Chapter 135
When the nurse came to work the next day, she saw the cold Xu Man, who was holding the child's clothes and died peacefully, because at the last moment of her death, she returned to her best more than ten years ago, there was no pain, only joy.
The people of the troupe just finished preparing for Shen Yeling's funeral and then began to prepare for Xu Man's funeral, Luo Xiaoqi recalled it many years later, only knowing that this funeral was not peaceful, and the people outside greeted Xu Man's death one after another, some applauded, some sighed, and a few cursed like throwing the feud from his ancestral grave.
Only then did Luo Xiaoqi know why Xu Man asked her not to impose her identity on the child that night, and let her know who her mother was, just because there was too much forgiveness outside, and those people were still arguing for her when Xu Man died, and it was bound that this grievance would affect the child.
Luo Xiaoqi wrapped the sleeping child tightly, thinking about how to plan how to release the fake news to inform the world that Xu Man, the child, was dead.
Finally, the next day, I could faintly hear outside: "The child died", "The child died, alas, the family is really unhappy, Mr. Shen has made a good end of family ruin".
Still sighing, still sighing, sighing, laughing, overwhelming.
It didn't take long for the matter of Shen Yeling's family to disperse after talking about it like a cloud of smoke in their eyes, and a few were vaguely mentioned, and in the end there was no topic, and when it was about to enter winter, this topic would not be discussed.
Luo Xiaoqi wants to give Shen Yeling's opera troupe an explanation, so the theater is still rebuilt in that part of Xicheng, and then a manager is hired to do everything around, which is enough to be benevolent and righteous.
Without Shen Yeling, the troupe is equivalent to the house without pillars, and it can't be supported, and this troupe is not as good as before, and it won't last long and it will go its own way, so in the theater garden in Xicheng, some people think it's Shen Yeling's troupe, so they go back to cheer more, but after a long time, they will find that this troupe is not as good as before, and the singing skills of the people on the stage really need to be driven by Shen Yeling, and they will lose confidence in this troupe over time.
Others were originally because of Shen Yeling, but now that Shen Yeling is gone, he is not interested. In this way, the business of the troupe is also more than Yu Dan.
Several older apprentices saw that they didn't rush home, and they all followed home, and it was now the spring of the next year, but in less than a year, there was an alternation of the rise and fall of an opera troupe, Xu Man and Shen Yeling's separate heads were overgrown with weeds, only Zhang Shangzhi and Xu Ruliang were still helping them clean up all the time.
They are now accustomed to seeing their extra tablets on the ancestral hall, listed there in a serious manner, master and uncle, the four of them have gathered, and they may be enough to play a game of mahjong in the underworld.
However, the head of the Luo family will still come during the Spring Festival, she will bring a child to worship Shen Yeling, and she will come with a red envelope or something, and now that the troupe is under the management of Xu Ruliang, he really can't imagine that he will be able to think about them in the end, and he is actually the most panicked person at the beginning.
Luo Xiaoqi raised children, from babies who could only cry in swaddling clothes to children who could say the word 'daddy', crawling and staggering. Even the originally dry little old man was raised by Luo Xiaoqi to be white and fat, and became a porcelain doll.
This New Year's Luo Xiaoqi took her to Shen Yeling's house for the first time to pay New Year's greetings and worship Shen Yeling's tablet, even if Xu Man didn't let him know who they were, but at least the etiquette should still be there.
Luo Xiaoqi took the child home, Cheng Jiabai also came back on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and when he came back, he looked at Luo Xiaoqi in the wheelchair suspiciously, only to see a child next to her, laughing on the side.
Cheng Jiabai walked up, but found that Luo Xiaoqi only glanced at him with his spare eyes when he saw him coming back, "Sister, I'm back" Cheng Jiabai clenched his fists and said restrainedly.
This time he came back a year later, Cheng Jiabai was tanned more than before, but he was still good-looking, and the people in the army looked at him black and still looking, just calling him 'Hei Liqiao'.
The darker it is, the more he doesn't know what skills he has learned over the years, the first time the child saw a strange man, he only felt curious, and his chubby little hand stretched out and grabbed his hand, but unfortunately he didn't catch it, Luo Xiaoqi couldn't catch her holding her.
Cheng Jiabai looked at her funny expression, squatted down kindly, wiped her saliva with a handkerchief, and asked curiously without knowing: "Who is this child"?
"Mine", Luo Xiaoqi smiled slyly, shocked the Cheng family, and after thinking about it, he estimated the time when the child was born, and knew that it was Xu Man's, and then sneered: "Shiver me."
Luo Xiaoqi wants to use this child to tie him?
"It's really mine", Luo Xiaoqi replied: "You are gone, this child is mine".
She looked up into his eyes, her eyes heavy: "You should know, my uncle, and my aunt are dead."
It was like a sudden lightning bolt hitting the top of his head, and the boom coaxed his whole person to be scorched on the outside and tender on the inside: "Why, how can this be."
Luo Xiaoqi took one last look at him, and walked forward with his wheelchair: "One after another, as if they had been planned in advance."
Cheng Jiabai clenched his fists and tried to shake outward: "Then this child is also left by them"?
Luo Xiaoqi nodded, and didn't say anything more and walked inside with the child in his arms, this year there is no Jiang Yuan, no Shen Yeling, and Xu Man. But there was an extra child less than a year old, and the Luo family was never lonely, leaving them to spend the year together.
In the blink of an eye, the people in the troupe felt that they were not dizzy, and they should have left, Luo Xiaoqi thought that Cheng Jiabai was also as ruthless as them, but he didn't let go in the past few days, accompanied Luo Xiaoqi and the child during the day, and coaxed the child to sleep at night.
A few times Cheng Jiabai ran to Luo Xiaoqi and asked her to see how he teased the child, and from time to time he joked: "Look at it, did she treat me as a father when she was so close to me just now."
Luo Xiaoqi glanced at him helplessly, and quipped without good words: "If she recognizes you as her father, you will give her a name, anyway, I have no shortage of people who can call me aunt."
Cheng Jiabai stared at Luo Xiaoqi in a daze, and winked at Luo Xiaoqi: "I'm a father, don't you want to be a mother?"
As soon as the words fell, Luo Xiaoqi took a sip of tea, and stared at Cheng Jiabai without being salty or light, he was playing hooligan, that's okay, she was also playing: "Good son, isn't this my mother for you."
Cheng Jiabai was so anxious that he stomped on the ground a few times and said angrily: "I didn't mean that."
Seeing that the revenge was successful, Luo Xiaoqi coughed twice, and said with a serious face: "You have nothing to do with me, if you want to be a father, tell me that I will give you a girl sooner or later."
After saying that, Yi An, who was originally smiling and grinning, was a father, but after listening to Luo Xiaoqi's reprimand, he thought that he had done something wrong, so he hid in Cheng Jiabai's arms and cried in a daze, Cheng Jiabai thundered and patted her, and it took about a while before she gradually fell asleep.
Luo Xiaoqi was so noisy by this cry that she was able to surrender, and she finally stopped before she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, the two looked at each other but now it was inevitable embarrassment, Cheng Jiabai lowered his head first, and said secretly with a sad face that he didn't want to be noticed: "Sister, I know, it's my wishful thinking, and I really won't embarrass Sister anymore in the future."