My actor does not believe in evil

Chapter 816 [Fan Wai] Begonia Tears (End)
Rumors are like knives, but Haitang doesn't care about it. No matter how outsiders think of her, it is not enough to change her life.

But the master looked at her indifferently day after day.

The scars on her face were like unbearable filth, every time the master saw him, he would unconsciously look away, and then she almost never saw the master.

In the beginning, it was the brothers who often came to see her, but after a long time, she became very rare. She was like a lonely ghost in this west building, and no one wanted to provoke her.

Her face was broken, as if everything else was broken, Haitang stood in front of the window, tidying up the Dian Cui Tou Noodles that the master gave her, she might not have a chance to wear them for opera.

"Run slowly, don't fall, the master will be scolding later."

There was a call from outside the house, and Haitang's thoughts were interrupted. She went to the door and opened it to look out. The door opened, and a five or six-year-old girl fell headfirst. Haitang hurriedly helped her up.

"Thanks--"

The little girl raised her head to express her thanks. Before she could finish the word thank you, she saw the hideous scar on Haitang's face, she was so frightened that she backed away several times.

"Ah, monster."

"Don't talk nonsense, apologize to Senior Sister."

The little girl couldn't choose what to say, just after she finished speaking, Chuntao, who was chasing after her, covered her mouth and looked at Haitang apologetically.

"It's okay, I don't care about children's words. But this sister looks strange, is the master's new apprentice?"

Haitang shook her head, but still turned her face sideways to avoid the scar on her face.

"Yeah, I just came here a few days ago."

Chuntao nodded vaguely, the little girl regained her composure at this moment, her eyes brightened as she stood beside Chuntao.

"My name is Tangli. The master praised me for my talent, and I will definitely be the head of the family in the future."

Tangli said it happily, but Haitang's ears were somewhat stinging when these words fell into her ears.

"Master is looking for you, let's go there quickly, he should be angry in a while."

Chuntao was a little embarrassed, and after greeting Haitang, she took Tangli and left in a hurry.

Seeing the backs of the two walking away, Haitang sighed leisurely.

The begonias are all in bloom, the wild begonias are in bloom, she is here, after all, it is the begonia that has withered and passed the flowering period.

After Tangli came, the building seemed to be bustling again. Haitang had sneaked a few times to peek at her. The master treated Tangli very well, just like how he treated her before.

Haitang no longer wanted to stay, she packed up some things and left secretly. She didn't touch the things the master gave her, but took away a hairpin as a souvenir.

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When Haitang said this, she couldn't help sighing. After leaving the Mengchun class, her life really went on a wandering road. During those turbulent years, how could her life be easier for a woman who ruined her appearance? .

"What happened after that? What happened after you left?"

The story stopped suddenly, Geng Le spoke anxiously, Haitang told the story eloquently, everything in the story seemed to be right in front of his eyes, thinking that the one who suffered was his sweetheart, he couldn't help feeling sour.

"What kind of good life can a woman have? Pingcheng's life is stable, and I don't know what suffering is until I leave the city. Apart from singing, I have no other skills. I rely on singing to earn some money. Later, a kind man The troupe took me in, and I wandered around with the troupe.

But the world is not always safe, wars are everywhere, and the theater troupe can't continue, so another person continues to wander. "

As Haitang said, she looked at Geng Le, seeing that Geng Le's eyes were reddened and he looked like he was about to cry, and the sadness dissipated, she stretched out her hand to pick his chin.

"Why, aren't you afraid of me?"

"Who, who is afraid of you? It's a joke that I, a big man, would be afraid of you."

Geng Le scratched his neck, recalling how he was frightened before, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh, aren't you afraid? Then let me check if your heart is beating fast."

Haitang smiled and stretched out his hand, and the image of the female ghost pulling out her heart suddenly popped up in Geng Le's mind. He wanted to hide instinctively, but when he thought of Haitang, he held back again, and he grabbed Haitang's hand and put it in his heart.

"Jumping fast is also because you are too close to me, I am a little excited."

Geng Le resumed his glib tone, Haitang glared at him and withdrew his hand, thought about it and continued talking.

Most of the stories are clichés, and life is nothing but fate.

Haitang was robbed halfway, and returned to Pingcheng by accident, but Pingcheng is not the safe place it used to be, and now there is almost no safe place.

Mengchun Troupe still sang all night long, but the tune was inevitably tinged with melancholy, Haitang dared not go back, and inquired about some things about Mengchun Troupe, but things were not satisfactory.

Meng Chuntang was arrested, and now the Mengchun Class belongs to Commander Guo who just entered Pingcheng. The Commander likes to listen to music, and often takes people to have fun in the Mengchun Class, but their pleasure-seeking is not listening to operas. as simple as that.

