Quick Wear: Charming Female Supporting Role Cannot Be Enough

The heavy rain hit Chu Hua's body like a waterfall.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as if they were pressed down by a huge rock, and were extremely heavy.

A strong feeling of dizziness came over Chu Hua like a tidal wave, making her head buzz and her body shake involuntarily a few times.

"My start is getting worse and worse." Chu Hua sighed helplessly in her heart.

[Ha, haha, mistake! Just a small mistake~]

System 667 looked awkward for a moment.

It had originally been looking forward to teleporting the host directly to the time when Ling Chuhuan grew up, so that the host could suffer less.

But what I never expected was that a small accident happened.

The host now is just an eight-year-old girl!

Chu Hua clearly felt that her body had reached its limit, and she knew she could not delay any longer.

So, she said decisively in her heart:

"This body can't hold on any longer. Send me the plot first."

【it is good! 】

The system did not dare to delay any longer and quickly transmitted the plot to Chu Hua.

During the turbulent and war-torn period of the Republic of China, new ideas were like surging waves, constantly impacting old ideas, resulting in an extremely intense collision between the two.

Coincidentally, Ling Chuhuan's biological father Ling Jie was a poor scholar who was baptized by new ideas.

Her mother, Qin Fang, is a traditional and conservative woman.

Their marriage was entirely in compliance with their parents' orders and the matchmaker's words, and there was no trace of love between them at all.

However, Lingjie, who accepted the new idea, stubbornly desired to find his true love.

When Ling Chuhuan's mother Qin Fang gave birth to her after much difficulty, Ling Jie left cruelly and never came back.

Time passed quietly, until Ling Chuhuan was seven years old, Ling Jie actually came back.

However, the purpose of his return this time was to divorce Qin Fang.

Moreover, he brought back a woman who claimed to be Lingjie's true love.

At that time, the woman was already pregnant.

Qin Fang was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to fight with her, so she left sadly with Ling Chuhuan.

If her husband never liked her, how could he like the child she gave birth to?

Qin Fang became one of the first women to be divorced by her husband.

Being conservative and traditional by nature, she could not bear the torment caused by this huge change.

The gossip of neighbors was like tiny needles, piercing her heart all the time.

Those words almost drove her crazy.

In the end, she unfortunately fell seriously ill and there was no cure.

When Ling Chuhuan was eight years old, Qin Fang passed away reluctantly, leaving Ling Chuhuan alone to face this difficult world.

The little Ling Chuhuan was completely ignorant of the cruel changes in the world. She only knew that the man called father no longer wanted her and her mother had left her forever.

She is now just an orphan and cannot even afford the money for her mother Qin Fang's burial.

In desperation, she could only kneel outside the opera house, begging the owner of the theater to take her in and lend her some money so that she could bury her mother properly...

Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and secretly sighed that fortunately the original owner was a smart girl who knew that the owner of the theater was kind-hearted.

If she ran to the place with willows in a panic, it would be terrible. It would be too late for me to arrive.

The rain was still falling, and Chu Hua's vision was completely blurred, as if the whole world was shrouded in a layer of hazy mist.

She tried to move her legs, but the original owner had been kneeling for too long.

At this time, her legs were already numb, and the slightest movement caused severe pain. The piercing pain made her gasp.

"hiss--"

Her dry and hoarse voice was extremely uncomfortable, but Chu Huan could still keenly perceive that it was definitely a good voice!

I think the original owner must have discovered this advantage of his own, so he came to the Liyuan.

Chu Huan secretly circulated her soul power, trying to make herself feel better. Her thin figure looked particularly petite in the rain, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

An old butler in a long gown walked slowly out of the Pear Garden holding an oil-paper umbrella.

He looked at the little girl in the rain, and suddenly felt pity for her, but he said helplessly:

"Little girl, the Liyuan doesn't accept women, you should go back."

Chu Huan raised her little face stubbornly. Her big watery eyes, embedded in the palm-sized face, looked particularly bright.

Her eyes revealed determination and desire, as if there was a flame burning.

"Please give me a chance, sir!"

Her voice was clear and pleasant, as melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley.

Even the old butler, who had been immersed in the opera world for many years and had heard countless wonderful voices, was stunned.

The old housekeeper secretly sighed in his heart that if this child was a boy, he would definitely shine in the opera world and become a shining star.

"Alas, little girl, this is not for me to decide."

The old housekeeper sighed helplessly, "You'd better go back early and don't waste your energy. If you continue like this, not only will your health be damaged, but your family will also worry."

The old housekeeper tried hard to persuade Chu Hua, hoping that she would give up and look for another place.

Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, the little guy in front of him had tears in his eyes.

The tears were welling up in her eyes, as if they would fall down at any moment.

"Huan'er, I have no home anymore..."

There was endless sadness and desolation in Chu Hua's voice.

"Please take me in, sir! I don't need to sing opera. I can do anything as long as you give me a meal!"

Her tone was full of pleading, which made people feel pity.

The old butler was slightly moved by the little girl's sincere eyes.

The rain poured down heavily, hitting her small body fiercely. Water droplets flowed slowly down her hair, soaking her tattered clothes.

The old butler felt a little embarrassed. If this opera house belonged to him, he could naturally make the decision and take in this poor little girl without hesitation.

But the theater owner is not someone who is easy to talk to...

Time passed quietly minute by minute, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

Chu Hua's body was trembling slightly in the rain, like a leaf swaying in a storm, which could be destroyed by the wind and rain at any time.

In the end, the old butler compromised.

He sighed softly, "Hey, little girl, stop standing there. Come here, I'll take you in."

The old butler waved at Chu Hua, motioning her to come over.

Hearing this, a smile finally broke out on Chu Huan's pale little face, like a flower blooming in the haze, instantly lighting up the surrounding darkness.