Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Qinghuan went to n city and found a job to sing songs. Guests can enjoy more. She can get 20 oceans a month, which is enough for her to live well in n city.

I get up early every day. When it's time to wait for work in the team, I sing when I have work. If I don't live, I stay below for a day. I can learn a few delicate and soft Wunong soft words more or less. I go back to the small room at night and hum and compose music by myself, so that I can go on stage for emergency when I don't sing one day.

Such a life of going out early and returning late is very tired, but it is an unprecedented peace of mind. Whenever she listens to the Wu language that she has become proficient day by day and feels the crisp sound of silver dollars in her palm, she feels that there is hope for the future. As long as there is no accident, she will be able to live here all the time.

But sometimes fate likes to joke with her so much.

In the early summer of 1918, Qinghuan came to n city for three months. Her life and work had just improved. As a result, a plane fell from the sky and smashed her small yard into pieces.

She rented the small yard. Before signing, the landlord told her clearly whether it was rented or sold. Once it was damaged, it would be compensated according to the price.

Qinghuan looked at the man hanging on the top of his own tree. He couldn't help feeling sad and sighed. It was a nice small yard with two entrances. As a result, Shengsheng was hit by a plane. The wall fell down and there was a huge pit in the yard. When Qinghuan just went in, the sparks and lightning crackled.

"Long time no see, Jung." Qinghuan looked up at him and said hello to him helplessly.

I don't know whether he was stunned or hurt. After watching Qinghuan for a long time, he didn't say anything. His head tilted and fainted.

Qinghuan also wants to faint as soon as she closes her eyes, but she can't. She has to face the landlord's rainstorm like cross examination and bleeding compensation.

Qinghuan invited the landlord out, turned to the doctor, tossed until midnight, and then looked at the only intact bed in the whole yard.

She felt that she was really accurate. She was a fool. She fed all the white eyed wolves. When the wolf came, she didn't know to hide away. She was in a hurry to collect hair for people.

Qinghuan didn't want to see him at all, but he couldn't throw him out. He had to pick a still intact room and clean up a bed.

The next morning, Qinghuan practiced her voice as usual. When she went out and glanced at the bed, she still didn't wake up in her original position. She stopped thinking of buying him breakfast, turned around and locked the yard and went out.

Although it is meaningless to lock the yard like this, locking the door is not only an attitude, but also a sense of ritual of life. Only when these trivial details are piled up, she will really feel that she has escaped the dark life like a canary.

At the end of the day's hard work, Qinghuan habitually bought a pancake and didn't chew it. When he remembered that there were still people at home, he bought another one and covered it in his arms.

Qinghuan ate while walking, and ate the pancakes before he got home. She didn't dare to think of such randomness and rudeness before, but only after staying in Nanjing for three months, she felt as if she had been integrated with the city. Her body was still the delicate and weak Qinghuan, but her words and deeds were rough, simple and fierce, just like a Parthenocissus that broke free from her cage. As long as she was given time, she could climb all over the wall, Lush, more vigorous and lively than any flower and leaf.

Qinghuan opened the door and entered the house. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Jung sitting in the yard, pale and sharp in his eyes.

After Qinghuan's action, Jung recognized her and was stunned. He didn't know how to react.

Qinghuan was not used to such a straightforward look from CHIGUO. He coughed gently and diverted his attention, "you're awake."

Then he threw the pancake in his arms to him, "eat, your dinner."

Jung subconsciously caught it. His dry lips moved a few times and said hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

Compared with a year ago, Qinghuan seems dimmer and thinner now. She has a plain face facing the sky. She doesn't have a beautiful skirt on her body and no other pearls on her head. She wears a gray cheongsam and steps on a pair of soft soled shoes of the same color. Standing under the eaves, the whole person sinks a lot.

"If you can be here, I can't?" Qinghuan glanced. "You crashed the yard. Remember to repair it before you go."

After a pause, he remembered his refusal when he took the money clip and hissed, "if there is cash, it's better to lose money."