It was raining outside, and I sat quietly on a stool by myself, and there was no one outside, only the ticking of raindrops. My voice couldn't sing anymore, and I was burned by the master with a pipe.

That night, I got the bad news: Lin Zhu died. He was shot dead with an arrow while fleeing. I couldn't cry like I could. The sky in the theater is always dark and foggy, and there is no sunny day.

A few people outside were shouting and scolding, and they dragged me out of the house, and in the rain I punched and kicked me, and a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of my mouth, and one of the men scolded: "Get up! Tomorrow is our father's birthday day, and you bullshit can't be lazy! Hurry up and practice well for Lao Tzu! You're ugly!" Spat at me, "Phew! It's unlucky!" They walked away, leaving me alone to weep in the rain. In the rain, dozens of servants hurriedly walked towards the north gate with one person in a cluster. I know him, the first person in the theater, he is a woman with sleeves and a woman's face, and he sings and makes our hearts ache.

In the rain and fog, a short figure came slowly, leaning on crutches, and shouted over there: "Is it Tai'er?" "It's my most beloved grandma! I saw that she didn't stand still and fell in the rain, and I struggled to get up, soaking wet, and crawled to Grandma. A few of her teeth had been knocked out, and they were all gone, and her feet could no longer walk, and they were broken. My heart was broken, and I hugged my grandmother and cried to death. Grandma comforted me: "I can't live long in this old life, you are still young, not worth ......"

"Dead old woman! You get up for me! Who told you to help him!" A shout came from the north gate.

It is a sleeve. He rushed over and snatched the cane, laughing maniacally.

"Looking for death, huh? Come on, drag her to the pool!" The delicate face of the sleeve was cruel and merciless in the rain. Dozens of servants came running from the north gate and dragged Grandma away, and since then, I have never seen her again, she is gone.

My dearest person is no longer in this world.

I have never hated anyone in my life, only the reckless person makes me hate it to the core.

He is the most favored official in the North Grand Opera Palace, just because of his beauty and charming, the people here have a bad affection for him, and Huai Sleeve took this opportunity to do nonsense and killed many people. He was a madman, completely mad, and I secretly saw him murderous, and I couldn't sleep all night, afraid that he would kill me one day.

We don't have women here, and the men who are servants have gone crazy except for me, who have some pathetic rationality. It's a harsh reality.

"Botai, are you alright?" A voice pulled me out of the unreal. I looked up and saw that it was Chen Baolian.

"He, he killed Grandma......" I cried out loud and pounced on Chen Baolian.

"What?" He was startled and took ten steps back.

"He's a !! animal" Chen Baolian pointed in the direction of the north gate and scolded.

I pulled him over and shook my head. Telling him not to do this will alarm the madman.

Chen Baolian couldn't say anything, so she got up and helped me up.

Pauline is the most powerful servant here, he is dignified, and he is the man he wants the most. I am disgusted with his unreasonable thinking, he is a complete madman!

"Botai, sing for the master tomorrow, be careful." Chen Baolian pulled me over.

"I'm afraid people will look at it." I subconsciously ducked to the side. I didn't know that the murderous eyes under Lao Huai looked down on the wolf.

Huai Sleeve grabbed Lao Huai, blood oozed from his hands, and drop by drop fell in the rain...

Pauline walked back with me with an umbrella.

He sat directly under the old locust tree, and the rain was heavy, so he didn't go back, waiting for Baolian to pick it up. The rain dripped down the side of his sleeve, and he was cloaked, staring at the two who had passed with scarlet eyes.