Haitang couldn't bear Mengchun class to be ruined like this, but she had no skills, and she was just a vulgar servant who was picked up and brought home.

There was another war in Pingcheng, Commander Guo was defeated, and new people came in. This new commander is a rough man, and he can't understand those romantic things the most. He sent someone to throw a fire at Mengchun Ban .

When the fire broke out, Haitang rushed into the scene of the fire. There were still many people in the Mengchun class. The fire was mixed with crying, and Haitang thought of Meng Chuntang again. He said that no matter what, the Mengchun class must be saved. The building is gone. , people have to keep it.

Haitang rushed into the fire scene to save people. She didn't know how many times she went in, and finally lost her strength. She seemed to see the courtyard full of begonias blooming just in time. The master stood not far away and waved to her. If time can stop How nice it would be in that moment.

The story is not a wonderful one, Haitang couldn't help laughing at herself as she said that, if it were now, she probably wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

"I'm so stupid. They didn't look for me all these years after I left, but I rushed to save people. It's ridiculous to think about it now."

In the past, Haitang relied entirely on her admiration for Meng Chuntang, perhaps not even love, but the blind worship of a relatively powerful person in such a background of the times.

Ever since she woke up, Haitang has been thinking about this question, and now she finally sees her heart clearly.

"That's it?"

After listening to the story, Geng Le's expression was a bit complicated. The story seems to be a bit unfinished. When Hai Tang returned to Pingcheng, shouldn't she have some stories with her master?Why did you die to save someone without even seeing each other once?
"What else do you want?"

Haitang stretched out her hand and tapped Geng Le's head, but subconsciously turned her eyes away.

There are stories, but she doesn't know if those are her illusions.

Before the fire broke out, Haitang heard that the master had been released, so she secretly went to Mengchun's class to see him. Meng Chuntang suddenly seemed to have aged a lot, and was very different from the person in his memory who was always Jiyue Qingfeng. Some dare not admit it.

Meng Chuntang followed a little girl, and Haitang vaguely recognized that it was Tangli, his new disciple. Tangli had grown up a lot, and her appearance became more and more beautiful, but life was difficult, and her body was inevitably stained with some melancholy. Haitang Looking at her, she felt a little familiar, as if she was somewhat similar to himself.

Being adopted at a similar age, and given a similar name, perhaps Meng Chuntang thought she was a little different.

Delusion is like a poisonous weed, it grows uncontrollably at the beginning, Haitang almost wanted to rush in and ask Meng Chuntang, but she didn't have the courage after all.

On the day of the fire, she rushed into the scene of the fire to rescue people. Meng Chuntang was not there. She saw Tangli who was tied up in the yard. When she got closer, the similar feeling became more and more obvious. The only difference was that her face was still beautiful.

The fire was blazing, and Haitang couldn't help thinking that if the flames burned that pretty face, would the master touch her head kindly, teach her to read and sing, and call her "Tang'er" affectionately?

Seeing Tangli's painful appearance, Haitang felt strangely happy. If she died, there would only be one Tang'er in this world.

Even though she was thinking so badly, she pushed Tangli away when the fire broke the pillar and she became the one under the rubble.

When the fire was burning, she felt that this was fine, and there was no other pain except a little pain.

"No, it's nothing, I just feel a little reconciled, you can leave them alone, you can live a selfish life."

Geng Le waved his hand, he felt a little aggrieved after hearing this story, Haitang did nothing wrong but got such a result, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"I didn't really sacrifice in vain at the beginning. After a hundred years, my soul is still alive. I can still have such a cultivation. There must be someone who worships me devoutly. It is rare to be remembered for 100 years. But I have no experience in life in my previous life. , living a bit sloppy, I have to live a good life in this life."

Haitang shook her head, and stayed with Yunwu and the others for a while. She learned a lot. A soul like her does not have such power. Someone must worship her devoutly. Her merits and beliefs are so strong. Who would remember her? It goes without saying that she didn't save people in vain after all.

"Anyway, it's a good loss."

Geng Le was still a little unwilling. If he had been born 100 years earlier, he would definitely not let Haitang suffer so much!

"It's not a loss. If I didn't have these, I wouldn't have met you. If you are not afraid of ghosts, would you like to be with me?"

Haitang chuckled, she had a rough life in her previous life, she should enjoy it in this life, it's not bad to have a relationship first.

"Okay, okay, I'm not racist, but you can't scare me, I'm cowardly."

Geng Le nodded again and again, stretched out his arms and hugged Haitang, he felt something was wrong after hugging for a while, why is Haitang so hot?

"fool."

Haitang chuckled, and the reincarnation stone slowly circulated in her body, reshaping the blood, hair and skin, and endowing her with real "life".

In this life, she wants to live a good life!
(End of this chapter)