Lianhua Manlou

About Identity Theater

It is said that one day, Hua Mancheng had an in-depth discussion with Yu Luocha about his identity.

Hua Mancheng's face is full of shyness: Honey, who am I to you~

Yu Luocha: Of course you are my wife!

Hua Mancheng: I heard that Ximen Chuuxue is your son?

Jade Rakshasa: Ah.

Hua Mancheng: Don't worry, I will treat him as my own.But should he call me stepfather or stepmother?

Jade Rakshasa: ……………………

About Identity Theater II

One day, Hua Mancheng took Yu Luosha home to visit relatives.

Wang Lianhua: I heard that you are Ximen Chuuxue's father?

Jade Rakshasa: Ah.

Wang Lianhua: Then should I call you Uncle Sheng?

Yu Luocha: It's easy to say.

Wang Lianhua: But my name is Brother Huamancheng~

Jade Rakshasa: …………………

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This love can be turned into a memory

This is already a long time later, and Huamanlou is no longer the handsome and radiant Mr. Pianpian. He is not young anymore, and there are traces of white on his temples. There are also faint vicissitudes and wrinkles on his body. After all, he can't hide the lost years, and his life is about to end.

Death, a word that was once extremely scary to him, has lost the magic power that made him fear, and it has become ordinary. He can even smile calmly, say goodbye to his family and friends, and express all the things he has lost. The things I love are entrusted one by one, including my lover-Wang Lianhua.

Even though he was in his forties, Wang Lianhua was still the flamboyant and flamboyant young man in his memory. Years always favored him, like a glass of fine wine, the longer the time, the older the age. On the contrary, the paranoia and indifference of the past faded away. At that time, Wang Lianhua was already known to everyone as a thousand-faced son, who was both good and evil, and gradually bloomed a peerless elegance that belonged to him alone.

Facing Huamanlou's life that was about to end, Wang Lianhua was calmer than anyone else, and the calmness was terrifying.He began to be by Hua Manlou's side all the time, holding his hand without any scruples, sitting at the desk with him in his arms, writing or drawing, and walking freely.

More often, Hua Manlou's spirit is not very good and he can only lie on the bed. Wang Lianhua will sit opposite him, set up a window, and play a song for him with a slight smile. Well, the present world is stable, even if Hua Manlou falls asleep, she can't stop curling her lips.Maybe on that day, he would have no regrets if he left quietly like this, Hua Manlou said.At that time Lu Xiaofeng was sitting beside him, watching him hesitate to speak.

How lonely it would be if I was the only one left!As Wang Lianhua said this, she lay on Huamanlou's lap and sighed faintly.At this time, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, everything is revived, and the garden is full of colorful flowers and flowers, which is very gratifying.Hua Manlou was sitting in a wheelchair, gently stroking Wang Lianhua's head with his hand, and said with a smile: How come, you still have many friends.Wang Lianhua just looked at him, blinked, and smiled without saying a word.

And then, Wang Lianhua never woke up again.He has been sleeping, sleeping, sleeping under him and his favorite peach tree.Wang Lianhua is still the same Wang Lianhua, willful and selfish, timid and lonely, when he was still beautiful, he cunningly walked in front of Huamanlou, he is such a person!

In his sleep, he saw those bright peach blossom eyes again in a trance, twinkling and twinkling, that person looked like a spring flower and wore a crimson dress that was as gorgeous as fire.Hua Manlou recovered miraculously. He drove a carriage and took Wang Lianhua's ashes to bid farewell to all his friends and relatives. Little bit of news...

Many years later, I heard that there was a peach blossom forest on Yuxiu Mountain in southern Xinjiang, with mountains and green mountains, which never thank you in four seasons, and there is a scene of everlasting spring in the eighth festival.If the sea is rippling, if the snow is all over the ground, on the top of the mountain are two crimson weeping green peaches, as bright as clouds, as bright as peaches and plums, branch to branch, root to root, like two lingering lovers, life after life, pale Seeing Yun Juan Yun Shu, the flowers bloom and wither, and they will never be separated...

"Remember, my name is Wang Lianhua."

"I am Huamanlou..."