My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

After the movie ended, the lights came on, and many people were crying and their eyes were red. However, the premiere activities continued, with interviews, group photos, and speeches all proceeding in an orderly manner. The sad mood and atmosphere were gradually diluted by the director's humor.

But there are also people who have been unable to get out, sitting in an inconspicuous corner with tears streaming down their faces.

"Ah He," the girl sitting in the back row is gentle and gentle when she speaks, her voice is like Wu Nong from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, "What's wrong with you?"

The girl called Ah He is very young, with neat short hair, starry eyes, and heroic eyebrows.

"What's wrong with me?" She touched her face and felt the tears that had cooled down on her hands.

The gentle girl wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with a tissue and looked at her worriedly: "Why are you crying like this?"

She is not an emotional person, and she rarely sheds tears, and she has never burst into tears because of a movie. Why is this? How could he be so heartbroken?

"Yeah, why am I crying like this." She raised her eyes for a moment, and tears rolled down again, her voice stuck in her throat, "Liang Qing, I seem to have dreamed about it."

Liang Qing, surnamed He, is a girl from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. She is a gentle girl with no temper.

He Liangqing asked her, her voice soft and waxy: "What have you dreamed about?"

"Emperor Yanhong looks like he is crying." The people in the screening room gradually dispersed. She sat against the wall, her eyes still on the projection screen, looking at Emperor Yanhong in the stills. This movie was like a dream, and when she woke up She felt disappointed, "I dreamed that he was standing on the wall of Yaoguan, standing there alone and crying."

He Liangqing gently shook her hand: "Perhaps you are destined to this movie. Look, like General Dingxi, you are also called Ahe."

Her name is Xiao Jinghe, her father's surname is Xiao, her mother's surname is Jing, and her grandfather's given name is He. Apart from her deceased mother and grandfather, only He Liangqing calls her Ahe.

She wiped the tears from her face and said to He Liangqing, "Let's go."

As soon as I stood up, the phone in my bag vibrated.

"Hello."

On the other end of the phone was Xiao Jinghe's teammate in the fire brigade, Wei Zhong: "Jinghe, there is a fire in the Hong Kong Tian Building. Can you come over now?"

Xiao Jinghe said without any hesitation: "Yes."

Wei Zhong was probably running and turning on the power, breathing heavily: "I'll help you pack your things, and you go directly to the scene."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Xiao Jinghe hung up the phone: "Liang Qing, I have a mission, you go home first."

He Liangqing knew her temperament. When it came to firefighting work, she would put down everything first, so she only told her: "Be careful."

She nodded, held the back of the seat with her hands, jumped up from inside, and ran along the aisle to the last row to the emergency exit. The screening room was on the second floor, and it was faster to take the stairs than the elevator.

As soon as she ran to the stairs, someone called Ah He. It was a man's voice. It was a little vague and still sounded urgent. She stopped, looked back, saw no one, turned around and ran down the stairs.

"Ahe!"

"Ahe!"

Passers-by in the corridor couldn't help but stop and look at the man who kept shouting. He ran towards the stairs like crazy.

He was a handsome man to the bone, but he looked completely lost.

"Ahe!"

He ran into the stairs without even noticing his back.

From behind, Huo Chang came out and said, "Rong Li!"

Rong Li could no longer be seen in the corridor. He cursed and hurried after him. When he arrived outside the theater, Rong Li could not be found in the bustling neon lights.

Huo Changxun waited at the entrance of the theater for half an hour before he came back. He was dangling on his feet and was bumped by people passing by. He didn't even raise his eyes and was in a trance.

Huo Changxun walked over and looked at him without saying anything.

Rong Li raised his head, his eyes dark and confused: "Chang Xun, I saw her."

Huo Changxun frowned.

It's her again.

Rong Li had been talking about her for more than ten years. She was the one he talked about in his dreams and even when he was drunk.

"It's not wrong, it's her," Rong Li was sure, "It's Ah He."

Ahe, Ahe.

The person he had been thinking about for so many years.

