Since ancient times, there is only so much passion and hatred, and this hatred lasts forever...
Seeing Xia Xinyi, this poem came to Xia Shang's mind.
It’s not that I hate myself, I just hate that women in this article are so stupid. Why do they do this for a useless man?
Qin Huairou is like this...
Even Xia Xinyi is like this!
Compared with Xinyi, Xia and Shang had more resentment in their hearts, "sorrowful for their misfortune and angry for their inability to fight"!
If this girl had always been cunning and hypocritical, Xia Shang would not feel guilty even if he did not recognize this blood relative. Now that he saw that this sister was also an infatuated and pedantic pitiful person, how could he bear to ignore her?
But what can she do? How should she deal with this mess in her hands? Is it possible to beat the man to death? Or watch Xia Xinyi continue to be persecuted by him?
"That's all! Uncle Zhong, you take that guy to the doctor while I keep talking to my sister."
"yes."
Uncle Zhong responded and took the man who had lost 70% of his life to the doctor.
Xia Shang and Xia Xinyi were left speechless.
There is no need to ask a lot of questions, the things in front of you have already explained a lot.
That day, Xia Shangwei's sister's predictions must have all come true. I am afraid that because his family had no money at all, the man who was hanging out in the capital had no choice but to return home. At this moment, he was eager to get money to go to Beijing to continue fooling around with his little sweetheart!
After a long silence, Xia Shang asked: "What are your plans in the future?"
"I...I don't know."
"Are you still planning to follow him?"
"If you don't follow him, who else can I follow?"
"Why are you so stubborn? You are a hopeless man! Do you still expect him to be named on the gold medal list?"
"Then why are my brothers and sisters so stubborn? And why can you repent?"
After traveling so far, Xia Shang was speechless for the first time, and he didn't know how to refute.
Xia Xinyi smiled bitterly: "Brother! This is the fate of us women!"
have no choice!
Really helpless!
"Hey! Just take care of yourself! Brother, I just want to say that you are welcome back at home anytime, but that man is not welcome."
Having said this, Xia Shang said no more. When Uncle Zhong came back, he left a hundred taels of silver and continued to look for the brewer.
…
This step is a brand new chapter.
A humble outsider finally tries to influence the world.
If there were no such experiences and no worries in his heart, perhaps this outsider would live his life dutifully and not leave too many traces in this era.
This unavoidable relationship seems to be the invisible driving force of history, forcing Xia Shang to step from behind the scenes to the stage, making the world pay attention to him, and allowing him to see the world more closely.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" is all the rage, corroding the nerves of contemporary young men and women like a plague. This book, which was regarded as a "forbidden book" in ancient times, is the key to breaking the rules and being unconventional. It not only brought wealth to the Xia and Shang Dynasties, but also exerted a subtle influence on it.
Changing people's ideas.
Wuliangye is sleeping in the cellar. When it wakes up from the cellar, it is unknown whether it will become a torrent that burns the taste buds and sweeps across the land of China.
One day, he summoned his old troops, like a young general, to point out the country in front of a group of veterans, outline a blueprint, and teach them standardized operation models and more precise and clear operating procedures.
One day, several plaques wrapped in red silk were hung on gold shops in Yangzhou City and ten counties in Yangzhou. No one knew what the plaques under the red silk said. It aroused a lot of curiosity.
One day, an unprecedentedly huge distillery workshop began to operate, and tons of high-quality grain began to enter the production line in batches.
One day, the No. 1 cellar was full. The cellar was sealed and waiting for the feedback of time. Everyone was looking forward to the moment when the aroma of wine would float out.
Day after day, those who are involved with this outsider are also undergoing their own changes.
The long sword in white clothes is still flying in the morning wind, and the tall figure is still handsome and elegant, but the sword dancer can no longer dance the essence of this ruthless sword move. The heart that once died is now burned by the hot spring
Surrounded by me, I no longer think about how to move quickly and accurately, but I think about sleeping with that man every day, why don't I see him giving out gifts? If this goes on, don't ask when will I have this belly, and the Xia family will be incense
When can it be renewed?
How can that charming daughter who is so charming and sought after by thousands of people still have the opportunity to enjoy the praise of others? Her whole heart is focused on how to gain a reputation. Should she take the initiative to show her kindness in order to ask for favor?
There is also the little maid who is growing up day by day. She still sits there every day dreaming of becoming the maid of the first house. Every day she is looking forward to growing up quickly and turning into that bright red and endlessly delicious peach that makes her bad master want to
Can't eat anymore.
Not only that, in the corners of Yulin County, broken green bamboos are sprouting, and blood stains are still left in the deep long alleys. The details of those people's past are still seen by heaven and earth.
In the depths of the courtyard, the naughty little pony has been trained to curb its bad habits. It behaves generously and speaks well. It travels to study every day and changes day by day.
In a distant place, there may be someone who is always thinking of the same person.
Time flies, and one month has passed.
…
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
June, summer solstice.
The city of Yangzhou is like a magnificent picture scroll spread out in the eyes of the world. Where is the singing of birds and the fragrance of birds? Where is the smoke and water and the moon? Just like the pretty woman holding a piba with her face half-covered, without the half-covered musical instrument.
Reserved to show off its beauty.
The new willows by the West Lake have become the Great Wall, and the willow branches are as green as jasper, so tender that they can squeeze out water. The green lifeline stretching to the outside of the city is already full of vitality, and with the prosperous life of the people of Yangzhou
And beating.
As the hot sun arrives, the girls from the rows of flower houses by the lake are cutting off their clothes without scruples, laughing, shouting, and dancing... I don’t know which building has another celebrity.
, I don’t know which family’s young masters will fight to the death for them?
The three-liang flower boats floating in the West Lake move with the waves, floating wherever they go. The clusters of red silk flowers decorated with them are always the most beautiful sight in the middle of the lake.
In this situation, it is inevitable that a few literati who claim to be talented will show off to a certain lady, shake their heads, recite poems and present poems, which makes them feel very uncomfortable.
No matter when or where, articles can never be written about the freedom by the West Lake. That’s why endless people come here to get together again and again.
Just on this crowded and noisy Flower Street, someone suddenly dropped something from his body and landed on the ground!
Just listen to a clang...
It's like a jar is broken.
What does it matter if a porcelain altar is broken?
At most, it will attract the attention of a few people close to you.
But this time it was different. After the sound of the broken altar came out, a dozen people around him first stopped, then stopped making noises, and then washed their noses and sniffed...
The reaction here seemed to be contagious, centered around the broken altar, and everyone on Flower Street noticed something different in the air.
A sweet, pure and rich aroma filled the air. The smell was not like the aroma of wine, but the aroma of life and death. After smelling it, I took a sip of water, as if I had drank a cup of nectar. Smelling the fragrance, the men and women on the flower street were like