My Death God Roommate

The three of Mu Rong were watching fascinated, but the scrolling suddenly "failed".

"Yanyan, what's wrong?"

"Um...nothing, do you want to keep watching?"

"Why don't you watch it? Qin Huai'an can't communicate now. Only when we understand her past can we better help her fulfill her wish."

"OK then."

The picture was restored, and Sang Yu let out an exclamation.

Su Sifang put his hands together and closed his eyes.

Mu Rong was startled for a while, then a suspicious red appeared on his cheeks, and he looked away.

On the screen, two women who haven't got a strand are hugging each other emotionally.

The protagonists are Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng.

The movements of the two are very young and cautious, but it is not difficult to see from their eyes that they are both moved.

Since Luo Ruyan plays Qin Huai'an's memory, the axis of the painting also takes Qin Huai'an as the first perspective.

Zhuang Diemeng raised a pair of jade arms and put his arms around Qin Huaian's neck, his eyes filled with affection.

"Huai'an~"

"Fluttershy."

Luo Ruyan explained: "Qin Huaian's soul body is too weak, and the memory begins to fall apart. I can only read her most unforgettable memories, basically these pictures, do you still want to watch it?"

Sang Yu's heart was beating violently, and the woman's touching and suspicious rhythmic sound was heard from the scroll, stimulating her eardrums.

Her gaze fell on Mu Rong. She wanted to take a peek, but she didn't expect that Mu Rong was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other under such a background music.

"Ah!" Sang Yu cried out shyly, covering his face, but Mu Rong was a little at a loss.

Sang Yu is okay. Although I haven't experienced it personally, I have learned a little bit through various channels.

But Mu Rong was different. She became a bad guy at the age of ten, and was taken away from Xipu and Aipu. From then on, she lived a simple life. She did not use the Internet and rarely watched TV. The way to understand the outside world was mostly through newspapers, and Hao Jiefang's conversation, and what he sees every day.

But this kind of thing will not be written in the newspaper!

Two women, unexpectedly... Can the same be true?

At the moment he met Sang Yu, Mu Rong felt his heart stop beating for a few seconds and his brain went blank.

"Smoke, stop letting go!"

"It's what you have to watch, and what's the matter? It's just a combination of Yin and Yin. In our Demon Realm, this is a faster way to grow your cultivation base than Yin and Yang."

"Smoke!"

"Okay, okay~ I see." The light on the scroll dimmed again, and Sang Yu did not dare to urge.

Luo Ruyan's voice sounded again: "Qin Huaian's soul body is too weak, and the memory is disappearing, let me sort it out and pick out the most important memory for you to see."

After a few more minutes, the scroll bar lights up again.

Sang Yu and Mu Rong suppressed the weird feeling in their hearts and looked at the scroll attentively. They knew: With Qin Huai'an so weak, this last picture must record Qin Huai'an's most important memories.

As soon as the picture changed, another three years passed.

Qin Huai'an and Zhuang Diemeng are already famous characters. They are no longer the characters that anyone can invite. If you want to pay enough for a general theater, it depends on the mood of these two.

Jiu Ye was also very polite to them.

The house was changed again, it was several times the size of the previous one, and the two lived together dignifiedly and declared to the outside world that it was for better practice.

Outside, the war concerning the survival of the flower-planting nation has started, but there are still many high-ranking officials who are confident, enjoying singing and dancing in the "peace zone" in the rear, and making some war fortune.

Qin Huaian is nineteen years old, and she is already an old girl at this age.

Although the actor is a ninth-rate profession, it's harmless to marry home and be a concubine.

Jiuye moved the garden to the south of the Yangtze River, and repeated the old tricks, and once again approached a big tree. This man was the adjutant of a certain senior general in the Chinese Communist Party, Mr. Qin.

When Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng are on stage, he must be there.

This Mr. Qin is a romantic figure. He stayed abroad and was reused after returning to China. He was over forty and married his wife Liufang.

He took a fancy to Qin Huai'an, and every time he made his shots, he was rewarded by dozens of oceans. He was not stingy with precious jewelry.

And let out a word, Qin Huaian is his Mr. Qin's person, the wife of the seventh room who has not passed the door.

A cloud of clouds shrouded the Qin's small courtyard, and Zhuang Diemeng had not spoken to Qin Huaian for several days.

On the second day after Mr. Qin released the words, Zhuang Diemeng moved to the wing alone, and when he was on stage, he threw off Qin Huaian and sang "Daiyu Burning Manuscript" alone.

That day, Qin Huaian was standing at the entrance of the backstage, watching Lin Daiyu fragrantly disappearing, heartbroken.

In the evening, Qin Huaian stood in front of Zhuang Diemeng's room all night, and the red candle in the room also burned all night, but he did not see Zhuang Diemeng opening the door.

The picture on the reel became messy again, Luo Ruyan explained: "Qin Huai'an is running out of time, I will try my best."

Mu Rong and Sang Yu looked at the scrolls and sighed together, each with emotion.

"Yanyan, what happened, I can roughly guess it, you pick some important memories."

