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    Hua Chengya was walking in the back garden of the Hua family mansion, and saw a little boy in a tank top and shorts laughing and chasing after the butterfly, and ran past him happily.

    He recognized himself as a child.

    The child ran into the flowers, tripped over a stone, and fell heavily into the soil. He pursed his lips, holding back tears and was about to get up when he heard someone approaching discussing:

    "Alas, Madam has been troubled by the eldest lady again. Every time the eldest lady comes back, she is assigned to cook by herself, and she has never given a good face to her."

     "Is there any way, who will let Mrs. be the little mother who came in later, and she is not as old as the eldest lady."

    "The eldest lady married into the Li family, and she has power and power. Madam is a singer, and her parents' family has no background and can't help."

     "If you want me to say that this status is really too far, how could the master marry her at that time?"

     "None of the adult brothers and sisters above are willing to help, also, who will like the son of the third child."

    "I heard that my wife was unclear with the master before she married. It turned out to be true."

    "No way, with a family like Hua's family, a mistress is absolutely impossible."

    "Who knows, in case the master is dazzled by beauty."

    "But I don't think the master likes her much. He didn't pay much attention to her since she entered the door of Hua's house."

    "It's really weird..."

    "But it is said that she is climbing the bed. The eldest lady is sarcastic one by one, and there is no resistance from that person."

    "Hey, how can you make her resist. Her family is in the hands of Hua's family, and she has a soft temper..."

    The little boy sat tucked his knees in the deep flowers, watching several servants holding things through the gaps in the flowers and leaves, talking about walking down the path beside him Pass.

    They didn't find him buried in flowers, and they whispered and gradually drifted away.

    The little boy sat there, curled up, motionless.

    Until the sun went down and the sky darkened, a beautiful and thin woman stumbled into the garden and hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng - where are you?"

    The little boy choked up and stood up: "Mom, I'm here, I fell..."

    Mrs. Hua immediately ran over and hugged him into her arms, anxiously examining the abrasions on his calves and hands.

    Five-year-old Hua Chengya cried and grabbed her clothes, dyed two dirty mud handprints on her white skirt.

    Mrs. Kehua didn't care at all. She was only busy checking Hua Chengya up and down, patted the dust on him lightly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were being bullied by your brother and sister again."

    The brothers and sisters above Hua Chengya are not good for each other. The better ones treat them with indifference, while the worse ones will bully him if they run into them because of their young age.

    Mrs. Hua carefully avoided the wound on his leg and carried her son with difficulty.

    Hua Chengya was leaning on her mother's thin shoulder, and tears were falling: "Mom, my brothers and sisters hate me because I'm the son of Xiaosan? What is Xiaosan?"

    Mrs. Hua stiffened. She turned her head bitterly and rubbed her son's small face on her shoulders, comforting him: "No, you will understand when you grow up. Your background is upright, just like everyone else."

    In her dream, Hua Chengya followed the mother and son all the way back to the next room.

    He watched Mrs. Hua rub her son's face and feet with warm water, and then brought a medicine box, coaxing him to gently bandage the wounds of his childhood.

    Then have dinner with him. Mrs. Hua scooped up the soft shrimp custard and fed it to her son's mouth. Seeing him eating deliciously with her mouth choked, she smiled softly.

    The dinner that night was very rich, and there were many dishes that Hua Chengya had never seen before. He ate until his belly was round before he was willing to put down the bowl.

    He asked happily, "Mom, did you go to the big kitchen again today?"

    Mrs. Hua took out the storybook: "Yes, Mom made a big meal again today."

    Hua Chengya originally snuggled up happily and listened to her reading the story, but suddenly she saw a large area of ​​red skin on her leg with tiny sparkling blisters on it.

    He immediately asked nervously, "Mom, did you boil hot water again?"

    Mrs. Hua immediately covered the burn marks with her skirt: "It's okay, I accidentally knocked over the soup while cooking."

    Hua Chengya took Mrs. Hua's hand: "Although I am very happy to eat a big meal, but my mother is too stupid, every time I cook, I will be injured, and I will not eat it in the future."

    But he realized that what he said didn't seem to count, even if he tried to persuade his mother, as long as the eldest sister came back, Mrs. Hua would still do it.

    And the eldest sister seems to be bullying.

    So Xiao Hua Chengya frowned and suggested seriously: "Or next time my mother calls me, I will help you."

