My Death God Roommate

The picture turns.

In a dimly lit small room, steaming water vapor rises, and in the tub sits the girl Xiaoyao brought back by the nine masters late at night. The young Qin Huai'an is bathing the girl with a net cloth in his hands. She is not Qin Huai at this time. Ann, just eleven in the theater.

Fingers crossed the jagged ribs, Eleven's movements were gentle, and he said with pity: "You are so thin."

The girl suffocated her mouth, said nothing. She was shocked for eleventh time, and then lightly moved again, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

"Um~ a little bit."

"Then I will be lighter."

The girl is skinny like a small bean sprout, when she rubs her body, she can touch every bone of her.

While eating, the girl looked at the bowl of wild vegetables and Huang Momo in front of her and swallowed her saliva, picked up the Momo and drank it, staring at the Momo in the bowl, and did not dare to take it.

On the eleventh, the steamed bun was opened, and the softer part in the center was taken out and handed to Xiaoyao: "You can drink a few mouthfuls and fill it in, otherwise your body will not be able to stand it.

"Thank you."

Eleven smiled, broke the remaining yellow steamed bun into small pieces, soaked it in the wild vegetables, then picked up his bowl and ate it.

Xiaoyao has been hungry for too long. She only ate a small bowl and couldn't eat anymore. She stuffed her mouth mechanically while secretly wiped her tears.

In such an age, being able to eat a full meal is a great gift, and wasting food is going to be a cane.

Even if her stomach was already swollen and trembling, she didn't dare to stop.

Suddenly, a nice hand appeared in his eyes, took her bowl away, and poured the steamed bun and the remaining wild vegetables into his bowl.

Xiaoyao looked at the people around her with tears in her eyes, eleven smiled embarrassedly, and said apologetically: "I haven't eaten enough, so you can give me some. Whenever you are extremely hungry, I will pay you back."

After eating, it was time to train, and the twelve children were pulled into the yard.

The summer practice is dormant, winter practice is 39; Jiuye believes that the worse the weather, the more one can exercise a person's will, even if the yard is drifting with heavy snow and dripping water into ice, the course will never be interrupted.

In a corner of the yard, Xiaoyao's heart-piercing cry was heard. Due to malnutrition, Xiaoyao's legs were not "straight", and there was a small gap between his legs. Such a figure is absolutely impossible.

She was pressed on the bench with her legs together. The hemp rope as thick as her fingers started from the ankle and was tightly twisted in circles, tied to the bench until it reached her thigh.

Eleven couldn’t help looking at the corner, and with a "click", the water bowl on top of her head fell off, and she hit three rattan sticks on her back. She lay on the ground and grinned. Not dare, she even crawled and grabbed a new bowl on her head, and thanked the person who beat her.

There was a hot pain behind her, but Eleven was worried about Xiaoyao. It would be difficult for Xiaoyao to pinch two or two pieces of meat on her body. Will the rope break her leg?

At night, Eleven and Xiaoyao slept in a quilt, and the north wind roared outside the window, and the cold wind went into the room along the window and into the quilt!

The two of them are the youngest, they are late to get started. They sleep on the kang in summer and on the kang in winter. When they are here, the fire under them is almost cold.

Eleven Cold's teeth trembled and hugged Xiao Yao in his arms to warm each other, but a dampness came from his neck.

"Yao, why are you crying?"

Xiaoyao shrank in her eleventh arms, suppressed the sobbing, whispered and replied: "Eleventh, I hurt, my leg hurts."

Eleven got into the quilt, rubbed his legs for Xiao Yao for a while, gritted his teeth and then took off his jacket, wrapped Xiao Yao's legs in it, shivered with cold, and hugged Xiao Yao quickly. .

The two of them were resting on a pillow, and eleven pasted Xiaoyao’s ears and comforted them softly: "It was all like this at the beginning. Forbearance will pass. You are still young. After a few years, you will be more relaxed. The Lord said that we are all fate, and those who survived the death survived, it is also our good fortune, and we will be on the stage in the future and become horns; this life will no longer have to worry."

"What is a horn?"

"Jiao'er is... you can sleep in a single room, turn on a small stove, sing well and have a big circle!"

"I can't."

"Who said that your eyebrows are very good-looking, when you grow up, it must be..."

"Ahem!" A warning cough came from the head of the Kang, and the eleven and Xiaoyao immediately silenced, and the eleven hugged Xiaoyao tightly and wrapped the quilt tightly: "Go to sleep."

"Hmm~"

As spring passes and autumn comes, eight years have passed in a hurry.

Xiaoyao, oh no, she is no longer Xiaoyao, and a newcomer has arrived in the garden, and Xiaoyao became twelve.

As expected in the eleventh year, the twelve generations became more and more exciting. Due to congenital deficiency, the twelfth body is not good, but this weak willow posture is very much like sister Lin.

It's a pity that for eight years, the 11th and the 12th have been working hard, but they have never been able to wait for the opportunity to come on stage. The market for Yue Opera is too small. Compared with other operas, Yue Opera is just a child who learns words.

Jiuye took them to the north and south, and they could only perform a few shows wherever they went. Naturally, the opportunity to go on stage was given to the older sisters first.

