Chapter 9 Chapter 009

She knelt down and kowtowed firmly: "Mingyue greets the little prince." Nothing happened inside. The sun was setting in the west, the moon was rising in the east, and the sound of the drums came. She had been kneeling for two hours.His hands were on the ground, his chest was in his mouth, he had already lost all sensation below his knees, and his posture was very awkward, like a submissive little animal. Before she was five years old, she followed the adults around in her father's juggling troupe.Dad is the leader of the class, and he is a master at playing the middle flag. The middle flag is made of bamboo poles, about three feet high, with a red umbrella on it.Dad was able to carry the three-foot-high, thick-mouthed middle flag with his elbows, his shoulders, and his chin to support it firmly.Someone who occupies the ground came to provoke, beat people and smashed guys, a red brick was about to hit the back of Dad's head, if he had to be forced to kneel, Dad would not kneel.Finally, a fellow worker came up to help out. Daddy wiped the tears from Mingyue's face and said to her, "Father can't kneel. If you kneel down, you won't be able to get up in the future."

Since she was a child, she entered this deep house and knelt down to this master. When she grew up to this age, every time she knelt down to him again, she would think of her father's words, and she would never get up again, as expected. The person inside the door coughed softly, but she didn't dare to get up, she still knelt and crossed the threshold, and rubbed into the room on all fours.In the dark room, there is no lamp, the moonlight casts on the floor through the window engraved with flowers, the strange fragrance becomes stronger and stronger, a small spark shakes up and down suddenly, and suddenly goes out.

She moved over to the side of the couch, saw the palm-sized square white jade box on the small table by the moonlight, skillfully opened it, picked out some black, soft and excellent smoke cream with a silver spoon, and took it from his hand For the bong, he still had the jasper ring finger left by the old prince on his thumb. She refilled the bong, lit it, and looked up at that moment and saw his face again. When I was young, some mothers-in-law laughed in private that she looks like her master. It's really strange that two people who have no relationship can look alike. They have the same long eyebrows and long eyes.Putting it on a girl's face is gentle and soft, and putting it on a man's face also turns him into a gentle person, although the inside is far from it.His hair was also cut short and neatly trimmed. He had a long face, a pointed chin, a straight nose, and thin lips. He smoked comfortably, and he looked lazy and slightly smiling.The face is still as good-looking and handsome as before, but the body is obviously thinner.

She repeated the previous words in a soft voice: "Mingyue greets the little prince." "Get up and sit down." She leaned on the edge of the couch and got up slowly. Blood suddenly sprang up on her leg, and she felt pain like a needle prick. She sat down on the round stool opposite him and watched him take a few puffs of cigarettes. "How many years has the girl been gone?" "Three years and six months." "Have you finished reading?" "It's over." "What did you learn?" "...the diploma is in the luggage, let me get it for you to see?"

"Can you still write Chinese characters?" "……Will do." He blew out the cigarette: "I thought you wouldn't, you didn't even have a letter, I don't know if you're dead or alive." "...Is the prince all right?" "I'm sorry to bother you, it's nothing serious..." He originally leaned on the pillow, put down the pipe, sat up and looked at her face under the moonlight, "It's a bit different."