Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 183: Scholars have always been sentimental since ancient times
Before I knew it, two days had passed since I stayed in Qianjialou.
Song Ning felt that he had fallen in love with someone.
She was a girl in a restaurant. People called her Red Girl, but that shouldn't be her real name, Song Ning thought. Because the name Red Girl only has color, but lacks some human flavor. But what is her real name, Song Ning doesn't know.
In fact, when the two met for the first time, Song Ning asked the other party's name, but it seemed that he scared the other party, so he didn't get an answer. This made Song Ning regret it to this day. How could he be so abrupt and offend the beauty.
During this period, Song Ning would stand upstairs whenever he had nothing to do, staring at the busy figures in the hall in a daze.
He would always wonder unconsciously, how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world, yet she fell into the world of prostitution. Could it be true that as the saying goes since ancient times, beautiful women are destined to have a miserable life?
Watching the red girl making excuses among the drinkers, Song Ning often couldn't help but clench his hands, wishing he could jump downstairs immediately, overturn the table, and run away with her.
But when he thought about himself, he was just a fugitive, powerless, and didn't have much money, so how could he take good care of the other person? He was so depressed that he could only temporarily suppress the idea of taking the other person away.
In Song Ning's opinion, Hong Girl is really a very good woman.
She was not like the women in ordinary restaurants, flirting and being distant with customers. She never got too close to the customers, preferring to do rough work like serving tea and water, sweeping the floor and wiping the table, rather than flirting and having fun with customers. Even if someone gave her a lot of money just to have a drink with them, she never looked back.
Moreover, she was so hardworking. There were only six waiters in the three-story restaurant, and she did the work of nearly three people, but she never complained about the hardship or tiredness. Such a hardworking woman must have come from a poor family, and perhaps that was why she was sold to be a prostitute in this restaurant.
After just a simple thought , Song Ning had already come up with a sad story in his mind: a hard-working peasant girl who had to sell herself as a maid because her old father was ill.
Thinking of this, looking at the frail woman who was leaning on the table and rubbing her waist, Song Ning's eyes became moist again unconsciously.
What a good girl! Even though she has come to this point, she still always has a smile as warm as spring breeze when dealing with people.
Miss Hong is always smiling, but her smile is not a flattering one. Instead, it is a gentle smile like a girl next door.
This kind of smile reminded Song Ning of the girl who lived next door to him when he was a child. They played together every day. The girl always had pigtails, red clothes, and a string of red bells on her wrists. When she ran, it would make a tinkling sound, which was very pleasant to hear.
At that time, they caught cicadas together, drove ducks together, went to the city to watch operas together, and went to the mountains to watch the snow together.
But later the girl moved away and they never saw each other again.
But now, Song Ning saw the figure of that girl in this red girl.
As long as he looked at Miss Hong, even if she was just sweeping the floor, daydreaming, or greeting guests, Song Ning would unconsciously smile. And when Miss Hong looked at him, he would blush and turn his head away, hiding his gaze to the side.
But even if he was just watching from afar, he already felt satisfied.
But something that happened last night made him change his mind.
Last night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he decided to get up and go out for a walk. However, as soon as he opened the door and walked into the corridor, he found that in the lobby downstairs, Miss Hong had spread out her bed and was sleeping on a long table..
How could a woman sleep on cold tables and chairs like this, and even sleep in the hall without even a decent room?
What if I catch a cold? What if one of the guests staying overnight has bad intentions??
In the deep winter night, with cold wind blowing outside, Song Ning stood in the corner of the corridor, looking at the figure lying on the table, curled up in the quilt, with eyes full of heartache.
Why must such a good woman have to suffer such a situation?
He didn't understand, so he made a decision to take her away.
People in this world are like duckweed, floating up and down unpredictably. He is already deeply trapped in the world and cannot change his own destiny, but at least, he will try to change hers.
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In the noisy hall, Song Ning stood upstairs, staring at the figure downstairs in a daze.
Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him.
"That woman is really beautiful."
It turned out to be Peng Tao holding a knife, and he stood beside him at some point.
"Why, do you have any improper thoughts about her?" Song Ning's eyes sharpened and he looked at Peng Tao sideways, with the rapier in his hand slightly tilted.
"I am a married man. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she has nothing to do with me." Peng Tao answered calmly with a helpless look on his face, while lowering his voice and looking at Song Ning.
"But you've been watching the girl here for nearly three days. When are we going to look for that thing?"
After listening to Peng Tao's answer, Song Ning relaxed his gaze a little and shifted his sight downstairs.
"Don't worry, Jiang Hu Feng Yu and his men should be here soon. We just need to keep an eye on their spies and wait for the truth to come out. They are much better at finding things than we are."
"Yeah." Peng Tao nodded. He could not deny this.
But after a while, he looked at Song Ning's expression, sighed, frowned slightly and asked.
"what's on your mind?"
He saw that Song Ning was uneasy at the moment. Under normal circumstances, he would not ask more questions, but now, in order to ensure the appropriateness of subsequent actions, he had to ask one more question.
"After you find that thing, you can pick two more books, but I want 70% of the money inside."
Song Ning did not directly answer Peng Tao's question, but made a request on his own.
Peng Tao frowned even deeper. What was the book? It was naturally the martial arts secrets in the treasure of the thief saint.
Everyone knew that Li Si's secret book must be far more important than the money, but Song Ning didn't understand why he wanted the money.
So after a moment of silence, Peng Tao replied in a deep voice.
"Okay, but you have to tell me why ?"
Song Ning glanced at Peng Tao, then looked at the woman in red downstairs.
After a long while, he chuckled and spoke absentmindedly.
"Because I want to redeem her."
