Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The smoke of war spreading in the air finally dissipated, and when the clouds and mists were cleared, what we saw would definitely be dawn.

The blood of countless revolutionary martyrs has forged the road to a new era, and their names are permanently preserved on the hero monument.

The tombstones of the three heroes of the Sheng family - Sheng Zheng, Sheng Xiao, and an unknown person.

At the last moment, Jiao Yang did not agree to join the Sheng family, and Sheng Cheng respected her decision.

He raised his head and silently looked at the sun in the sky. A new era has begun, and the burden on him has never been lifted. Because he is Sheng's eldest son, Sheng Cheng.

After the smoke of gunpowder and the flames of war, the world is in ruins.

Beside him, there is a little boy. He named him Shengxian, and he wanted to be a kind and wise person, and not be distorted by the hatred brought about by the war.

"Brother Cheng, isn't the beautiful sister coming back?" The little boy jumped up and down, following the man.

Sheng Cheng froze for a moment, then smiled. He stroked his head, "She should go to a new place."

"Where?" The little boy looked at him, his dark eyes were full of curiosity and longing.

"A new era without war and gunpowder, just like what she said to you, with tall buildings and green grass, it is a truly beautiful place." Sheng Cheng smiled lightly and took his hand.

"Then, can I see a world like that in the future?"

"Will do."

Sheng Cheng looked into the distance, "Perhaps in ten, twenty, or thirty years, you have to believe that there will always be a day when we will create miracles."

As for Sheng Jiaoyang, it doesn't matter if no one knows her name. Because she has sealed the best years of her life in that era forever. Her most beautiful smile will remain in people's memories forever.

After they left, a young man with a strange appearance came out slowly. He was dressed in black, looking at the wordless stele in front of him, touching it inch by inch, feeling cold. He smiled silently.

"Little liar."

He cremated the letter on her grave with money.

He will come every year on this day after that. Wearing black clothes every time, getting thinner and thinner each time.

Until he is old, until he dies.

In Sheng Xian's memory, Sheng Cheng, who was always tired of work, always had a photo of his sister on his desk. For decades, nothing has changed.

Until one day, Sheng Cheng, who was exhausted, passed away when he was less than fifty years old. He did not leave a son or daughter, and did not even marry a wife.

The young Sheng Xian has since taken the position of the head of the Sheng family. While packing up his belongings, he saw two words written all over Uncle Sheng's newspaper and the books he often read.

"Jiao" and "Yang".

He frowned, collected and put away the relics one by one, and organized them in an orderly manner.

Time goes by, and the years rush by. The haze dissipated, the sun shone, and green shoots broke through the ground.

The once child has also become an old man with gray temples. In the delivery room, a young couple had anxious eyes. Until later, there was a cry of a baby.

The old man ran over and smiled into the baby's big black eyes. He named her "Sheng Jiaoyang".

As for Jiang Nian, the ancestor of the Jiang family, after the war, he often went to the troupe to listen to operas. Just listen to the stories about the witch and the leader of the demon sect that he had heard when he and that girl first met, which fascinated her.

With the changes of the times, the troupe, which was once bustling and hard to find, has gradually become more and more depressed.

The opera was still babbling on the stage, and he felt dull.

He can never go back to the past, and he can never find the person who made him regret his whole life.

He married several concubines, and the eyes, nose, and mouth of those women combined into one Sheng Jiaoyang.

In the end, the old man held the hand of one of the concubines, his eyes were blurred, he called an indistinct woman's name, and died.

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Jiang Cheng silently put down the books in his hand, only the seven or eight-year-old children are young and mature, and they are already the king of all the children around here. He told the three boys beside him the story of their ancestors.

This is the 21st century, the sun shines on the earth, there is no trace of haze, high-rise buildings, green grass.

"What a messy ghost story." The blond boy snorted.

This is the latest rising business tycoon, Han Shuqi, the son of Han Gongsheng. Besides him, there are Zuo Jiling, the eldest son of the Zuo family, and Huo Quci, the son of the Huo family. As the saying goes, things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups.

That's why the four of them got together. Because they are destined not to be ordinary from birth, and they are born to be superior.

"This is handed down from my ancestors, maybe it's not very reliable." Jiang Cheng glanced at him.

This man is born to look at people through his nostrils.

"It is said that after the heroic spirits of the ancestors and ancestors passed away, their souls did not dissipate, but stayed with us to protect their children and grandchildren."

"Huh," Han Shuqi puffed his face into a bun, and blew upwards. He lifted his bangs that were dyed golden, raised his chin, and said, "It's really scary, anyway, this young master will do it in the future. Playboys, let them watch if they want!"

Several people roared with laughter.

At this time, they don't know what they will face in the future. They only know that the sun is just right today, just like their bright future.

"Life is so boring," someone occasionally complains, "it's just awful!"

Until one day, a soul from another world arrives for the first time. The little girl opened her eyes wide and looked around curiously.

She clings to the glass of red wine and walks into their lives step by step with a bright smile.

She saluted like an elegant noble lady, holding out a hand. There is agility and cunning in the eyes, and there is also a trace of eagerness that is hard to see.

"Shouldn't you come back to me, boyfriend?" She smiled brightly.

In the air, there was a face that had been dead for a long time, was unbelievably silent, and then laughed silently.

His memory seemed to return to that white snowy day.

Sheng Jiaoyang came.

Hello, Sheng Jiaoyang.

Turns out, we actually met.

This plane is over, and the next plane is about the ancient plane, the female devil who kills without blinking an eye.