    The adult Hua Chengya, who was watching, saw the tears flashing in her mother's eyes. She hugged her young son and pressed his forehead: "No, Mom can, you are too young."

    The young Hua Chengya clenched her fists and said, "I will grow up soon."

    Because he clenched his fists, he touched the scratch on the palm of his hand, and immediately acted like a spoiled child with tears in his eyes.

    Mrs. Hua held his little hand and blew, finished telling him the story, and patiently answered all kinds of strange questions he asked repeatedly.

    Then coaxed him into bed, sang soft and pleasant sleeping songs for him, and fanned him until midnight.

    Hua Chengya, who was on the sidelines, watched the picture in front of her gradually fade.

    This is his mother, a gentle and weak woman, possessing all the qualities of submissiveness and tolerance in previous traditional women.

    So she always endured silently and let others discuss.

    The time when he knew nothing was the happiest time of his childhood.

    He soon realized just how bad things were for him and his mother.

    Hua Chengya stood quietly in place, watching another scene light up not far away.

    He is eight years old in this clip, but he still stays in the inner house and does not go to school.

    Because they were not remembered by the Hua family when they reached school age, some of the older brothers and sisters and some senior servants began to intensify their oppression of their mother and son.

    He was assigned to work with Mrs. Hua in the kitchen every day, and his small hands already had thin calluses from cutting vegetables.

    And he grew up quickly.

    On this day, Miss Hua "came to" the kitchen to choose dishes.

    She looked at Hua Chengya standing on the small bench "duo duo" skillfully chopping vegetables, covered her mouth and smiled: "I think this kid is very talented in cooking, why don't we send him to An apprentice with the master. It would be nice to be a famous chef in the future.”

    Mrs. Hua's face suddenly turned pale. Just as she was about to say something, Hua Chengya replied loudly, "Eldest sister, I want to learn to sing."

    Mrs. Hua dropped the vegetables in her hand and ran over to hold him: "What are you talking about, child! You have to go to school seriously."

    Sister Hua laughed so hard that she didn't even care about Hua Chengya calling her eldest sister in public. She would never have allowed him to talk to her like that before.

    She smiled at her entourage: "Did you hear? He actually wants to learn to sing."

    She pinched Hua Chengya's face, looked up and down and asked, "You feel as honorable as your mother, don't you?"

    Hua Chengya seemed to be unaware of the maliciousness in her eyes, and only nodded vigorously.

    Sister Hua responded with joy: "Okay, since you have this 'ideal', I will satisfy you."

    This obviously made her feel very happy. She didn't make things difficult for Mrs. Hua anymore and left.

    And Mrs. Hua took Hua Chengya back to the room in despair and beat him for the first time: "Do you know what you are doing!"

    Hua Chengya stood and let her mother beat herself. He exclaimed, "I know!"

    He looked stubborn: "Opera is an art, and singing is not a shameful thing. Mom, you used to be proud of it, why do you look down on it like everyone else?"

    Mrs. Hua stopped her hands in amazement.

    Hua Chengya ran and took out the video tape hidden in the depths of the cabinet. That is the performance video of Mrs. Hua winning the crown in the highest-level Chinese opera competition.

    As the winner who broke the record of the youngest champion of this award, when she took the stage to accept the award, she said that she would continue to move forward, become a master of opera, and promote this art to the world .

    Small Hua Chengya walked up to her mother and wiped her tears: "I know my mother will secretly watch the video, and she will take out her previous costumes to watch."

    Only at these times, the gray and deadly color in Mrs. Hua's eyes will fade. There will be a fresh and beautiful radiance in her eyes.

    But the brilliance is too short-lived and will soon be wiped out by reality.

    Five-year-old Hua Chengya once naively asked her mother why she stopped performing, but only saw her sad eyes.

    Eight-year-old Hua Chengya still seems to understand, but he has made up his mind.

    He grabbed his mother's rough palm with his small hand and promised seriously: "It doesn't matter, mother, don't be sad. The dream that you can't continue, I will realize it for you ."

    Mrs. Hua stared at her son in a daze, looked at his firm face, hugged him and cried aloud.

    Hua Chengya hugged her mother back and looked out the window with dark eyes. He chose to study drama for another reason. He has already understood that under the suppression of Sister Hua and the indifference of the head of the Hua family, it is difficult for him to have the opportunity to go to school normally.

    If he proposes to study drama, he will get a chance to contact the outside world. This is the best path he can find for himself in the limited options.

