The three of Murong were fascinated by watching, but the scroll suddenly "failed".
"Yanyan, what's wrong?"
"Hmm... nothing, do you want to continue watching?"
"Why don't you watch it? Qin Huai'an can't communicate now. Only by knowing her past can we better help her fulfill her wish."
"Oh well."
The screen resumed, and Sang Yu let out an exclamation.
Su Sifang clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
Mu Rong was startled for a moment, then his cheeks turned suspiciously red, and he turned his face away.
On the screen, two naked women embrace each other emotionally.
The protagonists are Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng.
The movements of the two are very young and cautious, but it is not difficult to see from their eyes that they are both in love.
Since Luo Ruyan played Qin Huai'an's memory, the scroll also took Qin Huai'an as the first perspective.
Zhuang Diemeng raised a pair of jade arms and put them around Qin Huai'an's neck, with affection in his eyes.
"Huai'an~"
"Xiaodie."
Luo Ruyan explained: "Qin Huai'an's soul is too weak, and her memory is beginning to fall apart, and I can only read her most unforgettable memories, which are basically these pictures, do you still want to see them?"
Sang Yu's heart was pounding, and the woman's moving coquettish and viscous rhythmic sound came from the scroll, which stimulated her eardrums.
Her eyes fell on Mu Rong, and she wanted to take a peek, but she didn't expect that Mu Rong was also looking at her.
Under such a background music, the two looked at each other.
"Ah!" Sang Yu cried out in embarrassment, covering her face, while Mu Rong was a little at a loss.
Sangyu is okay, although I haven't experienced it personally, but I know a little bit through various channels.
But Mu Rong is different. She became a errand at the age of ten, and her Xi Po and Ai Po were taken away. From then on, she lived a reclusive life. She didn't use the Internet and rarely watched TV. Most of the ways to learn about the outside world were newspapers, and Hao Jiefang's conversation, and what he sees every day.
But newspapers don't write about this kind of thing!
Two women, actually... can this be the case
The moment he looked at Sang Yu, Murong felt his heart stopped for a few seconds, and his mind went blank.
"Yanyan, don't let go of Yanyan!"
"It's what you want to see. Besides, what's the point of this? It's just a combination of yin and yin. In our demon world, this is a faster way to increase your cultivation base than yin and yang dual cultivation."
"Smoke!"
"Okay, okay~ I see." The light on the scroll dimmed again, and Sang Yu didn't dare to urge.
Luo Ruyan's voice sounded again: "Qin Huai'an's soul is too weak, and his memory is also disappearing. Let me tidy it up and pick out the most important memory for you to see."
After a few more minutes, the scroll lights up again.
Sang Yu and Mu Rong suppressed the strange feeling in their hearts and looked at the scroll with concentration. They knew: in such a weak state of Qin Huai'an, the most important memories of Qin Huai'an must be recorded in this last picture.
When the screen changed, another three years had passed.
Qin Huai'an and Zhuang Diemeng are already well-known actors, they are no longer characters that anyone can invite, and ordinary theaters will pay enough prices depending on the mood of these two.
Master Jiu was also very polite to them.
The house was changed again, and it was several times bigger than before. The two lived together in a dignified way, and declared to the outside world that it was for better practice.
In the outside world, a battle concerning the survival of the flower-growing family has begun, but there are still many high-ranking officials who are confident, enjoying singing and dancing in the rear "peaceful zone" and making some war fortune.
Qin Huaian is nineteen years old, she is already an old girl at this age.
Although an actor is a lowly profession, it doesn't hurt to marry a concubine at home.
Master Jiu moved the garden to the south of the Yangtze River, and repeated his old tricks, once again leaning against a big tree. This person is Mr. Qin, the adjutant of a high-ranking general in the Central Committee.
Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng are on stage, so he will be there.
This Mr. Qin is a romantic figure, he has stayed abroad, and has been reused after returning to China. He is over forty years old, and his family is married to his concubine Liufang.
He took a fancy to Qin Huai'an, and every time he made a move, he was rewarded with tens of dollars, rare and rare, and he was never stingy with precious jewelry.
And let out the word that Qin Huaian is Mr. Qin's man, the seventh concubine who has never been married.
The small courtyard of the Qin family was shrouded in a cloud, and Zhuang Diemeng hadn't spoken to Qin Huaian for several days.
The day after Mr. Qin's words were released, Zhuang Diemeng moved to the wing room alone, and when he took the stage, he left Qin Huaian behind and sang "Daiyu Burning Manuscripts" by himself.
That day, Qin Huai'an stood at the entrance of the stage, watching Lin Daiyu's death, his heart felt like a knife.
In the evening, Qin Huaian stood in front of Zhuang Diemeng's room all night, and the red candles in the room were also burning all night, but Zhuang Diemeng did not open the door.
The picture on the scroll became messy again, Luo Ruyan explained: "Qin Huaian's time is running out, I will do my best."
Mu Rong and Sang Yu looked at the scroll and sighed together, each with emotion.
"Yanyan, I can roughly guess what happened. You pick some important memories."
