Qianwu Passed Away

My father promised me: When I made enough money, he took me home. But, he didn't come... But I'm still waiting for the person who can take me away. In order for him to recognize me instantly, I worked hard to become famous. I did it… Who doesn't know that my name is... Yihua. &Preview& The red curtains turned into clouds, the high lamps were burning, and the hall was filled with colored glaze... The scenery remained the same as before. He finally got married, but not with me. Yun'er cried: "Madam, aren't you in a hurry? The owner of the village is about to marry a new lady!" I stood up slowly: "What's the hurry?" Dressed in red, slim and revealing, I walked into the lobby and all the guests were shocked. "It's Miss Yaohua!" "..." "It turns out to be the girl from Yaohua with her ripples of red hair!" Above the high hall, the bride was furious, and his eyebrows darkened. I played with the tassels on my waist: "According to Yi Honglanshan's rules, if you invite Yao Hua to dance at the house, you must agree to one of Yao Hua's conditions. The owner of the village has imprisoned me for one year. Even if Yao Hua doesn't dance today, should I still agree to Yao Hua's conditions?" He squeezed his hands tighter and tighter: "How are you doing?" I pretended to think for a while: "It is a great joy for the owner of the village to get married. It's a pity that Yaohua doesn't like to congratulate happy events. How about the owner cancel today's wedding?" "What if I don't agree?" I smiled brilliantly: "Either, I die; or -" But he refused to listen to what I had to say and just drew his sword and swung it. I close my eyes... &——————& This play is sadistic, but not sadistic for the sake of being sadistic. Love turns a thousand times, and the ending is sweet. The heroine is not omnipotent. The manuscript has been completed and can be safely received. &——————& Protagonist introduction: Yanhua - the most unseen is parting; the most unbearable is sadness; the most unavailable is return; the most unavailable is a lifetime, a lifetime, a pair of people. Qiu Shui Jue - eternity? That's something I'll only see in my lifetime. Qiu Shuiyi - The person you love most is gone, but the person who hurts you the most is still in your heart. I bear the world, but she only bears me. Kuan Ran - The most beautiful thing in my life is meeting you, and the saddest thing is dying in your arms. Ashue——my sister said, if you can't live for someone, then die for that person. Yaohua, sometimes, I really want to be the kind of person my sister said. Water ripples - the bell rings softly, I just laugh at you for not cherishing it. Rulong - use me to dance to ask for his smile, use my blood to exchange for his deepest concern. I was his unexpected calamity. Yes The pain in Yanhua's heart can never be erased. Thousands of dances fell to death, and the ripples of red faded. Each word represents a protagonist. Let's interact with readers before finishing this book. The first three who completely guess who these eight characters represent (with reasons~~~) will be rewarded with bubbles~~~ (Reader: Bubbles, there are seven protagonists in total, where did the eight characters come from!!! Paopao: Well, actually, Huahua is the protagonist, so she can take up two characters==! ) Finally, here is attached the Song of Ashue newly written by Paoer. In fact, every character here has a song. It's just that, Ashue is a handsome man and has priority==! Death in the Snow——A Xue's Song Words: Paopaotong Song: "Phoenix Tribulation" The wind and snow slowly fell, staining the pear blossoms on several trees. Whose piano music dances to the end of the world? Sadness is only swallowed up in a moment (without fear or fear). Oh, it's so exaggerated. Your love for her is just a love affair. But I don't see the long road back. You love her and make a life-or-death bet. All concerned. There is still time to look back. She only drinks a cup of tea for you. The pain is just a little lost (the most difficult to understand). Ah, cold-eyed Fengsha. Because there is only one her left in your heart. I would rather be drunk or crazy and let my passion sprout. If she smiles, give her a cloud of clouds. The burning mahogany reveals the acacia and is carefully painted with half a touch of cinnabar. Your love for her is just a love affair. But I don't see the long road back. You love her and make a life-or-death bet. All concerned.