Proza

" where's the music come from ? who's playing the string ?" I stopped my step.

" Miss, you don't know ?" My servant replied with astonishment.

" The lord has guests here. One of them is a handsome gentleman, who is talent and intelligent. It's he playing now. unfortunately, he's a poor fellow. " she said.

The music is excellent and full of feeling.  

" oh ? let's take a look. " I said.

We're standing in the corner at the lobby where the curtain falls. 

I lift a little.

A young , handsome face appear before me. 

Did I see him before on dream ?

Why his face seems so familiar to me ?

He seems feel the different in the atomsphere .

He glimps to the place we stand.

Our  signt meet .

My face turned into red with shy.

His music slightly paused  for a while.

I drew back my body and put down the curtain. 

Listening to the music until it finished.

I heard they will have dinner together. 

I made up my mind immediately.

I must marry him. must. 

He is destined to be my husband in the future.

I back to my bedroom and collect my clothes and jewry.

Waiting him on the way he need to pass. 

Waited and Waited.

I saw our servant send them off politely. 

He's on his way to home.

I followed his way.

" Miss ?"  He found my existence.

He knew clearly that the lord has a beautiful daughter who just became a widow. 

but he seems can't accept the fact.

I stared at him with brave and energenic.

" will you, will you marry me ?" His proposal finally comes.

" Yes, yes..." My eyes keeps dropping down. 

We left at the night and settled down in his hometown. 

I sold my jewry and opened a small alcohol shop .

Earning our living by that.My behaviour against the rule and principle.

Papa soon knew it and declare to cut our relationship in public. 

My whole family lose their fame and reputation. 

Without servant and luxurious life.

I bear everything for his sake.

The hard life ends until one day.

One of his article is appreciated by the emerpor.

He soon got prompt and position in the court. 
The rumours disappear consequently.

On the contrary,

Full of flatter and envy. 

My family's door open to him.

Papa accepts him as his son-in-law.  

He can bright my family fame now.

Once shaded by my fault.

My name is Zhuo Wen Jun.

That's my story in ancient China.