    As expected, because she deliberately ridiculed and laughed at Hua Chengya's mother and son, Hua Chengya would soon be able to enter the opera school under the single-handed arrangement of Sister Hua.

    He quickly absorbed new knowledge, practiced hard, and had Mrs. Hua's guidance, and soon emerged in a quite valuable youth and children's opera competition.

    After taking back the award, he finally got the attention of the head of the flower family, and for the first time was allowed to attend a more important banquet held at home.

    Hua Chengya, who didn't know the truth at that time, was affirmed by her father and happily turned somersaults in the practice room.

    But the angry elder sister instructed the servant to cut the dress he wore to the banquet.

    Mrs. Hua looked at her son's red eye circles, rubbed his head, hurried all night, and secretly helped him mend it.

    It was at this banquet that he consciously got to know Ao Jingyi and Zhan Shenlang, and the situation has gradually improved since then.

    The grown-up Hua Chengya was walking in the corridor of dreams, quickly reviewing her past.

    As a teenager, he entered a period of rebelliousness, and he became more and more unable to bear the gossip about his mother behind the crowd. What made him even more incomprehensible was that Mrs. Hua always endured silently and never refuted.

    He quarreled fiercely with his mother, and was defeated by the sad expression of the other party's silent tears.

    He once hated her radically, hated her for being so cowardly, and hated why she dragged himself into such an embarrassing situation.

    But his grandfather's exhortation before his death freed him.

    He finally learned the truth from his grandfather.

    His mother, in the best years, married the flower family owner, who was about the same age as his grandfather. It turned out to be an ugly transaction.

    Mrs. Hua is the fourth wife of the owner of the flower family. All her misfortunes stemmed from a performance she was invited to perform at Hua's house shortly after she became famous.

    The flower master took a fancy to her beauty at a glance.

    Mrs. Hua panicked and refused him to leave the Hua's house. She thought it would end here, but it was just the beginning of a nightmare.

    The work of Hua Chengya's grandparents was suppressed, and Mrs. Hua's performance opportunity was replaced... After still being rejected, the owner of the Hua family finally used means to force Mrs. Hua.

    Mrs. Flower was ashamed to say what happened to her. And she clearly knew that she was powerless to compete with the powerful Hua Family.

    However, before she could recover from the collapse, she found out that she was pregnant.

    After examination by the hospital, Mrs. Hua has a special constitution and is not suitable for abortion. Forced abortion can be very dangerous, and it is very likely that you will never be able to get pregnant again in the future.

    Reality keeps hitting her.

    Mrs. Hua found that the owner of the Hua family didn't let her go after she succeeded once, and the other party still entangled and tried to control her like a cat chasing a mouse.

    She desperately found the third wife of the Hua family who was still alive at that time but was critically ill.

    The third wife took a fancy to Madam Hua's weakness and simplicity, in order to ensure the interests of her own young children, to prevent the fourth wife of the Hua family from coming from a more powerful family.

    She held the important handle of the owner of the flower family and forced him to agree to marry Mrs. Hua.

    As a weak woman who has no right to speak, Mrs. Hua was decided in this way.

    The third lady passed away half a month later. Although the owner of the Hua family was forced to comply with the agreement to marry Mrs. Hua, he was angry and threw her into the inner house indifferently.

    Hua Chengya's grandfather took his hand before he died: "Xiao Cheng, don't resent your mother."

    Faced with the various means of power, their family is not qualified to say no. Madam Hua also accepted this result in despair for the sake of the child in her womb.

    The grown-up Hua Chengya looked at the ward in the dream, her grandfather was panting heavily, and the mist on the oxygen mask flickered and flickered less and less.

    Grandpa's voice gradually decreased: "Your mother can't tell the truth. She used to be under threat and worried about me and your grandmother. Now it's for you."

    He will lose a foothold in the entire circle and even be discriminated against in public.

    Besides, for a mother, the truth of being raped and pregnant is really impossible to tell her son.

    Grandpa's last sentence to Hua Chengya was a sorrowful exhortation: "Good boy, for the sake of her face, you pretend not to know. Your mother is already very bitter, you don't want to Blame her again..."

    The grandfather who got his affirmative answer fell into a coma with relief and passed away shortly after. Hua Chengya's grandmother also passed away more than half a year later.

    At this point, Mrs. Hua's weakness is the only one left.

    Hua Chengya made up her mind that she must stand up by herself and take her mother out of the flower house.

    He can see his mother's eyes getting brighter and brighter as he gradually achieves success in the opera world.