Huo Changxun raised his cheek and couldn't help it: "I've wanted to ask you for a long time, what is your relationship with Rong Li in the movie?"

Otherwise, how could he be so confused?

"He is me," he said.

Huo Changxun reacted for more than ten seconds: "Past life?" He kicked the can on the ground into the trash can not far away, "You're kidding me."

Rong Li didn't say anything else. He touched the cigarette in his pocket, took it out and lit one.

Huo Changxun just wanted to scold him. He was an atheist and didn't believe in past and present lives. But he couldn't convince himself. He had known Rong Li for twenty or thirty years, and he couldn't know him better. He had met Rong Li. When he was three years old, he started painting and drew a female general in military uniform. When he was five years old, he was drunk and crying and calling someone's name. When he was seven years old, he never looked back and tattooed his name on his heart. I have seen him in all his despair and madness over the past twenty years.

Past and Present?

Huo Changxun thought to himself, bullshit, it's all caused by love. Women are just trouble. If you don't coax them well, they will torture you in the next life.

At the end of May, "The Empress" was officially released. Within one week, the box office exceeded 2.5 billion, breaking a new box office record in the film and television industry. In addition to the two leading actors Su Wen and Jiang Jiusheng, the supporting roles of "The Empress", even if they appear One or two supporting characters have become popular, which shows how popular it is.

For a time, Jiang Jiusheng became the most talked about and highly praised actress in the country, especially the scene in which Yaoguan commits suicide on the city wall. Her acting skills were explosive and can be regarded as a model. The media said that she was a born actress. Sheng fans humbly said Message: No, no, our Mr. Sheng is a rock singer. Acting is all about doing whatever we want.

Do it casually?

Some film and television people predict that Jiang Jiusheng will be the biggest dark horse at this year's Oscars.

In mid-June, Shi Jin's first stage of treatment ended.

June 18th is a good day for breaking ground, making sculptures, collecting money, and getting married. It is a good day for everything. On this day, Xu Qingjiu and Su Qing got married. On that day, the weather was very good, the sun was shining, and the clouds were clear. The wind is light.

The wedding was held at a castle on an island in China. The Xu family has always been low-key. They only invited relatives and friends and did not invite any media. Of course, low-key is low-key, and the luxury that should be included is naturally indispensable. For example, the wedding dress on Su Qing's body was pure and pure. Handmade, taking a total of 5236 hours.

At this moment, the four bridesmaids were making a fuss.

"Where are the shoes?" Li Ranran glanced around the room.

Su Qing was sitting on the bed. It was rare for her to sit upright and she said, "You are not allowed to hide." She said openly, "My husband is here, so don't stop him."

Li Ranran flipped up his hair and said meaningfully, "Su Qing, your wife is weak."

She put on her shoes and looked very ladylike: "Go and vibrate on the bed tonight."

"..."

This little filthy girl talks about running trains.

Mingyao clicked his tongue: "Leave a way for unmarried girls to survive."

Jingse covered her mouth and smiled shyly.

Qiao Qingqian's arrogant and contradictory expression: "Humph~"

She was very unhappy that Su Qing, a devil, actually invited her to be the bridesmaid. She was also a devil herself, and she actually came. She chased the bride and groom successively, and finally became the bride's bridesmaid. Apart from her, there should be no one before or after her. .

In the room, several people were laughing and making noise. At this time, someone knocked on the door. After a while, he opened the door and came in. It was Su Wanjiang. Seeing that the bridesmaids were all there, he retreated behind the door and said, "I'll come back later. "

Su Qing stopped him: "No, come in." She introduced him openly, "This is my dad."

Four slim little girls stood up and shouted: "Hello, uncle."

Su Wanjiang nodded, smiling unnaturally and not knowing where to put his hands.

The father and daughter might have something to talk about, so Jingse said, "Cousin, let's go outside and prepare first."

Su Qing said yes, and the four bridesmaids went out first.

There were no chairs in the room, but there were two hanging basket chairs with a layer of red petals on them. Su Qing sat on the bed. Su Wanjiang didn't find a place to sit, so he stood and looked at her from time to time.