"good."
Mr. Qin hired Mr. Jiu, and the five thousand yuan was brought to Huai Mengyuan with a shoulder pole. Such a large amount of money was just for hiring an actor, which was enough to cause a sensation.
The children in Yuanzhong had never seen so much money in their life. Looking at the two baskets filled with Yuan Datou, some were envious and some looked forward to it. Qin Huaian's figure was extremely tall in their hearts.
Master Jiu is holding Qin Huaian's life and death deed in his hand, and Master Jiu must nod for all important matters.
Although he was somewhat reluctant to part with Qin Huai'an, thinking that Qin Huai'an would be 20 next year, he was old and young, and if he could earn this fortune and then climb up the big tree of Mr. Qin, why would he not have a new role
Having figured this out, Master Jiu accepted the dowry with a smile, and handed Qin Huaian's life and death deed to the housekeeper.
After hearing the news, Qin Huaian came to Zhuang Diemeng's door again, this time she directly opened the door, and saw Zhuang Diemeng sitting on the bed, weeping sadly.
She sat on the side of the bed and looked at Zhuang Diemenglihua's emaciated face with rain, and her heart ached. Zhuang Mengdie was like a puppet whose strings had been drawn, motionless, with empty eyes.
Qin Huaian hugged Zhuang Diemeng in his arms: "Xiaodie, don't you understand my heart?"
"Your heart? What's the use of your heart, and what's the use of my heart? We are just two poor lives, and we can't even decide our own life and death. What's the use of the heart?"
Qin Huaian smiled, and kissed Zhuang Diemeng on the forehead: "Do you remember Fifth Sister?"
Zhuang Diemeng became quiet: "Remember."
"Go away tomorrow. I've already prepared the money for you. I've gone to Master Jiu and asked for your life-death contract back. It's been burned. From now on, you're free."
"Why is Master Jiu willing to give it to you?"
"I'm no longer a little actor who can be manipulated by him. I'm going to marry into the Qin family on the fifteenth day of next month. Besides, I gave him all the wealth I've saved over the years, and he always wants to give me some face. "
Zhuang Diemeng's tears that had just stopped flowed out again, and she cried sadly in Qin Huaian's arms, waving her fists and beating continuously: "What's the use of my free body?"
"Xiaodie, are you afraid of death?"
"Oh, this world? It's better to die."
"Let's elope, just like Fifth Sister did back then."
…
Zhuang Diemeng moved out of the Qin residence, and Mr. Qin sent someone to "protect" Qin Huaian's residence, but they did not prevent Zhuang Diemeng from leaving.
"Xiaodie, you have to go. My house has been surrounded. Take your money and find a place to hide first. Don't tell anyone or give me a letter. The date is set on the fifteenth day of the next month. I will fight for it." The last chance to bid farewell on the stage, the self-proclaimed romantic Qin will definitely agree! If he can finally make a fortune, Jiuye will definitely publicize it. When you hear the news that I will be on the stage, wait outside the small temple fifteen miles outside the city Me, let's fly away!"
That night, Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng reunited and slept together again. They talked all night, discussing where to go after leaving the garden, what to do for a living and future life, and it was not until Dongfang Lubai fell into a deep sleep go.
The scene changed, the night was dark and windy, Qin Huaian was wearing Jia Baoyu's costume and hiding under the osmanthus tree outside the small temple fifteen miles outside the city.
She squatted on the ground, trying to tighten her body, her body trembling slightly.
The three people outside the scroll also became nervous, praying that this "elopement" would be successful.
But... Qin Huaian waited until dawn, but Zhuang Diemeng did not appear.
On the scroll, this night is just a few breaths, but Murong can feel all the uneasiness and despair of Qin Huaian.
Mr. Qin's seventh aunt who hadn't been married disappeared, and the city was full of gendarmes, so Qin Huaian couldn't go back.
At dawn, she looked towards the end of the road: "Xiaodie, did I come late, or did you not come? I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for me, and I... can't wait for you."
Qin Huai'an sat under the tree and babbled and sang:
Sister Lin... I'm late!
Good fortune deceived me,
Harm my sister's soul to return to Lihentian.
…
Xiaodie, if there is an afterlife.
Qin Huaian missed the person she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. She was penniless and had a low status, and she had a deep fear of Master Jiu and Mr. Qin.
If it wasn't for Xiaodie, she would never have the courage to elope.
The scene of Fifth Sister being shaved in public and having her waist broken was deeply imprinted in the boy's soul, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life.
Xiaodie didn't come, or Xiaodie came and didn't wait for her? Qin Huaian is more willing to believe the latter.
She knows: Mr. Qin is a decent person, even if she goes back, what awaits her will be more terrible than death, endless torture.
Fear and despair destroyed Qin Huaian's will.
After singing a song, she stepped back a distance facing the osmanthus tree, ran with all her strength, and bumped into the osmanthus tree outside the Shiwuli Temple.
The author has something to say: The story of the Republic of China is over, and there is one more point in the next chapter, which is an important clue for the rest of the article.