In the evening, two platforms were raised high on the shore.

The colorful flag of the word "Kui" is hung on one side and the colorful flag of the word "Rong" is hung on the other side. Two large drums are placed on the side of the platform. Two shirtless strong men stand up in high spirits, holding drumsticks in their hands, and countless ribbons flutter in the tents in the wind, and are full of joy. Outsiders look like this competition is more like a large celebration.

In a tent on the side of Liankuiban, Lu Yuzhen, who had arrived at some point, was playing chess with Lao Hai.

Lu Yuzhen's chess skills are not weak, and Lao Hai is even more immersed in his life. The two of them are completely unaffected by the warm atmosphere outside. They are all focused on the chessboard, fighting hard, and have a strong momentum.

After the sky was completely dark, a woman who was quietly accompanying her lit an oil lamp, and the lamp blossomed slightly, spreading out a darkness.

"Madam, it's soon."

The woman gently reminded her.

Lu Yuzhen didn't speak, blinked her drooping eyelashes, and patted the chessboard for a while, looking up at Lao Hai and smiling: "Butler Hai is really not fighting for the first half of the game. The chess pieces are hidden and comprehensive. When I discovered it, I was already surrounded by enemies."

Lao Hai smiled and said, "Mrs. I am so proud of it. I am not a defeated man from my wife."

Lu Yuzhen smiled, a white piece fell down again, instantly revitalizing half of the chess game. Lao Hai frowned and observed it, then sighed, and gave in.

"Mrs. I am better than me." Lao Hai shook his head in shame.

Lu Yuzhen threw the white piece in her hand back into the chess box, leaned on it, and whispered: "If I had been the first to play chess, Brother Heng would not have died back then."

Lao Hai's expression changed slightly.

Lu Yuzhen said again: "Ahe wrote a letter the day before yesterday. He met Brother Wang. Ahai, don't you say anything to me?"

Lao Hai lowered his head and leaned on the ground. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Madam, I deserve to die."

Lu Yuzhen tilted her head and looked at Lao Hai's back. The pearls on the cheongsam remained motionless, and the tent seemed to be in a state of condensation.

It was not until the gong sounded and the drum sounded gradually that Lu Yuzhen blinked like a dream, waved her hand to the old woman beside her and said, "Look outside, let's talk to me when the young master comes on stage."

The old lady gave a greeting, silently lit up the curtain and went out, leaving only the master and servant of Lu Yuzhen, Lao Hai, in the tent.

"Ahai, do I trust you too much? I used to go too far ten years ago, and today I have passed again."

Lu Yuzhen sighed, "Brother Heng regards you as a brother..."

Lao Hai shrugged his shoulders slightly and sighed: "Yes..."

"But why?" Lu Yuzhen's words changed, she walked up to Lao Hai and said stubbornly: "Since you regard it as a brother, why do you want them to compete? Why did Brother Wang agree to you!"

Lao Hai bowed his head again and shook his head firmly.

"You said!" Lu Yuzhen's face burst into anger, and her forehead was leaping.

"Reply to Mrs. Du's meaning. I can't tell you about this. Madam, please don't ask." Lao Hai raised his head, his eyes full of begging.

Lu Yuzhen shook and barely stood firm. Lao Hai wanted to reach out to help him, but stopped him halfway.

"Okay, each one has its own ideas."

Lu Yuzhen sneered, "Then you go and explain to Ahe yourself. He regards you as his father. Now that you have found out that you treated his father like this, do you think you can still think that this hasn't happened?"

Lao Hai's face was bitter.

The woman raised the curtain, showed Lu Yuzhen a corner of the stage not far away, and whispered: "Madam, according to the list, there are two more programs for the young master."

Lu Yuzhen nodded, stroked her temples, and straightened her spine, "Go to yourself. If you hurt Ah again, you don't have to come back. Mom Wang, move the brazier over a little, and I'll go out now."