     But Hua Chengya slowly felt a bitter taste. He found that he was not as fond of the road as he thought.

    His heart was torn back and forth between his love and commitment to his mother, and the things he truly loved and the dreams he wanted to pursue.

    Hua Chengya suddenly opened her eyes and broke free from the dream.

    He sat up and let out a long breath.

    Complicated dreams made him very tired.

    He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, and quietly walked out of the room.

    Tonight he was furious for a while, unable to hold back his emotions, and told the truth to Li Goudan to be heard by Mrs. Hua.

    His mother was hit hard and refused to face him, and shut herself in the room with her face covered.

    Hua Chengya looked at the bright full moon outside the window and fell into a moment of confusion.

    He involuntarily walked to a small room at the end of the corridor. It was an exhibition room, which displayed all his honors from childhood to adulthood.

    He opened the door and saw Madam Hua sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the costumes in the glass cabinet in the center of the room.

    That costume was worn by Mrs. Hua and won the highest laurel in the opera world, and later inherited by Hua Chengya, who wore it a few years ago to refresh the minimum age of the winner of the highest laurel.

    Because he was too tall to wear, the costume was displayed here as a souvenir.

     Mrs. Hua saw Hua Chengya coming and stood up in a panic: "Xiao Cheng..."

    Hua Chengya closed the door and walked over, hugging her mother's thin shoulders, looking at her shining face in the moonlight.

    Time treats her so favorably, so many years later, Madame Hua is still dazzlingly beautiful.

    So in the past few years, Hua Chengya has gradually become prosperous. After the anger of the family owner was dispelled by the calculation, he wanted to attack Mrs. Hua again.

    Fortunately, Mrs. Hua's family has no relatives to threaten. Hua Chengya strived for himself, and Ao Jingyi and Zhan Shenlang helped him support him.

     But Hua Chengya still has a strong sense of crisis. He constantly forced himself and tried his best to improve his reputation in the entertainment industry, just to make the Hua family one day, and dare not act rashly.

    Seeing that his mother's mood has calmed down a lot compared to the night, the heaviness in his heart subsided a little: "Mom, don't feel ashamed. I knew the truth long ago. It's not your fault, I don't look down on my mother for that."

    On the contrary, after knowing the truth, he understands more about what his mother has paid for him.

    Mrs. Hua looked up at her son's handsome face and saw the solemnity in his eyes. With a sour nose, she promised, "Don't worry about mom, I will try my best to adjust my mood."

    She wiped her tears: "Don't be sad, Xiaocheng, don't hate yourself."

    Hua Chengya was taken aback when she heard the words.

    He looked into Mrs. Hua's gentle and thorough eyes.

    Mrs. Hua brushed his smooth long hair: "Although I am not a smart and confused person, I know my son."

    She choked out: "Mom feels more heartache than shame."

      It's painful."

    Mrs. Hua gently touched Hua Chengya's forehead like he comforted the crying when he was a child: "Mom loves you very much, I have never blamed you. Being able to give birth to a child like you , I am very happy."

    She stared into his eyes and asked sadly, "I just suddenly thought, did you really stick to the path of opera because you like it?"

    Hua Chengya's eyes dodged.

    He didn't expect his mother to see through his innermost secret.

    After learning the truth, he felt very guilty for a time. Mrs. Hua's pregnancy and having to give birth to him was an important part of her tragic fate.

    Otherwise she might have more and possibly better outcomes.

    Hua Chengya feels that he owes his mother, which is one of the reasons why he must carry his mother's dream even though he is already tired and unhappy.

    He was silent for a moment, and finally replied: "I will go down this road. And this way they can rest assured."

    The brothers and sisters of the Hua family would not watch him take a "right path" and give him a chance to **** the family property.

    Mrs. Hua looked at him as stubborn as a child, opened her mouth, and hesitated.

    She has not been in touch with the outside world for too long. She is out of touch with society, and she doesn't know how to choose a better path for her son in the devious human calculations.

    After a while, she smiled bitterly and said, "I'm a useless mother, I can't help you."

    Hua Chengya held her mother's hand, her eyes slowly swept across the room full of trophies glittering in the moonlight, and said with a smile, "Don't say that. You are with me. Growing up, I feel lucky."

    The shimmering silver light dragged the shadows of them snuggling together. In the silent night, they supported each other and went out.

    After a period of hard training, Hua Chengya finally reached the standard required by Mrs. Hua.

