She was born in June, the hottest time of the year. We were in the middle of the desert, and it was so much that the stones on the ground were smoking! I waited at the door until my skin was scorched, and her mother was in pain until noon, but she just wouldn't come out! And guess what?

"Uncle Hua, you go on! Don't sell it!" Liu Wanzhi licked his lips, put down the brush in his hand, and gently shook Hua Manlou's arm. She used to occasionally change the text of the drama in Rasheng's hundred plays, but now she has another profession, but she still likes to write plays. She's thinking about writing down everyone's experiences and turning them into a play! Of course, they won't do it again.

After Hua Haitang opened the embroidery building in Zhongzhou, Hua Manlou also took it over. And Hua Manlou happened to be the only person who was proficient in actuarial accounting, so he acted as the bookkeeper of Xinxiulou.

Last night, the old man happened to be in the mood to tell them about his past, and this talk was a night.

Luo Sheng's hundreds of operas are all fatherless and motherless, only a group of brothers and sisters with each other. Suddenly, one of them had a father, and he became the father of everybody.

Therefore, Liu Wanzhi will sprinkle Jiao in front of Hua Manlou.

"Hehehe-good!" Hua Manlou patted Liu Wanzhi's hand with a smile. Suddenly, there were a large number of filial children, and he seemed to be a few years younger.

"And then it suddenly darkened, and when I looked up, there was a great deal of snow in the sky. The snow was the only one I've ever seen in my life, and the biggest one could be the size of a mat! It was at this moment that a loud cry suddenly came from her room. Hey, Begonia, she's out!"

"Good!" the crowd, who had been holding their breath for a long time, applauded. Hua Manlou also smiled and stroked his beard.

Then he recounted: "I am happy and worried about the safety of her mother and daughter. I was about to go in when a Taoist priest walked by. My heart tightened, the place where we lived was very hidden, how could outsiders come in? Could it be the chasers of the Academy Palace? My heart suddenly rose to my throat. I was on guard when the Taoist priest suddenly laughed and walked towards me. What crazy things are still in your mouth. What 'summer snow and winter thunder', what 'blessing and early death', what 'yin' and 'yang'. Anyway, it probably means that Begonia was born in the summer and snow season, and has the qi of the yin in its body, and must be a good match with the man born in the winter thunder season, otherwise it will die early. ”

Speaking of this, Hua Manlou couldn't help but slap the coffee table fiercely, obviously holding a grudge against the talkative Taoist priest. Everyone hurriedly persuaded him with good words, and scolded the Taoist priest for him, so he continued to speak.

"I was so angry that I didn't fight at the time, my baby daughter had just been born, so you just said this kind of bastard thing to my face! No matter what kind of Taoist priest you are, I have to beat you up!" Hua Manlou is a Confucian businessman, but walking in the Western Desert all the year round, it is inevitable that he will be contaminated with a bit of gangsterism, and he can't help but roll up his sleeves.

"Strange to say, I punched it and it missed. I fell the ground myself. I got up and turned my head again to see that the Taoist priest was gone. Only one poem was left in the same place, which was called ...... It's called, what's it called?"

Hua Manlou sat on the Taishi's chair and meditated, and everyone was looking forward to it. It's just that I waited for a long time, but there was no movement in Huamanlou.

"Uncle Hua?" Liu Bai called softly. But there was a slight snoring sound from the Taishi's chair.

Everyone was in for a smile. After Liu Wanzhi put on a big coat for Hua Manlou, he cleaned up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and beckoned everyone to quietly retreat.

It's just that she missed a piece of paper on the table.

The breeze was naughty, and rolled the yellowed paper out of the window lattice, revealing a few graceful little letters.

Tsing Yi Thirteen - Begonia Biography

The delicate incense burner spat out the last breath of incense, and the red candle finally cried out its last tears. The dresser is littered with delicate rouge tablets.

A young woman in a red wedding dress and a phoenix crown was reclining against the window, let the faint morning mist and coolness gradually infect. Her makeup is extremely rich, the corners of her eyebrows are delicate like glaze, and her thin lips are as bright as peach blossoms. But there was no sparkle in her beautiful, yet empty and mournful eyes, like a living dead.

At this moment, he should hug his newlywed wife and sleep in the big red incense quilt!

She knew that every time she thought of him, her heart would be like a knife, but she still couldn't help but torture herself again and again.

"Xi'er, refill another incense burner for me!" she said suddenly, and then laughed again.

Xi'er is now thousands of miles away, go to join him......

She shook her head slightly, controlling her thoughts, and staggered to her feet to light the incense.

"Okay!" the crisp response made her slightly stunned.

"Xi'er, you ......" Haitang looked at the petite body that was jumping and busy, a little dazed.

Xi'er seemed to suddenly remember something, and stopped what she was doing: "Ah, that's right, Miss, you'd better go and see Bai Gongzi, Sister Taotao just brought him back, and he was lying in her room, he was seriously injured......!"

"Huh?" Haitang didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't have time to respond to Xi'er, so she quickly bypassed the entrance and pushed open the door and entered the room where she was dying. Their rooms were connected, separated only by an unlocked paper door.

When Begonia came in, Xiao Xiao was healing Bai Yu's injuries.

She sat on the edge of the bed, letting Bai Yu's head rest on her lap, carefully tearing open the shredded clothes that were wrapped around his back.

The shocking wound made Haitang a little dizzy, and when she saw Bai Yu's empty left arm, she was even more shocked.

She had too many questions to ask, but what she wanted to do more was to hold him tightly in her arms.

But she didn't dare.

"Sister—" she said amurally.

"You've come just in time. The wounds on his body were too large and had to be stitched up. You embroider well, come on!" Xiao Xiao looked much calmer, she glanced at the wedding dress on Begonia's body, and lowered her head to continue to clean the rubble in Bai Yu's wound.

"Another basin of water!" Begonia commanded without raising his head. Xi'er got up when she heard this, picked up the basin of water that had been dyed red, and left, an action she had repeated no less than ten times.

Begonia's hand is much more stable than before. Her intelligence and talent are on full display at this moment. Although she has only worked as a female worker on silk, after figuring out the trick, the skin and flesh are the same.

Bai Yu had woken up in pain and fainted several times, the white sheets were stained with blood, and they were washed out of different shades of lines by the sweat like a waterfall, like splashing ink paintings. He pressed Bai Yu's body to prevent him from struggling unconsciously, making it difficult for Begonia to get a needle.

Haitang originally wanted to stitch two stitches at will, so as not to cause Bai Yu to suffer more. But under the strict requirements of the untimely death, her stitches are fine and steady.

Finally, Begonia tied a delicate knot, ending this nightmare that was torturous for both of them. She washed her hands in the basin and wiped the blood from Bai Yu's back with a clean cloth.

A total of 681 stitches. The slender hand stroked the hideous scar, trembling slightly.

She hadn't closed her eyes all night, and she had spent too much energy on it. She was about to get up to wash her face and sober up, but a warm hand gently tugged at the hem of her skirt.

"Thank you...... Xie ......" Bai Yu gasped softly, his pale lips barely hooked, and he seemed to be smiling.