hibiscus laugh

hibiscus laugh

Author: Galaxy store manager

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Stay together, sorrow and die.

Two hearts love each other but are on one side, sad and sad until they die in a foreign land.

"Ye Ke, what do you like about me?"

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"Yanzhi, do you love me?"

"No, how could I love you."

"Then don't fall in love with me."

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How much courage is needed to go from dealing with indifference to infatuation, and how many steps you have to take before you can see me. I don't need you to make many sacrifices for me. I only hope that you can love me, love me like you love him, I Don't know the truth, because I'm just a supporting role in your heart.

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He was just a fleeting glance that everyone was looking at, and it turned out to be an unforgettable look back in his life. Who is favored by whom, who really cares about whom, when the real him appears, how can he deal with himself as a substitute.

All kinds of helplessness in the world have turned into mountains and rivers. If I don't stay here, I will have my own lingering sound.

May I ask who will send this ray of love to the sweetheart, I only hope that the bright moon and the breeze will be affectionate, and send my deep greetings

If the person who stays hand in hand is not the one you love, so what does it matter if you die alone.

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"Ye Ke, don't treat me like an actor you raise. I am a human being and I need respect. You are insulting me by buying things for me like this. I have the ability to make money. I don't need others to give me money to buy things for me." Stuff, even if I like it, even if I need it, I don't want it. Do you understand?"

"If you buy everything, you just accept it and don't do things you don't like next time. But..."

"But what?"

"However, I still want to spend money for you."

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Ye Ke, Zhao Yanzhi┃Supporting actors: Fu Huaiqiu, Jiang Luozhou┃Others:

Chapter 1

Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

Shejiang picks hibiscus, Lanze has many fragrant grasses.

Whoever chooses to leave, thinks far away.

Still looking at the old town, the long road is long.

Stay together, sorrow and die.

Chap1

A small face painted with oil paint looked into the room. Although the facial features were covered with oil paint, he could still see his delicate features.He looked around the inner room again, holding on to the door frame with one hand, carefully stepped over the threshold with one foot, walked slowly towards the room, and quietly walked to the side of the bed. The person under the quilt seemed to be still soundly asleep. There was a smile on Youcai's face. He gently put his hand on the side of the quilt, threw it up violently, and shouted loudly: "Get up! Brother!? Huh??"

The bed was actually a pile of straw!What a joke!Senior brother!The little face wrinkled into a ball, seemed to be about to cry, "Hey, what are you looking for, Huai Qiu." The little face suddenly turned around, and saw the handsome young man leaning against the door, Weighing a piece in his hand, he looked at the little face painted with oil paint with a half-smile, and said with a chuckle, "Why did you paint yourself like this again, it would be terrible for Master to see you wanting to sing again. "

"No, I don't! Brother, where did you get it!!" Huai Qiu jumped up and ran to the elder brother, his eyes flickering at the things in the elder brother's hand, and he kept swallowing, saying, "Isn't this Furong Cake, brother, did you go to the market to buy it?"

"Huaiqiu, just give me a kiss and I'll give you a bite." The young man had a playful expression on his face. He was much taller than Huaiqiu in stature, and when he stretched out his hand, the hibiscus cake was far away in the sky.This bastard knows how to eat. In order to buy hibiscus cakes for him, the boy woke up early. He usually doesn’t work so hard when he wakes up early. It’s just because he has been whispering in his ear a few days ago that he wants to eat his favorite. Hibiscus Cake.

Hibiscus Cake is not a rare item, but the theater troupe is far away from the market, and in order to keep in shape, the master asked them to eat less of this sweet and greasy snack, but Huaiqiu has been loved by everyone since he was a child. Yes, you can get whatever you want, just a Hibiscus Cake.

Huaiqiu pursed his mouth and looked at the boy reluctantly. Just as the boy bent down, turned his face to one side, closed his eyes, and pointed to Huaiqiu's cheek with the other hand, a familiar voice came from afar. sound.

"What are you doing, third brother! Everyone is here, and you are the only one left!! Oh, Huaiqiu, what are you doing making faces again? Master isn't scolding us to death!?" It turned out to be the second senior brother Qin Heting, and he pulled Seeing that the third child was about to leave, the third child immediately threw the cake at Huaiqiu, while running after Qin Heting and shouted: "Huaiqiu, wash your face and eat it. I'll come and play with you after I finish my exercises. Go first!" Practice your words!"

The young man ran while laughing, and was hit on the head by the second elder brother next to him, and said: "You bastard is fifteen or sixteen years old, and you can still make you so crazy. Don't lead Huaiqiu into trouble. Master won't beat you!" kill you!"

Huaiqiu looked at the boy's disappearing figure, then at the hibiscus cake in his hand, and took a hard bite.