    The cowardly Mrs. Hua showed a moment of self-confidence only in opera.

    The day before the opera performance, Hua Chengya looked at Mrs. Hua who was busy packing her costumes, and suddenly said: "Mom, you can also go to see my live performance tomorrow. ."

    Mantangcai is a high-level opera palace in China. The performances in this theater are not allowed to be videotaped, and there is no internal circulation of film and television materials.

    Hua Chengya's previous performance in Full House, Mrs. Hua could only participate in his rehearsal, and could not see it with her own eyes.

    Mrs. Hua looked a little frightened. She has not been out for a long time, and rarely sees outsiders.

    Hua Chengya solemnly handed a ticket to her mother: "I have already told the owner of the Hua family, and he has no objection. There is still a difference between live performance and rehearsal, you really Won't you come to see once?"

    Facing her son's earnest eyes, Mrs. Hua pressed down the uneasiness in her heart and finally agreed.

    The next day, Hua Chengya went out with her mother and took her to the front seat.

    The front row of the house is full of VIP seats.

    Mrs. Hua looked at the crowd waiting for the opening, drinking melon seeds, drinking tea and chatting, and clenched her handbag uncomfortably.

    Hua Chengya went to the backstage to prepare.

    At this moment, Miss Hua suddenly appeared and took Mrs. Hua's hand cordially: "Madam, why are you sitting here?"

    Because the owner of the Hua family likes to listen to operas, the Hua family has a special box in the full house.

    The box on the upper floor is indeed more noble than the VIP seat, but Hua Chengya never thought of letting her mother sit there from the very beginning.

    Mrs. Hua was forced to stand up by Sister Hua and asked in a panic, "What are you doing?"

    Sister Hua smiled and said hello to the people who looked around: "My wife thinks our juniors are noisy, so she hides herself and runs out to watch the show by herself. But we can't let her down, we still have to Get her back now."

    In front of outsiders, she would never show Mrs. Hua shame.

    She dragged Mrs. Hua upstairs with a secret force: "Let's go, ma'am. Dad didn't come today, but several of our brothers and sisters are here, and we must be filial to you."

     Mrs. Flower who could not resist was taken away from the front row.

    Because Hua Chengya was a little worried about her mother sitting alone in the gap between preparations in the backstage, he went out to take a look, and happened to see Mrs. Hua being brought into the box.

     His face sank, and he immediately walked towards the auditorium.

    Today, he clearly inquired about it on purpose, and neither the owner of the Hua family nor the elder sister of the flower family came.

    That's why he brought his mother out with confidence.

    Sister Hua appeared here at this time, she must have come here on purpose when she heard the news, she was uneasy and kind.

    The makeup artist behind him stopped him anxiously: "Mr. Cheng! Your makeup is not ready yet. You will be playing in a while, so don't waste time."

    And he only wears a middle shirt, and he is going out to be seen by the audience, what kind of words!

    Hua Chengya was so anxious that she didn't have time to explain to the other party, so she just rushed out.

    Everyone couldn't stop him, a crowd of people were about to leave the backstage, and he suddenly stopped himself.

    Hua Chengya saw the railing outside the box on the second floor, and the three of Yu Qiuran were looking at him.

    Yu Qiuran raised his chin in the direction of the Hua's box, and made a gesture to him, indicating that he was at ease.

    Ya Hua Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't pass Xin'er in advance, he assured Yu Qiuran and the others.

    He was surrounded by everyone and went to the dressing room backstage to continue preparing.

    The three of Yu Qiuran walked to the box of Hua's house.

    Ao Jingyi kicked open the door of the box, and Zhan Shenlang used his eyes to scare away the security guards who wanted to come over.

    Yu Qiuran walked in in a big way, and in the stunned eyes of Hua Chengya's brothers and sisters, she pushed the elder sister Hua, holding Mrs. Hua's arm in the box with the most sight Good central seat to sit.

    Ao Jingyi and Zhan Shenlang also sat at the best table.

    The housekeeper or maid sister brought by the three brought their own snacks and tea for them.

    Yu Qiuran brought Mrs. Hua a cup of tea before looking at everyone in the Hua family with a bright smile: "Today, when Ah Cheng is performing, we, Dongmang, will want to come and hold him. field."

    "I heard that the biggest and best box in the theater is reserved by the family for a long time. Everyone is their own people. Would you mind if we put together a table and disturb for a while?"

    Looking at the domineering looks of the three of them, the Hua family members looked different.