Lao Hai felt panic for the first time in his life. He helped Lu Yuzhen sit on the warm seat outside the tent, silently watching Lu Yuzhen rejected his service, and looked at the stage with an expressionless face. After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and bowed to Lu Yuzhen and walked into the crowd.

Soon, Du He met Lao Hai in the tent with makeup.

Du He had already changed into a shiny performance suit and was closing his eyes on his seat to recall the details of the program. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lao Hai standing quietly in front of him.

"Young Master."

Lao Hai bowed and bowed.

Du He didn't make any noise.

"Young Master. I was really old when I asked Wang Xingbao to challenge him."

Lao Hai bluntly admitted Du He's suspicion, and his tone was calm as if he was talking about today's weather.

Du He clenched his fists, suppressed his heartache, and said in a deep voice: "Why."

"I want to let my uncle quit the magician industry and return to his hometown in Suzhou."

Lao Hai answered questions and said nothing extra to defend himself, but instead made Du He frown.

"Why?"

Du He asked again.

Lao Hai closed his mouth and shook his head.

"You have any difficulties?"

Du He asked again.

Lao Hai pondered for a moment and nodded.

Cheers were heard on the stage, and Zhang Afa was playing the hosting, arousing the enthusiasm of the audience, and then it was Du He's turn to appear and perform the finale.

Du He knew that if he didn't ask, he might never ask again.

"Uncle Hai! Tell me if you are willing to harm my father!" Du He suddenly held Lao Hai's hands and couldn't help shouting.

Lao Hai looked at Du He in shock, opened his mouth slightly, and then shook his head wildly.

"I have the same brothers as my husband, how could I harm him? Ah, no one wants to harm him, everyone wants to make him good."

Lao Hai said intimately.

Du He closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, "So, my father is really jealous of talent."

Lao Hai was stunned and speechless.

Du He walked to the tent door, thought for a while, and whispered: "Uncle Hai, since you don't mean it, then I don't think my father will blame you, my father will not blame you, and I don't blame you."

After saying that, he raised the curtain and walked out. Luo Haosheng was waiting quietly outside the curtain.

The two looked at each other and smiled and went to the stage together.

Lao Hai in the tent almost had a fishy sweet smell, recalling the memory that had tortured him for ten years.

Those diagnostic forms, the words of the young master who was still the young master, the strange thing that his wife noticed, and the fact that he almost threatened to ask Wang Xingbao... Master Heng is the pride of the emperor. He believes that man will conquer nature and never gives God the face, and God does not give him any face.

When people are in the limelight in their favorite industry, who can accept that they will retreat because their health is ineffective?

When Young Master Heng suffered from that strange disease and was still slowly regressing after training every day, Young Master Heng did not give up, but he gave up. He only hoped that the Young Master and his wife would be safe.

He thought that a big defeat would definitely make the young master withdraw from the magic show, so he found Wang Xingbao and asked him for help.

Wang Xingbao agreed, and promised to be very careful to control the winning situation, asking Du Zhongheng to withdraw with decent, but man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. The young master would aggravate his condition at the bottom of the water, and he did not tell anyone.

The muscles and joints were stiff and they lost the ability to escape. The young master died in the dark water...

All of this is because of him...

Lao Hai roared, grabbed his head, and ten blood marks appeared immediately, making him extremely terrifying.

When a person is most miserable, he is when he has no right to choose even death.

Lao Hai had no business, but for the sake of the Du family, for the sake of the young master and wife, he forced himself to survive.

When he is alive, he will keep thinking about it. Every time he thinks of it, Lao Hai is as painful as torture, but he is willing to do so, and he feels that he deserves it.

He did something wrong in his life, and this wrong thing ruined the two families. Lao Hai was completely disappointed and was hoping that one day, Young Master Ah would discover what he did and give him some pleasure.

But no.

Young Master Ah He was not sad, but after knowing that he had no evil thoughts, he still chose to forgive him. This made Lao Hai feel so painful that he was staggering back and almost gotten ten years older.

Who can do much sorrow of parting?
Chapter completed!