Haohua stood in front of Uncle Feng with a knife, pointed the tip of the knife at him, and asked, "Why did you kill my husband?" In the face of the knife of the good flower, Uncle Feng was also speechless for a while, he did not have any bad intentions for the husband of the good flower, but only because of the miss. Faced with the question of good flowers for a while, it can also be said that there is nothing to say.

"The matter has come to this point, it has fallen into your hands, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it!" Uncle Feng said.

Uncle Feng then followed Haohua to her husband's grave, Haohua wanted to use Uncle Feng's head to pay tribute to her husband's spirit in the sky, Uncle Feng was injured for a while, and he was already beaten in Luzhen, otherwise with the ability of Haohua, it would be impossible to capture himself. But it's already here, and it's useless to say more.

Uncle Feng was lying on the grass in front of the grave, looking at the sunset, the sun was good, sprinkled on people's bodies, warm and comfortable. In the chaos of the wilderness, withered, and the woods near and far were silent, only one or two small birds chirped among them, and they did not know what they were talking about.

Haohua lay in front of her husband's grave, crying, thinking of her husband's various benefits and her own during his lifetime, and even more emotionally out of control. If it weren't for this Uncle Feng, why would her husband have fallen to such a point, so he stepped forward and slapped Uncle Feng twice in the face, otherwise, it was not enough to make himself breathe a bad breath.

At this time in the mountains, quietly, the good flower is lying in front of her husband's grave, and what about the earth-shaking life changes in front of her? Only sitting in this wilderness, facing the vastness of the sky and the misery of life, is only a tear.

Haohua took the knife in his hand, and wanted to kill this Uncle Feng, seeing that he was killed by mistake, as long as he passed this knife for a while, he would be spared. However, when she stood in front of Uncle Feng with a knife, she didn't dare for a while, she was definitely not a murderer, on the contrary, Uncle Feng couldn't stop trembling when he saw her, and laughed for a while.

At this time, Haohua remembered the day she sank into the river, if it weren't for this Uncle Feng, what would she have become? So he no longer had any hatred for it, but just whispered, "Get out." From then on, they did not owe each other. ”

After Haohua said this, he went down the mountain, and Uncle Feng, because Haohua let him go, was also quite moved for a while, and tears once slipped from his face and dripped on the ground. Haohua stayed in her own house, closed the door, couldn't face the people in the deserted village, and didn't go anywhere for a while, just sat on a chair.

The death of her husband can be said to be quite a big blow to her, without her husband, the old and young masters of the deserted village will walk by the door of the house of good flowers from time to time, and they have nothing to talk to them. What's more, because her house was too low, and the rain was pouring down, she gathered in front of the door of Haohua's house, trying to hide from the rain in her house.

In the face of these people, it was inconvenient for Hao Hua to say anything for a while, so he put those people in, and he has always been a very good person. And after these people came in, they had to inch in, and some even wanted to lie down with the good flowers, saying that the weather was so cold, and the cover of the good flowers was quite warm.

For these unreasonable demands of people, Haohua is not angry for a while, and other matters can be discussed, as for such matters, there is no room for negotiation. was angry for a while, and for the anger of good flowers, the people in the deserted village were also afraid and did not dare to provoke, otherwise, it would be quite terrifying.

On this rainy night, there were quite a few people gathered by the big house of good flowers, most of them teenagers, and there were not a few people who had been singles for many years. They appeared in front of the door of the house of good flowers, and by the faint light of the day, they played cards and told outrageous jokes.

And Haohua is lying in his own room, although he is quite disgusted by the harassment of people outside, but these people can be more or less a companion for themselves, otherwise, it is not a matter to face this long night alone. For a while, under the eaves of good flowers, in the halls, and even in some warehouses, there were people playing cards everywhere, and some people even played oh ho on a whim.

These people are all famous gangsters in the deserted village, specializing in doing those stormy things with some beautiful widows, and the romance of good flowers can also be said to be famous far and near, otherwise, they will never be sunk in the river. Fortunately, it was Uncle Feng who came to the rescue, otherwise Haohua would not have been alive at this time, right?

The heavy rain kept falling, and the deserted village, a piece of quiet, only the rain continued, falling on the desolate and remote places, and many seemed to fall on the heart of a good flower, but this sound sounded so wonderful to her, and she was intoxicated for a while, and it was also quite useful. But why is her husband gone?