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable.

Su Qing was also a little speechless, so she asked, "Does the suit still fit?"

Su Wanjiang subconsciously tugged on the hem of his suit twice: "It fits very well."

The suit was custom-made according to his height, but his habitual hunching made it look a bit too big.

Su Qing asked again: "Where are the shoes?"

She bought the shoes, thinking that Su Wanjiang probably didn't have leather shoes. The shoe size was the size he had when he was young. She didn't know if it would fit now.

Su Wanjiang took two steps on the same spot, smiling with obvious wrinkles: "It's just right."

Then, there was nothing to say. Su Qing sat with a handkerchief in her hand.

Su Wanjiang stood for a while, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to Su Qing: "The dowry saved for you is not much money."

She didn't answer: "I have money."

Su Wanjiang was working as a janitor, and she was afraid that he would gamble again, so she didn't give him much money. It was difficult for him to save money.

He didn't take it back. He seemed a little nervous and stuttered when he spoke: "That's not the same." Taking a step forward, he put the card on the skirt of her wedding dress, as if he was afraid of getting her clothes wrinkled. He picked it up again, smoothed the hem of the skirt, and stuffed it into her hand.

Su Qing opened her mouth, but still did not say any words of rejection, and pressed Ka under the pillow.

Forget it, starting from next month, send him more money and hire an aunt to take care of him. She is in her fifties, but she is not that old. She looks like she is in her sixties or seventies.

"Qingqing," Su Wanjiang hesitated for a while, "Can someone else bring you in later?"

Su Qing asked him: "What's wrong?"

When a daughter gets married, it is not always her father who takes her out on his arm.

Su Wanjiang was embarrassed and lowered his head. He said, "I'm afraid of embarrassing you."

He used to drink heavily, and his hair was very sparse and turned white. He looked like he was of the same generation as Mr. Xu, not as young and handsome as Xu Qingjiu's father.

Su Qing squeezed the handkerchief in her hand: "If your daughter gets married, if you don't send me in, who will?"

Su Wanjiang licked his chapped lips and stopped talking. After a long time, he said, "Then I'll go outside first."

As soon as he reached the door, Su Qing called to him.

"Wait a moment."

Su Wanjiang turned his head, his eyes were dim, looking old and haggard.

Su Qing got off the bed, took another handkerchief from the cabinet, walked to Su Wanjiang, squatted down, and stuffed a handkerchief into the heels of his shoes, covering the big part.

She put down his trouser legs and covered his heels: "Why didn't you tell me that the shoes were too big?"

Su Wanjiang smiled: "It's okay, it's better to be bigger so it won't squeeze your feet."

She stood up: "Dad."

"Eh."

"What shoe size do you wear?"

Su Wanjiang choked: "Thirty-nine yards."

Su Qing smiled: "I'll remember it, so I won't buy the wrong thing next time."

When he was young, he wore shoes of size forty-one. Now that he is old, his shoe sizes are also smaller. Counting the time, she has not bought shoes for Su Wanjiang in eighteen years.

At five o'clock, the bride enters.

When Su Wanjiang led Su Qing into the venue, he cried all the way, wiping his tears with his sleeves. Su Qing had almost never seen Su Wanjiang cry. She had only seen him holding his neck and asking for money. She had only seen him beating her with a stick. It turned out that he could cry too.

The skirt was spread all over the floor. She was holding flowers and holding Su Wanjiang on her arm. He brought her to Xu Qingjiu and wiped his eyes: "Treat her well."

Xu Qingjiu held Su Qing's hand: "I will."

Su Wanjiang glanced at Su Qing, turned around and walked off the stage.

She turned around and saw him hunched down the stairs, his steps staggering, his heels exposed, and she could see the handkerchief stuffed inside his shoes. She burst into tears.

No matter how quarrelsome they had been, at this moment, she hoped that the old man would be healthy and free from disasters in his later years.