"it is good."

Mr. Qin hired Jiu Ye, and the five thousand Yuan Xian Da Yang used a pole to pick Huai Mengyuan. Such a heavy sum of money was only for hiring an actor, which was enough to make a sensation.

The children in the circle have never seen so much money in their lives. Looking at the two baskets full of Yuan's head, there are envious and longing views, and Qin Huaian's figure is extremely tall in their hearts.

Jiuye held Qin Huaian's life and death agreement in his hands, and Jiuye nodded in all major events.

Although he was a little reluctant to part with Qin Huai'an, he thought that Qin Huai'an will be twenty next year, and if he is old and yellow, he can make this money and then climb up the big tree of Mr. Qin. Why not have a new role?

After figuring out this hurdle, Jiu Ye accepted the offer with a smile, and handed Qin Huaian's life and death agreement to the steward.

Qin Huaian learned the news and came to Zhuang Diemeng's door again. This time she slammed open the door and saw Zhuang Diemeng who was sitting on the bed and weeping sadly.

She sat by the bed and looked at Zhuang Diemeng Lihua's thin face with rain, and her heart hurt. Zhuang Mengdie was like a puppet with a string, motionless, her eyes hollow.

Qin Huaian put Zhuang Diemeng in his arms: "Xiaodie, don't you understand my heart?"

"Your heart? What's the use of your heart, and what's the use of my heart? We are just two low lives. We can't even decide our own life and death. What's the use of our heart?"

Qin Huaian laughed, and dropped a kiss on Zhuang Diemeng's forehead: "Do you remember the fifth sister?"

Zhuang Diemeng fell silent: "Remember."

"Tomorrow you will leave. I have prepared for you. I have found Jiuye, and I have to get back your life and death agreement. It has already been burned. From then on you are free."

"Why is Jiuye willing to give it to you?"

"I'm not a little actor to let him handle it now. I will marry into the Qin family on the fifteenth of next month. Besides, I have given him all the belongings I have saved over the years, and he will always give me some face. "

The tears that Zhuang Diemeng had just stopped streaming out again, crying sadly nestled in Qin Huaian's arms, she couldn't help beating with her powder fist: "What is the use if I want to be free?"

"Xiaodie, are you afraid of death?"

"Oh, this world? It's better to die."

"Let's elope, just like the fifth sister back then."

...

Zhuang Diemeng moved out of Qin's house. Mr. Qin sent someone to "protect" Qin Huaian's house, but he did not prevent Zhuang Diemeng from leaving.

"Xiaodie, you have to go. My house is already surrounded. Take your entanglement and find a place to hide first. Don't tell anyone, don't give me a letter. The date is set on the fifteenth of next month, and I will get it. The last chance to bid farewell to the stage, the self-proclaimed surname Qin, will definitely agree! If you can make a final sum of money, Jiuye will definitely make a lot of publicity. When you hear my letter on stage, you will wait outside the small temple 15 miles outside the city. Me, we go far and high!"

That night, Qin Huaian and Zhuang Diemeng got back together and slept in the same place again. They talked all night, discussing where to leave the garden, what to do to earn a living, and how to live in the future. It was not until Dongfang Lubai fell asleep. go with.

When the picture turned, the night was dark and the wind was high, and Qin Huaian dressed in Jia Baoyu's costume and hid under the osmanthus tree outside the small temple 15 miles outside the city.

She squatted on the ground, tightening her body as hard as possible, her body trembling slightly.

The three people outside the scroll also became nervous, praying that this "elopement" could be successful.

But... Qin Huaian waited until dawn, and Zhuang Diemeng did not appear.

On the scroll, this night was just a few breaths, but Mu Rong could feel all the anxiety and despair of Qin Huaian.

Mr. Qin's Seventh Aunt was missing, and there were military police everywhere in the city, and Qin Huaian could not go back.

At dawn, she looked towards the end of the road: "Xiaodie, did I come late, or did you not come? Sorry, you are afraid you can't wait for me, and I... can't wait for you."

Qin Huaian sat under the tree and babbled and sang:

Sister Lin...I'm late!

Jin Yu’s good fate deceived me,

Kill my sister's soul to Li Hentian.

...

Fluttershy, if there is another life.

Qin Huaian missed the people she wanted to stay together for life. She was penniless and underground, and she had deep fears for Jiuye and Mr. Qin.

If it weren't for Xiaodie, she would have no courage to run away.

The scene of the fifth sister being shaved in public and interrupting her waist is deeply imprinted in the soul of the young man, and she will never forget it for a lifetime.

Fluttershy did not come, or did Fluttershy come and didn't wait for her? Qin Huaian is more willing to believe in the latter.

She knew: Mr. Qin is a decent person, even if she goes back, waiting for her will be more terrible than death, endless torture.

Fear and despair destroyed Qin Huaian's will.

After singing a song, she stepped back towards Guishu for a certain distance, ran with all her strength, and hit the laurel tree outside the small temple of 15 miles.

The author has something to say: This story of the Republic of China is over, and there is one more point in the next chapter, which is an important clue for the following article.