Eleven and Twelve are a pair of bound students. Because Twelve’s temperament is too special, they can only sing a few "A Dream of Red Mansions". The fifth and sixth sisters in front are also good at singing this. Has a small reputation.

Twelve feels guilty, but Twelve doesn't care. She is satisfied with a place to live and eat.

At least you can't see the beacon of war in the garden, and you don't have to worry about being caught and sold to pickled land.

The elder sisters in front were either sent out to marry by Jiuye when they were old, or they already had their own room.

Eleven and twelfth are also considered to have gotten their heads out. Although they still sleep in the bunk, they have the treatment of "Kang head palm lamp". Winter is not so cold, but they still like to hug each other and whisper at night, even if the voice is slightly No one dared to complain.

The garden is about to move again, and Jiuye said that he would take them to Penglai to hit his luck. There is a big man there. If he can get into the blue eyes of his old man, he won't worry about not having a show.

On the eve of the move, something happened, which indirectly changed the fate of 11th and 12th.

The fifth sister eloped with someone!

The other party is the little steward of the local theater. The fifth sister is on stage, he must be there, one come and two, the two of them see the right eye, and they have a private relationship. The fifth and sixth sisters have their own small courtyard, which was nothing.

But according to Jiuye's temperament, the garden will never come back again.

The fifth sister fainted and eloped with the man with the private money she had saved in the past few years.

As a result, he was arrested by Jiuye overnight. That day, Jiuye summoned everyone, including several sisters who already had private houses.

The fifth sister's face was shaved in public and her waist was interrupted.

Jiu Ye said: "You all the cheap hoofs I picked up and bought them back! According to the life and death document, my life is held in Lao Tzu's hands and stays in the garden for his duty, and he is not famous at his age. Kindhearted, I will find someone for you, but if the Lord praises you, but you tear down the platform? This is the end!"

There was no sound in the garden, and the blood-covered fifth sister was pulled out by a cart and never returned.

Is the fifth sister dead or alive?no one knows.

Jiu Ye pointed to Eleven with his hand: "You will be called Qin Huaian from now on. This time you will pair up with Caiyi in Penglai and sing "A Dream of Red Mansions"."

Within a few days, the problem reappeared. Jia Baoyu was half a head shorter than Lin Daiyu?How does this work?

Qin Huai'an bit her scalp and knelt on the ground: "Master Jiu, Huai'an has been playing with Twelve before. She has a good figure and a solid foundation. Would you like to see it?"

Qin Huaian felt Liu Jie Caiyi's bitter gaze, she did not dare to look up, but stubbornly knelt on the ground without changing her words.

After seeing the twelfth figure, Jiu Ye clapped his hands and praised: This is how he came out of the book.

On the spot, he gave the name Zhuang Diemeng, the name of the eleven, when the garden was in Qinhuai area at that time, and Jiuye took it casually.

But Zhuang Diemeng is different, taking the meaning of Zhouzhuang's dream of butterfly, I hope that Twelve and Daiyu will not distinguish each other.

Six sister Caiyi’s eyes darkened, she was getting older, and she lost the niche who acted in the show, she was over.

During the trip to Penglai, Jiu Ye smashed a large sum of money of 800 yuan, inquired about the itinerary of the "nobleman", and arranged for Qin Huaian and Zhuang Mengdie to take the stage in due course.

Sure enough, they got into the blue eyes of that person, and the two became popular with one shot. In order to flatter Wu's admiration, the local squires kept coming to listen to the play.

Jiuye’s garden is very famous, and his profits are full. Jiuye is overjoyed. He takes one word from the two names and renames the garden: Huaimengyuan.

Qin Huai'an and Zhuang Mengdie became pillars, cash cows, hopes of the nine masters, and famous actors!

Jiuye bought two houses next to each other across the garden, and the two moved in.

Qin Huaian felt as if she had a dream. It was dark when she returned to God. She sat alone in the new house, which belongs to her. After washing in the dark, she could not sleep in the bed. She always felt empty in her heart. One piece is missing.

At the top of the willow on the moon, the maid knocked on the bedroom door: "Girl, girl Zhuang is here."

Qin Huaian flicked and opened the door barefoot. Zhuang Mengdie stood outside the door, wearing a red cloak. Under the cloak, he was wearing a single coat with green silk scattered.

Qin Huai'an pulled the person into his arms and said in a grotesque voice: "Why did you come out after wearing such a thin dress? You are now in your energy. If you are sick and burn out your throat, what can you do?"

Zhuang Diemeng hugged Qin Huaian's waist, pressed his forehead to her shoulder, and murmured: "Without you next to me, I can't sleep over and over again."

Qin Huaian's delicate body trembled, and she hugged Zhuang Diemeng blankly. These words burned her heart.

The author has something to say: In fact, when I was very young, when I was in elementary school, I conceived a similar story. I never had a chance. I finally became an online writer. But when I thought that the Republic of China was a minefield, and this kind of tragedy was doomed No one looked at it, and she ran aground. Now that she is brought up and added to this novel, it is a dream that has come true.

In fact, I want to use this ghost story to express the difficulty of lesbian.