This woman was, of course, the prostitute who waved at Wang Qiang at the entrance of the alley.
She walked in front of Wang Qiang and said," Since you're in such a tight spot, why don't you stay in my humble abode for the night?"”
Wang Qiang stared blankly at this woman whose complexion had already faded. Her appearance was exquisite. Although she was not considered to be a devastatingly beautiful woman when she was young, she was definitely gorgeous.
The corners of his mouth twitched." Sis, I don't have money! I can't enjoy that service!"
" Hehehe..." The woman laughed, her shoulders trembling like a flower."Of course I can see that you don't have money. I just want to temporarily solve your predicament.”
"Ah!" When Wang Qiang heard that, he was dumbfounded.
This town was called Red Maple Town. When autumn came, red maples would occasionally float down from the sky. They were as gorgeous as the rosy clouds and as beautiful as a dream. They scattered on the streets of the town like a red carpet, making people forget to leave.
At this moment, Wang Qiang was also the same. He followed behind the woman in red and watched the red maple fluttering in the wind. He couldn't tell if the red maple was more beautiful or the red dress was more gorgeous.
What I'm talking about here is the back view, not the face. Men have to be clear.
He followed the woman in red to the alley where they first met. The alley was very deep, and they walked to the deepest part.
It was indeed my humble abode.
In a small courtyard, there were two broken tile-roofed houses. There were a few strong grass growing on the tile-roofed houses, fighting tenaciously against the west wind.
The woman in red pushed open the door to the left. There was a table, two stools, a bed, and a cabinet in the room.
It couldn't be any simpler.
However, it was exceptionally clean and beautifully decorated.
Red flowers were pasted on the tables, stools, and cabinets. The red flowers looked like the red maples dancing outside the window. They were extremely beautiful.
A delicate fragrance assaulted Wang Qiang's senses, making him feel intoxicated.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to eat!”
The woman in red walked to the room next door, which should be a kitchen.
Half an hour later, the sky was already dark. The dishes were served and placed on the table.
Two bowls of hot soup, two steamed buns, and a plate of cabbage.
"Eat it. This is all I can eat. This is the best!”The woman in red sighed and said. His expression was not very satisfied and even carried a hint of resentment.
Wang Qiang was so hungry that his belly was sticking to his spine. He did not care about the food. He picked up the bowl and the steamed bun and ate them in big mouthfuls. It was as if the autumn wind was sweeping away the fallen leaves. In the blink of an eye, the bowls and plates were clean.
The woman in red frowned." How long has it been since you ate?”
"Three days!" Wang Qiang raised three fingers.
He left the ruined temple and walked through many mountains before finally finding this village.
The red-robed woman opened her red lips slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end, she kept her mouth shut. She turned around and returned to the kitchen to bring the remaining food for Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang picked it up and ate it. Halfway through, he remembered that the woman in red had not eaten and asked,"You want to eat?" He pointed at the food.
The woman in red smiled." I'm not hungry. I'm on a diet. I'm not eating!"”
Then, she sat on the bed and leaned against the blanket. Her eyes were half-closed, and she seemed very sleepy.
Wang Qiang was full of wine and food. He looked at the slightly colored red-clothed woman and did not know what to say for a moment.
The lights in the house were as bright as beans, and the outside was as dark as ink.
"If you have something to say, just say it.”The woman in red opened her eyes and said when she saw Wang Qiang's boredom. Then, she closed her eyes again.
"How should I address you?" Wang Qiang asked.
"Just call me Sis Feng!" The red-robed woman said softly.
"Oh, my name is Wang Qiang. May I ask if you sell…?”Wang Qiang wanted to figure out Sis Feng's identity because she felt that she might not be that kind of person.
"Sell what?"
"Sell…your body?" Wang Qiang only managed to say the word " body " after a long time. He thought that Sis Feng would be very angry when she heard it. Unexpectedly, Sis Feng smiled." Why do you think so?"”
"Because…you…when we first met, you stretched out your finger to seduce…me.”Wang Qiang stuttered.
If it were you, the reader, you would be the same. You would also swallow and spit. Hahaha!
"Hehehe!" Sis Feng smiled and suddenly sat up from the blanket she was leaning against. She opened her eyes and said,""I'm a performer, but I also…sell my body!”
At the end, she said word by word.
"A prostitute!" Wang Qiang could not hide the shock in his heart. He blurted out, and then his face was filled with disappointment. The last thing he wanted to hear was that Sis Feng was a prostitute who sold herself.
"Hehehe!" Sis Feng looked like she loved to smile, but her smile revealed the bitterness in her heart. There was a hint of bitterness on her brows, so much so that she couldn't even relax. Her laughter, which should have been carefree, seemed very suppressed.
Sis Feng was a prostitute. She was indeed a prostitute.
She had once been a geisha in the most famous capital of the Southern Mountains. The place she was in was called Fengyue Brothel.
She had also taught good people to wear, makeup into every autumn Niang jealous. The young people of the Five Ling Dynasties competed to wrap their heads, and the number of red silk in a song was unknown. The silver comb on the head of the mother-of-pearl was smashed into pieces, and the blood-red dress was stained with wine. This year's laughter will be repeated next year, autumn moon and spring breeze will be relaxed.
Wang Qiang saw the bitterness in her smile and guessed that Sis Feng was also like the pipa player in that world.
Half a lifetime has passed, the face is pale, how can the sound of the zither explain the world's heat and coldness?
How many happy guests in the world, a cloud and rain in vain heartbroken.
This was probably Sis Feng's background, her helplessness and desolation.
"Sis Feng, can you play a pipa song for us?" Wang Qiang asked.”
"Pipa song?" Sis Feng's beautiful eyes widened.
"Oh, wrong. Can you play a pipa song for me?”Wang Qiang was still annoyed. Why did he say that?
"Sure. It just so happens that I haven't played the pipa for a long time for a guest during this dull and boring night!”Sis Feng's interest was piqued. Her pipa was placed at the corner of the bed. She slowly picked it up as if she was hugging something she loved.
She sat up straight and started to play the strings with her fingers.
"The willows are fresh and new, a new path is deep,
The spider lilies bloom and cross the mortal world.
Mo Yan asked frequently when they met,
Do you remember that evening last year?"
Her singing voice was light, and her voice was ethereal. Along with the sound of the pipa strings, she created a beautiful and moving song that moved people. The deep longing in her voice made everyone yearn for it.
Wang Qiang was momentarily stunned. The sound of the piano was beautiful and her voice was still there. Sis Feng was indeed a well-deserved geisha.
"Where are the shoes going, dreary and desolate?
Another journey on the road to the mortal world.
Last year I still saw red flowers,
Now I'm just sitting here listening to the wind!"
The sound of the strings was low and mournful, and her singing was filled with endless sadness.
This was what she was thinking now. Half a lifetime of beauty, wandering and wandering, no one knew where she had gone. On this mortal road, where the person she loved was, or where the person who loved her was, everything was unknown.
Now, he was just sitting quietly in the dark, listening to the wind outside the window.
It was desolate and sad, making one burst into tears.
This was the life of a prostitute. She had lived a glorious and licentious life, experienced endless desolation, experienced the cold and warmth of the world, and tasted the coldness of the world.
Wang Qiang sighed deeply.
The voice of the song of yesteryear is still here today,
I've lost half my life.
"Sis Feng, do you plan to keep selling?”
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