Try to write the story of Heihua before and after Tomb Raiders Notes

The maid of the Xie family, who was doing rough work, went to the street to buy vegetables and gossiped with the fishmonger, saying that since the death of his wife, the Young Master's house had been burned for three days and three nights.I asked the doctor to see it many times, took a lot of medicine, and my body was scalding like a ball of fire—what, how did I know? ...Of course I haven't touched it! ——Don't talk nonsense! ! ——I, I have heard it all! !

Standing against Xie Yuhua's bed curtain with black glasses, if anyone dared to talk too much to drive him out, he would slap that person on the back of the neck, causing him to convulse and foam at the mouth.In the past few days, except for the maid and the doctor who delivered the water and medicine, no one dared to take a step near the room of the host, not only because he was afraid of the blind man beating people, but also because if something happened to the host, he would not be able to get away with it even if he died. .During the Chinese New Year, the atmosphere in Xie's house was gloomy like a fog that could not be dispelled, coupled with a room full of linen and white banners, it was full of ghosts.

The black glasses looked at Xie Yuhua on the bed, she had been in a coma for several days, her high fever persisted no matter what, she couldn't wake up no matter what.He regretted it to death—couldn't it be because he caught the cold at that moment?The black glasses half-kneeled by the bed, Xie Yuhua's face was sallow and sallow, and her eyelids were green.The black glasses gently rubbed against his forehead with his lips, scalding horribly.He silently thought: Hua'er, wake up, at worst, I won't touch you again when you wake up, it's okay if you want me to leave Xie's house immediately...

Then God made a big joke with Heixiazi. That night, Xie Yuhua's body temperature really dropped gradually.

Smiling with black glasses, leaning on the bed curtain to watch the maid serving Xie Yuhua taking medicine and porridge.Although Xie Yuhua's fever subsided, she was still so weak that she couldn't even hold a bowl, and the little maid had to blow it for a long time every time she took a mouthful of medicine, for fear of scalding her boss's lips.Later, even Xiuxiu came over, and the two of them with the black glasses stared at Xie Yuhua's bed every day, and neither of them would back down... Even in such a disturbing environment, Xie Yuhua's illness still persisted. get better every day

That night, because the doctor suggested that when recovering from a serious illness, you can take a hot bath, which is good for sweating, so Huo Xiuxiu and the black glasses were thrown out together.Xiuxiu pursed her mouth and the boss was unhappy, she cast a teasing look at Xiuxiu's angry Baozi face with black glasses, and walked out humming a ditty.

After staying in the Jieyu Flower House for so many days, I don't even know what day it is today. Hearing the sound of firecrackers exploding non-stop, I guess it's the arrival of Xiaonian, right?A good day to welcome the God of Wealth.The night is as clear as a wash, and the sky is full of stars like a pile of gold, and like fireflies in an ancient tomb.Two irrelevant metaphors, the black glasses thought about it, and really couldn't think of any other description.If Xie Yuhua was doing well at the moment, she might be able to say some better sentences.

The black glasses scratched his head, and the oath he swore when Jie Yuhua was in a coma did not expect to come true. After much deliberation, he still couldn’t deceive the Buddha. If retribution came, who would it be? It's not as simple as having a fever.

He smiled helplessly and shook his head, reluctantly moving towards the gate, while looking around at the Xie family compound.

I'm used to this life, I really can't bear to leave.

While looking around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure passing through the corridor, wandering towards the study.The black glasses were taken aback - didn't Xie Yuhua get out of bed just now, why did she run out alone? ?Are all the caretakers dead? !

Xie Yuhua's footsteps were all superficial, and she floated into the study like a ghost, followed closely behind by her black glasses.This time he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he stopped at the door and listened at the window.

Xie Yuhua stepped over the threshold and looked around.Everything in this room is as usual, the tables, chairs and the ground have been cleaned up, and there is nothing to prove what happened here.Presumably Hei Glasses did it himself, otherwise he would never have been able to seal up the entire Xie family.Xie Yuhua sat on the old mahogany chair, stroking the smooth edge of the corner of the table, her mother's bracelet was still quietly placed on it, next to the pen holder given by the master, everything remained the same.

His mind was in a daze, and he couldn't remember most of them. Only a few remaining fragments told him that it probably wasn't a erotic dream.Xie Yuhua raised her hand, looked at her arm, and touched her chest. Suddenly, she didn't seem to know herself very well; and when she looked at the objects and utensils that were too familiar, it seemed that they also carried some unclear things. the color; and then raised his head in a daze, it seems that this house, this world, is a little strange.

The black glasses peeked through the window paper, and Xie Yuhua's eyes were empty, and the witty and playful spirit in the past was nowhere to be found at all.He silently said, Hua'er, don't do this, I won't leave without worry.

Xie Yuhua sat blankly for a long time, finally lowered her head, trembling with pain.In any case, this is an extremely humiliating thing, and it is impossible to force and hypnotize myself to forget it.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes moved, and the painful expression just now gradually disappeared, and instead became abnormally calm.Xie Yuhua supported the table and stood up, as if she had made some important decision. She put her mother's bracelet into a drawer, put the pen holder given by her master into the cabinet, and put all the toys she had when she was a child into a large drawer. Box.

