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Chapter 133 A Passionate Tsing Yi Actor x Miss Foreign Opera Fan (7)

She said that if he sang well, she would come to listen to him sing.

So he redoubled his efforts and got up before dawn every day to practice his voice.

She said that he wanted to sing with emotion, so he spent the whole day thinking about Yu Ji's state of mind when she committed suicide. Thinking that she almost fell into a demon in the end, she took the prop sword on the stage and wiped it on her neck.

In the end, he became the number one Tsing Yi in Yuncheng, and the best singer was Farewell My Concubine. He never sang that the imperial concubine was drunk because she said she didn't like it.

His Farewell My Concubine was sung for her, so since she left, he never sang it on stage again.

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Chu Xia held the veil in his hand, and his vague memories of the past became clearer after he said this.

She opened her lips, but didn't know what to say.

Meng Huaisheng suddenly said, "Go back to Country M."

Chu Xia lowered her eyes and laughed at herself: "Why don't I want to."

"Chuzhen's [-]th birthday next month, invited me to sing an opera, and I will help you get what you want."

He spoke lightly and delicately, as if there was no difficulty at all.

In fact, Chu Xia couldn't tell what she was thinking in her heart. She returned to China because of the bracelet left by her mother, and because she wanted to unravel the dream.

She turned her gaze to the prayer beads on the table, and suddenly asked, "Mister, do you believe in previous lives?"

He followed her gaze and said, "I believe it."

"There is one thing that has troubled me for a long time," she sat in a different position. "Over the years, I have always had a male voice in my dreams, saying that if he dies, I have to be buried with him, and that I lied to him."

Chu Xia didn't notice Meng Huaisheng's fingers curled up, and when she raised her head, she met his burning gaze.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Meng Huaisheng noticed his loss of composure, turned his eyes away, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

The two of them sat quietly in the room for a while, until Wen Yang outside couldn't bear it anymore and called her name.

Chu Xia responded, got up slowly, thought for a while, and put the handkerchief on the table: "I'm too lazy to wash it, so I'll let you here."

Meng Huaisheng laughed out loud: "Go slowly."

He was good-looking, and he looked even better when he smiled, and his whole body was bright and beautiful.

Chu Xia was a little taken aback, and said something mysteriously: "Mr. is so good-looking, I don't know how many girls' hearts he has attracted."

Meng Huaisheng laughed: "Meng is alone, I dare not hurt other girls."

In fact, Chu Xia regretted it as soon as she uttered the truth. She didn't know why she said it so suddenly, and there was a sour taste in her words.

But after hearing what he said, she was a little unconvinced: "What do you think of me, sir?"

Meng Huaisheng was startled: "Miss Chu, what do you mean?"

Chu Xia pursed her lips and was about to speak when Wen Yang outside urged her again.

She shook her head irritably, and glared at Meng Huaisheng: "I'm leaving."

Looking at her back, Meng Huaisheng inexplicably flashed the words she said again in his mind, chewed them carefully twice, was startled, and then became happy.

When Xiao Tong came in with his lunch, he saw him giggling.

The little boy put down his things and waved his hands in front of his eyes: "Sir? Sir? What are you laughing at?"

"Ah?" Meng Huaisheng came back to his senses, changed his face in a second, and picked up the chopsticks, "It's nothing, you go down first."

The little boy scratched his head, remembering what the class master said to him: "Sir, the class master said that next month, on the [-]th, Prince Wang of Yongle Commercial House will get married, and invited you to sing, will you go?"

The chopsticks in Meng Huaisheng's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

(End of this chapter)