Chapter 27 Section VI

Yan Guxing saw a beautiful swan boat by the river, the boat was quiet, only a few sailors were chatting on the deck.Who said that the sun in Lecheng does not sink?The stars have shown their faces.He ate the steamed buns he brought, stood up and patted the crumbs on his body, put a leftover music box in his pocket, hung the folded small stall on his shoulder, and walked on the way back to the hotel. As he passed Main Street, a carriage rumbled past him, heading towards the river. The black cloth cover on the carriage was densely covered, and he smelled the smell of horses and women's perfume.

That night, he lay on the moth-eaten bedboard of the "Maple Leaf Hotel", but couldn't sleep.At the moment when he was bitten by a mosquito on the downhill road, he seemed to hear a singing sound, which was so familiar, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.It couldn't be her, it should be the singing in his own memory, right?Every time he arrives at a beautiful new place, he will think of her, such a beautiful scenery, how good would it be if she was there?He doesn't know how far is the distance between him and her now, is it the end of the world?So close but never see each other?Tonight, she lingered in his thoughts more clearly than before.

Seeing the hazy morning light outside the hazy window, he was paralyzed from exhaustion and finally fell asleep.In the dream, I saw the black carriage I met on the main street again.He felt a horse in front of him stamp on his chest, and he moaned and sucked. When the carriage passed by in the city, Lan Yue'er didn't pull up the curtains to look out, she was still reminiscing about the blood on that clown's body, the blood carried the sweet fragrance of the past. Originally, she could always be intoxicated by that sweet fragrance.However, the next day, when she received a large bouquet of red roses backstage, she smelled not roses but choking civets.She thought of the poor swing girl in the circus, who must be dead.The human trafficker named Yan Beixiang built a brothel in Lecheng, where the drugged prostitutes were locked up with wild animals and allowed to be selected.

Yan Beixiang sent flowers for three days in a row, and she crushed them all. This heinous villain cast a magic spell in the flowers, thinking that he could confuse her. She saw Yan Beixiang on the singing stage, he was wearing a black bowler hat, sitting in the back row, his lewd eyes looked her whole body up and down.He did not recognize her. On the third night, when she left the karaoke hall, Yan Beixiang was waiting for her outside. He leaned forward and said in an oily voice, "Miss Lan, please let me tell you that your singing voice is a miracle in this world, only comparable to the birds of heaven."

The voice was also bewitching her. She pretended to be under his spell, looked at him emotionally, and said, "Sir, you are the best at talking." "Those roses are not a tribute." Yan Bei said charmingly. "Oh, so you sent it, those flowers are so beautiful." She looked ecstatic. "No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are too vulgar compared to the beauty of the girl." He said complimentingly. Her face was flushed, and she looked at Yan Beixiang with a smile, as if her bones were softening. "Under Yan Beixiang, I live in the last house on Maple Leaf Street."

"I'll visit some other day." She couldn't help but be fascinated by him. Then, her limp body climbed into the waiting carriage, and she turned her head and gave him a wink. When she got into the hood, the eldest mother asked her: "Who is that evil man outside?" "A damned person." She replied, with a look of boredom on her face, shook off a blue silk satin handkerchief, and waved it in front of her nose to drive away the scent of slug cats on Yan Beixiang's body. Hate said: "Let him live one more day." Yan Beixiang watched the carriage drive away, he pulled the brim of his hat, turned around and paced back to his brothel on Maple Leaf Street.He had never tried to seduce a woman for as long as three days, and even gave her flowers in a big way.But she was worth it, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life, she was made by the devil.

"This little devil, let her live one more day." He nursed.