Xu Qingjiu wanted to wipe her tears, but with the veil blocking her, he was a little helpless: "If you don't cry, your makeup will fade."

Su Qing looked back and smiled with red eyes: "No, it's waterproof."

"..."

What the wife says is what it is.

He held her hand and walked the rest of the way. There was a red carpet on the ground, flower petals all over the ground, the fragrance was diffused, and the wedding march was played on the piano in his ears.

Su Qing turned her head and looked at Xu Qingjiu, who was wearing a white suit next to her: "Your eyes are red."

He stared straight ahead: "Sand has entered."

Su Qing smiled and exposed him: "You are crying."

He said stubbornly: "No." Okay, he admitted, "Well, I cried." He didn't believe in the exaggerated emotion of crying with joy before, but starting from today, he believed it.

The two of them walked slowly to the front step by step.

Xu Qingjiu's mother, Ms. Wang, sat below, her eyes red: "Qingqing is so beautiful."

Su Wanjiang was sitting next to him, looking at his daughter's back: "Well, she looks like her mother." Suddenly thinking of something, he explained to Ms. Wang, "She's not like me, not at all."

Unlike him, who is good for nothing, he wants to say that his daughter is very good, please don't dislike her.

Ms. Wang smiled. She was a gentle and considerate woman: "They look alike. They have similar eyes."

Su Qing only has eyes like Su Wanjiang.

"My Qingqing is a good girl." He said in a low voice and very seriously.

"We all know." Ms. Wang smiled, her eyebrows soft, "Don't worry, I will treat her well."

"Thanks."

Su Wanjiang said solemnly again: "Thank you."

On the stage, a pair of beautiful people stood facing each other, and it was time to say their oaths.

"I took off my men's clothes, grew my hair long, and put on a dress, all for you. Today, I put on a wedding dress, also for you." Su Qing smiled lightly, "Mr. Xu, are you ready? Go ahead. You will be responsible for the rest of your life."

Xu Qingjiu's eyes were red: "I was so nervous that I forgot my oath." He nervously wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, choked his throat, and his voice was filled with tears, "Qingqing, I love you, I I want to be good to you all my life."

Su Qing corrected him: "It's good for us." She touched her belly, couldn't hold it back, and spilled the beans, "There's another one here."

Xu Qingjiu was dumbfounded.

On the other hand, the audience was lively.

After a long time, Xu Qingjiu finally found his voice: "Can I kiss the bride now?"

Priest: "..."

Don't you follow the process?

Xu Qingjiu had completely forgotten the process in his mind. He stepped forward, lifted Su Qing's veil, lowered his head and kissed her: "Thank you for being my wife and the mother of my child."

Su Qing smiled with gentle eyes.

He leaned in again, wanting to kiss again.

She quickly pushed him and said quietly: "Kiss him again when he goes back."

The guests in the audience were all laughing, and the priest was panicking. The whole process was disrupted, so he quickly made amends: "Now please exchange rings with the bride and groom."

In the audience, Xu Qingbo hung the ring box around Xu Bomei's neck and patted its butt: "Bomei, go quickly."

Xu Bomei: "..."

Oh, childish humans.

It shook its fur and wore a small suit that made it very uncomfortable. It swung its butt and trotted up. Halfway through, it turned back sharply and then ran back.

"Woof!" The ring on his neck was thrown flying.

Xu Qingbo felt bad and called it: "Bomei!"

Xu Bo was so beautiful that he ran down the red carpet: "Wow!" Mom~

"Ring, ring! Xu Bomei!" The groom Xu Qingjiu was about to collapse.

Gouzi ran as if he had no relatives, jumped directly from the stage to the audience, and ran towards the gate of the castle: "Woof!"

The guests looked over and saw a matching-looking man and woman standing at the door.

Someone asked: "Who is that?"

The old man of the Xu family laughed three times: "Hahaha, it's my granddaughter and grandson-in-law who are here."

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Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the main text will be completely finished, and then there will be additional chapters. There is also the scene where the shoes get too big in 1988. 1988 is my favorite family drama and I recommend it to you~