[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Edwin opened today's letter, and after reading it hastily, she took out the theater tickets that came with it and went to the garden to find Jacques.

Jacques and Blaise were squatting next to a nursery, Brace was filling the hole with a shovel, and Jacques was helping him hold a sapling.

"What are you doing?" Edwin stretched his hand and rubbed Blaise's hair.

"Plant a lemon tree," Blaise replied without looking up.

"If we're lucky, we'll be able to eat the lemons grown by Blaise in two or three years." Joaquin took the handkerchief from Edwin La, and Blaise added while raising his face for her to wipe his sweat. road:

"Joaquin said my dad was an expert in herbal medicine, didn't he? But lemon trees have nothing to do with herbalism!"

"If you can't even grow lemon trees well, wouldn't you have passed out on the spot when you saw a mandrake in second grade?"

"Then is my father a master of herbal medicine?" He was obsessed with the previous question.

Edwina secretly glanced at Jacques, and seeing that he didn't look strange, she replied, "Yes."

"Can you be more specific?" Blaise asked.

"Just tell him, Edwina." Jacques said, and he looked up and smiled at her.

"Okay." She knelt down between the two of them and picked up another shovel. "The first time I met him, he was walking around the castle and thinking about how to transplant tiaotiao roots into patties." What's going to happen on the wood."

Blaise was stunned.

"He's just such a nerd."

"I just asked Blaise which house he wanted to go to," Joaquin told her with a smile. "He said he liked Ravenclaw because his dad graduated there."

At this moment Blaise shook his head hastily: "Forget it, forget it, Ravenclaw is not suitable for me."

"Ravenclaw...it is true that some strange people often come out." Constance, Lockhart, and Darren, strictly speaking, each of them has its own "wonderful" features.

The topic naturally diverted from Darren.

After planting the lemon tree, Edwin pulled Blaise to take a shower and change clothes. She handed the ticket to Jacques: "Sylvia invited me to watch the new show."

"Go ahead, I'll take care of Blaise."

"Thank you for your hard work." Edwin paused, and seeing her hesitate to speak, Jacques took the initiative to explain:

"Even though they didn't have the chance to meet, I felt the need to let Blaise know what kind of person his dad was."

"Do not you mind?"

"Mind what? He loves you and I love you. He owns your past and I own your future. It doesn't conflict. I'm Blaise's stepfather, but I don't want to completely take Darren's place. He should be in Blaise has a place in his heart." Jacques grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, "Brace is a very easy child to get along with, I will work hard to learn to be a father, and you have to correct me if I am wrong. "

"Jaquin..." Her eyes were a little moist.

"I know what you're worried about. I thought about these things before I proposed to you." He kissed her, "Come on, let's pick out the clothes you will wear at night."

The play is called "Madame A's Castle". Looking at the introduction, it is a suspenseful love story.

"This is the premiere, so there are so many people." Sylvia sat down in the reserved box with her arm in his arms, "Damn it!"

"What's the matter?" Edwina knew who Sylvia was scolding as soon as he asked - Lopez and Ethan walked into the box hand in hand.

"What a coincidence." Lopez chuckled as if he had expected it, "We meet again, Mrs. Zabini."

Sylvia cursed in a low voice: "Why doesn't this theater provide double boxes?"

Edwina didn't bother to talk to Lopez at all, she didn't even turn her head, and secretly patted Sylvia's hand to signal that she didn't have to worry about it.

"Congratulations." Ethan came forward, his eyes a little dark, "I heard that Pennington has been secretly in love with you for many years, and he finally got his wish."

"Thank you." Edwin pulled his gaze forward.

"I don't know Blaise..."

"Thank you for your concern, Blaise likes Jacques very much." Edwin pulls him off, and she slowly shifts her gaze back to his face, "It's you, you should care more about your own family affairs. "

"This will be a good show, Mrs. Zabini." Lopez said quietly from the side.

"Then who do you think will play the clown?" Sylvia, who couldn't bear it any longer, sarcastically sarcastically.

On the stage, the curtain slowly opened.The narration starts, and the hero and heroine come on stage.

A cliche love story.The ordinary young man is favored by the lady, but he always suspects that she has some secrets from her... No.

This is the story about the black widow.

This is her story.

This is a deliberately distorted version!

"Edwina," Sylvia's voice changed slightly, "it's Lopez playing tricks!"

It was a good show--

[Protagonist] I guessed your secret, Mrs. A!I guess what you're hiding - you're an angel and a devil.Now I know it all, and whose blood stained the rose in your bosom.All your husbands have suffered and been brutally and bloodily murdered.Ah, those rumors, true rumors.

[Madame A] Slander!

[Protagonist] I have to verify them myself!Open your last door.

[Mrs. A] Here, this last key.Now go open the door and see, they are all waiting for you.O my old lovers!

[Protagonist] Deliberate murder!

[Ms. A] They have condensed all my wealth, and their blood has watered my roses.Incomparable beauty—you see, this is my weapon of death!

[Actor] Wonderful!Is this position reserved for me?I am the fifth!

[Mrs. A] I met my first husband at dawn.The morning light shining on the mountains belongs to him, the dense forest shrouded in thick mist belongs to him, and the countless old books covered in dust belong to him.

[Actor] Ah, he is wiser than me.

【Mrs. A】I met my second husband during the daytime.The gushing sunlight is his, the boundless sky is his, the thunderous applause is his.

[Actor] Ah, he is more brilliant than me.

[Ms. A] I met the third husband in the afternoon.The dazzling sun belongs to him, the great ship that rides the wind and waves belongs to him, and the innocent lamb that died young belongs to him.

[Protagonist] Ah, he is more composed than me.

【Mrs. A】I met the fourth husband at dusk.

[Protagonist] Stop talking!

[Madame A] The solemn and desolate sunset belongs to him.

[Protagonist] Shut up!

[Ms. A] The mysterious and treacherous castle belongs to him, and the strong and dry liquor belongs to him.

[Protagonist] Forgive me!

[Mrs. A] And you—

[Protagonist] Please!

[Mrs. A] I met you at midnight——

[Protagonist] You are the most vicious criminal!

[Mrs. A] The star-studded night belongs to you——

[Male Protagonist] Why are you doing this!

[Mrs. A] The unstoppable quill belongs to you——

"Slap!" A crisp slap interrupted the performance on the stage, and the audience who were whispering because of the plot turned their heads to look at the box. Edwin pulled back his hand slowly, and Lopez covered his cheek with a twinkle in his eyes. With a malicious light, "It seems that you don't know what it means to accept it when you see it, Mrs. Lopez."

Her voice echoed throughout the theater, bringing the show to a climax.

"It's useless to talk, people never bother to listen to excuses, but are more keen on malicious gossip. I'm too lazy to speak for myself, but Lopez, you are [-] times dirtier than me. Don't think that people forget your experience in France Shame, those love affairs are enough to write ten plays, not to mention your role as an accomplice in the Chatillon case." She paused for a moment, "I'm fed up with your slander and frame, I will contact the French police immediately , if you have any resentment or dissatisfaction, just save it and talk to them when the time comes!"

The theater was eerily quiet.

"Edwin La—"

"Let go of me!" she snapped, and Ethan subconsciously let go of her extraordinarily cold glance, "You are as vile as she is!"

She walked away, followed by Sylvia.

Life is like a play, and the real story is much more exciting than the stage.The audience whispered to each other, it seems that this time they will not be able to reconcile easily, and one of them must pay the price in blood.

"You have to help me..."

"Let go!" He pushed Lopez away impatiently, and chased out the door without hesitation, "Edwinla!"