother in the courtyard. I am waiting for a girl's real name so that we can have a close relationship."
She Stopped, "This is my real name."
"People like us don't deserve to have the past and the future. Life is like a dream, so whatever I am called now is my real name, and whatever I say now is my sincerity."
"Sang Pu", he called her name seriously.
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But the Sang Pu in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the image of another person.
"My name is Song Weichen. It means as small as dust, which fits the way ordinary people like us look in your eyes. We are born like dust and our lives are like grass."
Song Weichen... Mo Tingfeng gradually came back to his senses.
This is not the Marquis's Mansion, and he is not a powerful son of the Mohist family. What on earth is he thinking? Sir Si Chen, why are you so distracted?
The little liar must have gone back angry and aggrieved. He didn’t know what was going on now. He decided to go see her and apologize to her. It was indeed his fault tonight.
But she is not in the His Majesty's Mansion at all.
He thought she was huddled in a corner of Si Chen's house and sulking, but what he found was the white robe thrown under the shade of a tree. Could it be that she went back to find that man again? After quietly going to Wangyue Tower, he still guessed wrong.
The wind picked up.
Not being able to find her, Mo Tingfeng became more and more nervous and blamed himself, and for the first time he looked panicked.
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(End of this chapter)