Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The young master who was clinging to his wife seemed to be having a dream.

The dream was very long, as if a long, long time had passed and many, many things had happened.

The dream seems to be very short, and the scene changes rapidly in the blink of an eye.

One moment it is here, the next moment there.

It's like being troubled by a nightmare, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, day and night.

In a daze, I don't know why.

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【Dream】

This seems to be a tavern.

Inside and outside, all the people coming and going are drinking women.

He has a rough manner, rough language, rough skin, and is tall and strong.

Gather here to talk and be cynical.

Occasionally, when I see a few handsome men walking by, they will all smile obscenely and disgustingly.

Those dirty eyes lingered on those poor and weak men, and from time to time they would make some teasing remarks.

It is immoral and has no rules at all.

The man who was teased was so scared that he walked away quickly.

He passed by the door of the tavern quickly, like he was running, not daring to stop at all.

I was afraid that I would be dragged in by the women in the tavern, groping around, and fall into a situation that would never be recovered.

This scene was familiar yet unfamiliar. When it appeared in front of him, the young master looked at it, a little confused.

Subconsciously, I looked left and right.

Wanting to find that figure that made him feel at ease.

red...red...

There is not a trace of red on the bustling streets.

It was crowded and the hawkers were noisy.

The women in the tavern were laughing and laughing, and cheers came from time to time, mixed with obscene sounds.

There were people everywhere, but there was no one he wanted to see.

The pretty and clean young master stood in the corner, looking blankly, as if he was a little panicked.

Her hands were empty and she had no clothes on her body.

Without her scent, it made him feel helpless and scared.

Like a young cub abandoned in a dangerous forest, without shelter, it was trembling uncontrollably.

Whimpering softly, trying to find that safe harbor.

His home...his sister-in-law...

His face was a little white, but his eyes were wet and red.

The wet ground was covered with a layer of helpless mist.

The feeling of satisfaction in my chest disappeared in an instant, becoming empty and nothing, with nothing to hold on to.

It was empty, and panic and panic were spreading rapidly like vines growing wantonly.

He ran towards the street in a panic, avoiding the crowd with his thin body and running non-stop.

Heading in the direction of the General's Mansion, heading towards the road he was familiar with.

Eagerly, he wanted to go back to his familiar home and her warm embrace.

I want to hold you, I want to feel safe.

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But he couldn't run away.

The surrounding scene changed, and the streets around him changed.

From a bustling street full of people, it turned into a remote and deserted bluestone alley.

Quietly, without a sound.

The temperature that the sun is so hot in summer seems to have dropped a bit here.

It's shady and cool and chilly.

The young master suddenly fell onto the bluestone road, his eyes were red, and his thin and delicate white clothes fell to the ground, inevitably stained with a bit of dust.

Light and weightless, as if weightless.

Falling there, his thin and limp body looked like an injured white rabbit.

Soft, weak and can be bullied.

His eyes were wet and his vision became a little hazy.

Looking at everything in front of him vaguely, he just wanted to get up.

He stood there, as if stunned.