hibiscus laugh

Wearing a long gown and wearing a hat, he walked into the theater. He didn't even dare to call out his name. He could see the smile on his side face. Zhao Yanzhi was a little stronger and darker than before. It seems that he I also suffered a lot.

Ye Ke didn't dare to move at all. He hugged Dou Bao, but tears flowed down involuntarily. What capacity could he use to greet him now? Even if he was unwilling and wanted to save this relationship, but everything It's too late, what would the appearance of him holding Doubao look like to Zhao Yanzhi?

Doubao seemed to sense his father's tears, and raised his fat little hand to wipe Ye Ke's face, "Father, don't cry." Wiping his tears, Doubao kept calling him, he When he came back to his senses, he smiled lightly at Doubao: "Let's go, Doubao."

Doubao nodded heavily, and snuggled into Ye Ke's arms again.

On the other side of the theater, Zhao Yanzhi leaned against the wall without saying a word. In the crowded theater, he lowered his hat so that no one could see his expression. He actually saw Ye Ke just now. A child who looks a lot like him, and he has gone through many vicissitudes over the years. The moment he stepped into the theater, he didn't even dare to turn his head to look at him. He knew that Ye Ke was looking at him, but even if they met and greeted him, so what? Like, greeting each other like old acquaintances? Zhao Yanzhi couldn't do it. The moment he stepped into the theater, he knew that Ye Ke couldn't do it either.

"Hey, what are you doing standing here, my second senior brother is here."

Because of his sensitive identity, Fu Huaiqiu deliberately changed his appearance, put on a mustache, and changed the appearance of his face a little. After all, this is now the territory of the Kuomintang.Now he looks a bit like a middle-aged man after changing his appearance, Zhao Yanzhi came back to his senses, he nodded, followed Fu Huaiqiu up the stairs, and when he reached the private room on the second floor, Qin Heting couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Zhao Yanzhi: "Hey Yo, this young man really looks like you, Huaiqiu, I’m back in Chongqing, I’m here with senior brother, let’s rest for a while before leaving.” “No, senior brother, this time I’m just here to see how you’re doing How about it, now that the Anti-Japanese War has been won, everyone is happy, your theater business is also good, and your sister-in-law is also busy, how can you bother the two of you." Sister-in-law, why would I stay in Chongqing? Now that my child is grown up, I’m not very busy. It’s good for you to stay and help senior brother.” Qin Heting married a woman from Chongqing and had two sons and two daughters. Life is going well, and the theater is doing very well, flourishing day by day.

"Okay, don't talk too much, brother, after drinking this glass of wine, I will set off tomorrow, and I will definitely visit you in the future. This glass of wine, I respect you!"

"Good! Drink!"

Seeing the intimate conversation between Fu Huaiqiu and Qin Heting, Zhao Yanzhi felt more and more bored. He felt that he could no longer go with Fu Huaiqiu, but he didn't want to stay in Chongqing either. On the rooftop, I took off my hat and blew the wind. It’s getting late, my son, the streets are dyed red by the sun’s rays, and a fire is burning in the sky. The bright rays of the sun are covered with a layer of gold, and the sun will burn out before it goes down the mountain. With the last ray of light, the evening wind made him narrow his eyes slightly. At this moment, he made a secret decision and went back to the hotel alone without saying hello to Fu Huaiqiu.

Fu Huaiqiu returned to the hotel drunk, and was about to call out to Zhao Yanzhi when he suddenly saw a letter on the table.

"Words are like words

Huaiqiu, thank you for everything you have done to me. Now it is time to part. I can't always be by your side. I still have things to do.

I will keep your kindness in mind. I will only take part of the money, and you can take the rest to subsidize yourself and buy what you want.

If there is fate, we will see you again. "

Fu Huaiqiu looked at the stack of bank notes in the envelope again, and he squeezed the envelope tightly.Holding the letter, his heart was full of disappointment and sadness. Zhao Yanzhi left without saying goodbye, which made him a little worried.

Zhao Yanzhi, who was on the journey, took the latest train to leave Chongqing. Seeing the parting of many people at this station, he felt emotional.He has no one to see him off, and he doesn't need to be sad. He thinks he should go back to the place where he should go. Fu Huaiqiu left part of the money he gave before and transferred the money to him. He wants to go back to Master's house, redeem the courtyard, let's make plans for the future.

Stepping on the train, Zhao Yanzhi looked back at Chongqing reluctantly.

Goodbye.

On the other side, Song Yuhan received a letter from Shanghai. The Song family was in Chongqing. He had already recovered from his illness, married a wife, and had a son and a daughter. He opened the letter and found that the sender had nothing to do with him. Impression, this person's name——Jiang Yan's name, sounds a little familiar. He opened the letter and read it word by word.

He stood under a tree in the middle of the courtyard, reading the letter - his calm expression gradually disappeared, his hands were trembling constantly, this letter was about Jiang Duo, and the person who wrote the letter was standing in a third party Song Yuhan looked at the letter and said every word to his heart. He never knew this person, but this person claimed to be his student, and he saw everything spread out in front of him. , he couldn't help feeling cold behind his back.

"Teacher, the students are most afraid that Zi Ze will make a wrong payment."

The letter slipped from Song Yuhan's hands, and the daughter, who had just finished school, walked in from the door. Seeing her solemn and steady father standing under the tree and weeping bitterly, she dared not take another step forward.

The wind is blowing extremely harshly, and this year's winter is earlier than in previous years.

write at the end

Today is April 2016, 4. It is the day when I finished writing "Furong Laugh". It took three years to complete, and three years is not short. From high school to university, in fact, when I was conceiving, I felt that I might not be able to finish it. After all, the framework is too big, but I did not expect it. I did it. I have seen it In a word, there is no such thing as white writing.

How can I say this article is the one I take most seriously. It is also the first article I have ever written. I can’t help but applaud myself. Even if no one appreciates it now, it is still what I want to express. Life That’s it, writing essays is not my task, it’s my hobby, sticking to a hobby for three years or even longer, I think it’s also my growth.

I don’t know why I was able to finish writing today, I wrote everything at once, probably because today is a special day, very special to me, I think, the best way to comfort the dead is that the living can Live seriously and happily, I did it, I take everything so seriously, even if no one applauds, I will continue to go on, the original intention of writing the article will not change, this is what I pursue, even if it becomes popular in the future (hahahaha , and not) I will not waver in my original intention.

In fact, the preparatory stage of "Fu Rong Smile" was written very hard. It needed to check the information and sort it out, and there should be no strange things. After all, what I wrote was not empty. HE, because I wrote here, he is like this, my outline is there, no matter how concave I am, it is not satisfactory, it is better to just like this, today I can finally change the serialization to completed, looking forward to my next post One time to grow up, okay?