The sky gradually got night, and the flower lay on the bed for a while, facing the empty bed, it was fashionable and I didn't know how to be good, it was good to have a husband on weekdays, but the husband was already old, and he was alone in the empty room. Until she lost her husband, she knew the value of her husband, but her husband was no longer there and would never be seen again.

At this time, lying in bed, facing this endless darkness, it is fashionable and I don't know what to do, and I don't know how to live the days to come. After thinking about this for a while, he let out a long sigh and gradually closed his eyes.

At this time, Haohua saw her husband quietly coming from nowhere, her face was quite haggard, and she saw that Haohua was dodging, as if she had done something unseemly. As soon as she saw her husband, Haohua was inexplicably excited at this time, and it was a wonderful thing to be able to talk to her husband.

However, for some reason, her husband did not dare to see her face, and I don't know how long it took for her to flash out of the darkness. "What's wrong with you?" Haohua asked.

However, her husband kept silent, just hid to the side, covered his face, and refused to recognize the good flower. And Haohua rushed forward at this time and hugged her husband, "What's wrong with you?" Haohua asked.

"I've come to ask you for one thing," said the flowery husband, "and can you find a way to get people not to study?" ”

"Why?" Haohua questioned, "Isn't it okay for people to read?" ”

"No, the man's reading was very harmful to me, and it made me feel terrible pain when I lay on the ground." The good flower husband said solemnly.

"Where the hell are you from?" Haohua asked with a puzzled expression.

"You don't have to ask about this, you just remember what I said, as for where I came from, you will naturally know in the future." The good flower husband replied in a desolate voice.

"Could it be that we only got together for a short time this time, and there will be no chance to meet in the future?" Good flowers are still quite puzzled, so they asked.

"Yes, I will never come to our house in the future, I have to go, but you must promise me, otherwise, I can say that I can't close my eyes over there." The good flower husband sighed helplessly.

"Okay." Haohua promised her husband.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew incessantly, some people wept incessantly, and the stones on the mountain fell rolling down, and for a time the deserted village was almost on the verge of destruction. Someone kept banging on the door of Haohua's house, as if urging someone, hearing the sound of banging on the door, Haohua's husband went out for a while, and no matter how much Haohua stayed, he couldn't stay.

"Mark my words, or I'll die." The husband of the good flower threw out a sentence like this, and then followed a man in black to gradually disappear in front of the good flower.

And at this time, a gust of wind outside the door blew the gate open, and the open door slammed shut, and the frightening sound startled Haohua for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that there was no husband left. Haohua sat on the bed, facing the great changes in her life, she could only hate the sky for a while, otherwise, why would she leave herself alone, and her husband would go without worry?

The night was thick, and there were already no pedestrians outside the door, all that was a few scoundrel teenagers lying staggered in front of their houses, not knowing what they wanted to do with themselves. However, Haohua didn't care about these things, and at this time she remembered her husband's words when he left, what did he mean to stop others from studying?

But no one in the deserted village reads. "Oh, yes, there is a man who reads, but how does this study hinder her husband?" I can't figure it out for a while.

However, his husband gave him a dream, telling him not to allow that person to study in a deserted village, which must have his reason, and he didn't want to think about it for a while, so he had to do everything possible to prevent that person from studying, otherwise, it was very likely that his husband would not be able to live in peace over there. But if you want to deal with that scholar, it's not easy to talk about it for a while!

Haohua walked out of his house, and the young man outside the door, for some reason, almost all of them left at once, so there was peace in front of his house, and there was no sound of fighting. And a bug cries incessantly in the grass, and its voice is lonely and desolate, and it is sad to smell.

On this rainy night, when the rain had stopped, and the moon seemed to be coming out of the clouds, she was in a happy mood, but she remembered her husband's words, and told herself to do everything possible to prevent the man from studying. But who is studying in the deserted village at this time?

Then he leaned against a grapefruit tree, and when he heard that there was really someone reading, he remembered the dream that his husband had just entrusted, and he was angry for a while, but he didn't know how to deal with it. For a while, I could only do this and stand in front of the door of the scholar's house, and it was not good to rush forward and cut people twice, for some reason, the good flower didn't seem to be able to do it, but in addition to cutting the scholar twice, there was really no other way to deal with it.