Then he opened the door of the cabinet, shook off the Huadan costume that had been hanging quietly for a long time, and stared at it carefully. This dress was specially ordered by Master Er Yuehong for himself. It was made of high-quality materials and embroidery. He will become a character one day, and he will also have a good outfit worthy of his worth.After the master left, Xie Yuhua never sang again, and the clothes were kept in the closet, never touched.

Looking outside with the black glasses, he still felt distressed at first, but gradually became more and more confused.

Xie Yuhua put on her outfit, then faced the antique bronze mirror in the cabinet, and began to arrange her hair.The black glasses outside the window looked at Xie Yuhua's face reflected in the mirror, with a concentrated expression on her face, as if she was going to perform on stage to sing a big show.It's a pity that there are no rouge, gouache, oil paint, pearls and emeralds here, so I can only wear plain red clothes.

Xie Yuhua turned her face slightly to see if her sideburns were neat, and her slightly narrowed phoenix eyes made the black glasses dumbfounded.Then he stood up, faced the mirror in the dark, took a pose without haste, and began to sing.

The voice is as mellow as pearls and jade, and the soft and long opera tone is like ink that melts in water, with a lingering aftertaste that lingers in your ears endlessly.

One song pours into the city, and then the song pours into the country.

These ten words suddenly popped into the black glasses' mind.Seeing Xie Yuhua's behavior, he was completely immersed in his own world: the original pained expression gradually stretched, and there was a trace of blush on his pale face. Only then did he understand that singing for Xie Yuhua was not a means of making a living as a hobby. Class, but more important than the place of life.Xie Yuhua, Xie Yuhua, was originally a stage name, and he is the most noble actor in the world; Xie's Xiao Jiuye or something, maybe it's just a cover-up.

Xie Yuhua sang, while examining her own figure in the mirror, her blue fingers were slender, as if there were thousands of spectators cheering mesmerizingly below.In fact, only the black glasses are listening outside the window; in fact, from Xie Yuhua's own point of view, this is nothing more than a dedicated one-man show.

It wasn't until he sang a few lines that he suddenly broke a note, the song stopped abruptly, and then he propped himself up on the table and started coughing, it seemed that he was still not fully recovered.

The black glasses smiled bitterly outside the window, and said in his heart, Master Hua, it is also a great blessing for me to see you off with a song before I leave.

Borrowing the moonlight in the darkness, he took one last look at the silhouette of Xie Yuhua, and silently made a mouth shape: "—May the little Jiuye, forever and ever, be prosperous and prosperous."

The black glasses turned around in desperation, and just about to step down the steps, they heard a voice behind them: "——Where are you going?"

The black glasses froze, and it took several seconds to realize who was calling him.He turned his head and rushed to the door of the room, but still didn't dare to go in while grabbing the door frame: "Master, did you call me?"

Seeing his eager expression, Xie Yuhua looked like a wolf with a big tail wagging its head, angry and funny: "You can't even understand human speech?"

"Understood! Understood!" The black glasses happily jumped into the room, licked his face and said, "What orders does Master Hua have?"

Xie Yuhua took off her heavy outfit and said, "Your throat is dry, pour me a cup of tea."

The black glasses looked at him suspiciously, but instead of jumping out happily, he hesitated.

Xie Yuhua glanced at him: "What's the matter, can't understand people's words again?"

The black glasses straightened, and said: "Master Hua'er, you...don't...don't blame me?"

Before a stick of incense, Xie Yuhua was still like a walking corpse, but after a little song, she seemed to be fine.The black glasses were not only puzzled, but even sullen about being played.

Xie Yuhua sneered and said, "Not only that, I really hate you to the bone. That's why I left you by my side to torture you slowly, and when you are no longer worth using, I kicked you away."

The black glasses giggled strangely: "That's it, then I can rest assured. The little one will pour tea for Master Hua."

He turned and ran, unable to stop the smile on his face as he ran.

Buddha, I'm sorry, I don't want to leave again.I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here to help Xie Yuhua get rid of disasters.Gods come to kill gods, and Buddhas come to kill Buddhas.

Xie Yuhua looked at the figure running away in black glasses, with mixed emotions in her heart.

According to Master Jiu's teaching, everything must be considered in the direction of maximizing benefits.Since it is of no benefit to him to publicize this matter, and this person has extremely high use value, it is safer to stay by his side.Thinking about it this way, the original feeling of shame and anger gradually calmed down, and even if I wanted to get angry and want to throw things, I didn't have that anger anymore.

Xie Yuhua thought, it is such a reason.What I just said was the truth, I don't know where the madman understood it.

There are flowers that explain language in the world, who can use them to explain language?

Just because he forgot a sentence that Er Yuehong taught him when he was young.

Love, I don't know why.

Go deeper and deeper.