"Third brother, why are you late in the morning?" The head teacher is a man over thirty years old and also Huai Qiu's father, Fu Yunqing.He led the troupe to perform all day long, and Huaiqiu followed all the way. Huaiqiu's mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to him. Mr. Fu took the child everywhere alone. When he was in his hometown, the masters of various houses On my wife's birthday, they would ask their troupe to sing it. Now that they have just come to Peiping, they are new faces, and they have not yet gained a foothold here.

And the youngest boy, Mr. Fu, picked up the board when he was performing in Zhejiang with the board, and Huai Qiu was only two years old back then.It snowed heavily in Zhejiang that year. In the snow, only a child was seen in the snow, wearing a dilapidated navy coat, curled up at the entrance of the alley, trembling with his arms around his chest, his lips were frozen purple, and he was dying. At the base of the wall.Although Banzhu Fu dragged his family around with the troupe, and his own conditions were not very good, he couldn't bear to see such a child freeze to death in front of him, so he got out of the carriage and picked him up. Take him to a warm carriage.At that time, time was short and we didn't have time to give him a name, but because he was the third oldest in the troupe, as time passed, everyone started shouting.He didn't mind either, but only famous actors could get a stage name, and since the third child was not yet of age, the matter of names had never been considered important.

"Master, I am willing to be punished, I got up late."

"Pa——" A whip hit the ground next to the third child, and the eyes of the other disciples blinked subconsciously. Master Fu looked at the indifferent expression of the third child with a smirk, and said, "You boy, you are so indifferent!" Don’t be afraid of anything, give me a three-hour horse stance to go, and then come to practice.”

"Yes, Master." Without saying a word, the third child turned around and ran to a corner of the courtyard, silently taking up his horse gait.

"Master, the third son..." Qin Heting just wanted to defend the third son, but he was stopped by Mr. Fu stretching out his right hand, and then Mr. Fu said to the other disciples: "Don't say anything, old-fashioned!" , start practicing for me."

"Yes." There was a loud answer from below.

"I'm going to see if Huai Qiu has practiced calligraphy." Looking around at the disciples and the people who came to join the troupe, Master Fu walked to the other corner of the courtyard, talking to himself as if to say They listen.

Qin Heting took advantage of the fact that everyone was practicing kung fu, kicking guns and doing somersaults, so he hurriedly turned around and ran to the corner, wanting to see how the stubborn donkey, the third child, was doing.Seeing that his head was covered with sweat but he didn't move, and his face seemed to be indifferent, Qin Heting immediately took out the handkerchief in his bosom and handed it to him, saying: "You have a stubborn temper, be soft!" Why don't you just be fine, why are you such a heartless kid, why don't you just look for it!"

"Second senior brother, I admit it, who told me to be playful haha." The youngest smiled heartily, took a look at the handkerchief Qin Heting handed over, and said, "Is this handkerchief given to you by Sister Lan?"

"Don't tell you! Don't wipe it, I haven't used it yet! Bring it here!!" Seeing that he had picked up the wrong handkerchief, Qin Heting became annoyed, stomped his feet and twisted the third child's ears, the whites of his eyes About to fly into the sky, the youngest smiled and handed the handkerchief back to Qin Heting, and said with a yawn: "My second brother Qin, when will you be enlightened? You say you don't like sister Lan, but you still cherish it in your heart." I'm going to die!"

"Do you think I don't like her, idiot, your brother and I are just a mere actor, how can I promise a girl for the rest of my life, she is still the daughter of a deputy commander, wouldn't I just be funny when I'm with her!" With a bitter and helpless expression on Qin Heting's face, he glanced sideways at the third child again, and said slowly, "You silly boy still cares about my brother and me, you can go on your horse!" After finishing speaking, Qin Heting Putting the handkerchief back into his bosom, he returned to the place where he was practicing, turned somersaults seriously, picked up the gun and practiced marksmanship with other brothers and sisters.

"Father!" Huaiqiu was sitting upright at the desk with a brush, writing stroke by stroke. The moment the door opened, his earnest face suddenly brightened. He smiled sweetly and put down the pen. , rushed to class leader Fu, and shouted with a smile: "Father, see if I have improved my calligraphy practice today!"

Seeing Huaiqiu's well-behaved appearance, Master Fu was relieved for the most part, stroked his head, and said, "Huaiqiu is such a good boy, I'll go out and buy candied haws for you in a few days, and I'll hire someone after paying the money in a few days." Sir, come home to teach you how to read."

"No, Dad! I think my brother taught me very well, I don't want to learn from others!" Huaiqiu wrinkled her face, and looked at Mr. Fu like a pitiful puppy with tears in her eyes.

"Bastard! What can I learn from that bastard! Can I teach you to eat, drink and have fun? Although he can write some words, what's the matter?"