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At this moment, the door of the Cen family flower ornament has been closed, but the store is brightly lit, and Cen Shaobai, Zhang Baoer, Li Si and Yang Ke are sitting at the square table.

Cen Shaobai raised his glass: "Brother Zhang, come, let's have a toast and celebrate!" ”

The business of Cen's flower ornaments is booming day by day, and it is not in vain the hard work of these days, Cen Shaobai is happy in his heart, so he naturally wants to celebrate with wine.

"It's time to celebrate! Come on, we're done! Zhang Baoer raised her glass and drank it all.

Cen Shaobai and Li Si both drank, but Yang Ke didn't move the cup.

Zhang Bao'er frowned and asked, "Brother Yang, do you have something on your mind?" ”

Yang Ke smiled reluctantly: "Zhang Gongzi, I am not strong enough to drink, I have swept away your interest, I will accompany you!" ”

Zhang Baoer remembered that day Cen Shaobai had said that Yang Ke's background was pitiful, but he didn't have time to ask, and he naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity today.

Zhang Baoer said to Yang Ke: "Brother Yang, there is nothing to disappoint the fun, I know that you must have encountered difficulties, can you tell me about it?" ”

Yang Ke wanted to speak and stopped, but just shook his head.

Zhang Bao'er knew that he had concerns in his heart, and said with a smile: "One person is short, and everyone is long, you think it's a difficult thing, maybe we can help you after listening to it, and this matter will be solved." If you don't believe it, ask the shopkeeper Cen a few days ago, like you, he encountered a big problem, and now he has solved it, and he has a very nourishing life! ”

Speaking of which, Cen Shaobai is grateful to Zhang Baoer from the bottom of his heart, even to the point of being incomprehensible, if it weren't for Zhang Baoer's words to wake up the dreamer, Cen Shaobai would still be reading his sage book, maybe he would really end up dying in the Chen Juren of Ci'en Temple.

Cen Shaobai nodded convincingly: "Yang Ke, just talk about it, maybe Zhang Gongzi really has a way!" ”

Listening to Cen Shaobai's words, Yang Ke was a little moved, he sighed and said, "Then I'll talk about it......"

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It turned out that when Yang Ke was six years old, he picked up a baby girl who was waiting to be fed by the river, and he struggled to carry it home.

Yang Ke's father was a rouge-dusting fat powderer, and when he saw him carrying back a baby, he angrily reprimanded: "It's hard enough for me to feed you, where can I have the money to raise another doll?" Hug it back! ”

Yang Ke stubbornly stood at the door, looking at his father stubbornly: "She will starve to death if she takes her back, and many people by the river just look at her and don't want her." ”

Seeing his son's head stalked, the rouge maker stretched out a large slap with a pu fan, which was about to fall on top of his son's head, but he took it back.

He sighed and said, "Your mother is gone, unless you take care of her, I don't have any time." ”

Seeing his father's promise, Yang Ke nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of the rouge's mouth, and he said that he should be a child daughter-in-law, and if he picks up a daughter-in-law, he will have to hurt well.

From that day on, Yang Ke began to feed her rice soup, sleep with her, and bathe her.

Her little face was flushed, and Yang Ke named her Rouge.

Rouge was six years old, and Yang Ke had already learned from his father how to wet rouge cream.

Sitting in a clean small stone house, Yang Ke put the whole red and blue flowers that he had carefully collected into the stone bowl and repeatedly pestle the mallet, while Rouge squatted on the side and held his little face with both hands.

When he returned to the house with the flowers, he saw that Xiao Rouge had already put his hand into the rouge tank, and the red, red, yellow and yellow rouge juice flowed down her little face.

Looking at his sister with oil paint on her face, Yang Ke couldn't help laughing.

Rouge looked at his brother and giggled.

Rouge has grown to the age of twelve, and he can already wash good rouge.

Rouge is fifteen years old, Yang Ke is twenty-one years old, he is unwilling to be a Rouge for the rest of his life like his father, and he wants to go outside to explore the world.

Before leaving, Yang Ke silently stood beside the sleeping rouge and whispered, "You must wait for me." Wait until I come back and marry you. ”

With that, Yang Ke walked out the door.

Rouge lying on the bed, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes. She knew that she couldn't persuade him, he wanted to leave, and no one could stop him.

In Yang Ke's baggage, she secretly put ten hard-boiled eggs, as well as scattered silver stolen from her father.

Four years have passed, and Yang Ke has returned.

However, when he returned to Rouge Town with two hundred taels of silver, his home was gone.

The town is no longer what it used to be, and the sound of mallets and rouge could be heard everywhere, but now it is full of unfamiliar shops.

Yang Ke went to his former neighbors and asked about the whereabouts of his father and sister.

The neighbor sighed and said that his father had died two years earlier. My father was seriously ill and spent all his savings, and in the end he didn't even have the money to buy a coffin. It was rouge who stuck a grass label on his head and sold himself to bury his father. His father was buried in a small cemetery in Ranshikou, and Rouge was bought by a wealthy merchant and taken to Chang'an.

The neighbor's words were like a basin of cold water splashing down, and Yang Ke was stunned.

After paying homage to his father, he took a boat and went straight to Chang'an.

When he arrived in Chang'an, Yang Ke had nothing to do but inquire about Rouge's whereabouts while being a buddy.

However, Chang'an was too big, and he stayed in Chang'an for three years, and he didn't inquire about Rouge's whereabouts.

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After hearing this, Zhang Baoer also felt heavy. Yang Ke is a lover, and Zhang Baoer feels that she should help Yang Ke no matter what.

Thinking of this, Zhang Baoer asked Yang Ke, "Do you have a portrait of a rouge girl?" ”

Yang Ke didn't understand what Zhang Bao'er meant, and looked at him suspiciously.

How could Cen Shaobai not know Zhang Bao'er's thoughts, he explained to Yang Ke with a smile: "Zhang Gongzi is a warm-hearted person, he wants to help you find the rouge girl, what are you still doing in a daze?" ”

Yang Ke looked at Zhang Bao'er gratefully: "Yes!" Zhang Gongzi, please wait! ”

Yang Ke hurried away, and after a while, he came into the house and handed Zhang Bao'er a portrait: "This is what I painted myself in my spare time, and I don't know if I can use it?" ”

Zhang Baoer took it and looked at it carefully, although the painting was rough, but the eyebrows and eyes were realistic, and it could be seen that Yang Ke painted it with his heart.

Zhang Bao'er said to Yang Ke: "This painting will stay with me first, and I will inform you as soon as there is news!" ”

"Thank you Mr. Zhang!" Yang Ke couldn't help but let himself cry, he choked up a little and said to Cen Shaobai: "Dongjia, I want to go out for a while!" ”

Cen Shaobai understood Yang Ke's mood at the moment, and nodded: "Go ahead!" ”

Yang Ke came out of the house and stood at the door and couldn't help but feel sad.

Twenty years ago, Yang Ke picked up rouge like a baby, and never thought that one day she would never see her again. But God doesn't have long eyes, but let them be separated.

But just when Yang Ke was about to despair, Zhang Baoer's appearance ignited a flame of hope in his heart.

"Rouge, where are you?" Yang Ke looked up at the sky and burst into tears.

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