I'm not a theatre god

It was already evening when Chen Ling followed Li Qingshan to the door of his house.

The rain clouds have dissipated, and the sky is illuminated red by the sunset. As the lights flicker, the street lights on the bluestone roadside have been turned on, and a two-story house with white walls appears in front of Chen Ling.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Li Qingshan first pushed the firewood to the corner, then took out the key, opened the door, and shouted inside.

A white-haired old man walked out of the house, holding a cane in his hand and walking hobbled; one of her eyeballs seemed to be broken, she glanced sideways in one direction, and the other eye was looking at the red-dressed man behind Li Qingshan. Chen Ling.

She opened her mouth tremblingly and said something vaguely. Li Qingshan came closer and listened twice before shouting loudly into her ear:

"Grandma! This is a friend I met when I was collecting firewood! He also likes to sing!! I'll bring him back for a meal!"

"What? (Fourth tone)"

"Singing opera! Didn't you often listen to it in your early years?!"

"Singing opera?? What kind of opera!"

"Harlequin!!"

Grandma nodded in understanding. After looking at Chen Ling for a long time, she turned around and went back to the house on crutches.

"My grandma is old and her ears are not very good." Li Qingshan smiled apologetically at Chen Ling, "Brother Lin, sit down for a while and I'll cook."

Li Qingshan rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen behind the low door with a bundle of firewood.

Li Qingshan looks like a frail scholar, but in life he is like a giant. He collects firewood, does laundry, cooks, and supports himself and the elderly at home... As bursts of coughing rang out from the kitchen, a wisp of smoke came from the earthen chimney. Floating out slowly.

Woof woof woof——

A thin black native dog saw Chen Ling and immediately started barking.

But as Chen Ling looked at her, the black dog immediately whimpered twice and huddled silently in the corner, not daring to look at Chen Ling again.

The smoke is curling up, the flying swallows are circling, and the poultry in the circle are curiously looking at the strange visitor outside. Chen Ling, dressed in red, stands alone in the yard, like two paintings with completely different styles, out of tune with the surroundings... …

Chen Ling glanced around, as if she had discovered something, and walked to a corner that seemed to be used to pile garbage.

He pulled out a dusty radio.

Chen Ling fumbled around on the radio for a while and found that most of the buttons were broken. He patted the surface of the radio and immediately heard a sizzling sound of electricity.

"This is F101.1, welcome to "Your Moon His Heart"..."

"Zizzizi..."

"...The next song is the song that Mr. Anhezhen Li ordered for Miss Dong. "What kind of woman" is sung by Zhou Ze, a rising star singer in the world of mortals..."

"Zizzizi..."

"At 5:30 every night, lock on the "Red Dust Evening News" and know all the big and small things... According to relevant investigations, it has been determined that the Aurora Realm has been reduced to ruins. The main reason is the corruption and chaos within Aurora City, and internal spies cooperate with the Dusk Society. Destroying outer defenses leads to massive disaster invasions.

According to survivors' descriptions, Twilight Society members massacred civilians for pleasure in causing panic and setting fires. At least hundreds of people were killed in the flames, and Aurora City was reduced to ruins.

Here, "Red Dust Evening News" reminds all listeners that summer is approaching, please pay attention to the safety of electricity and fire... If you find someone suspected of being a member of the Dusk Club around you, please notify the local police immediately..."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

The top leaders of the nine realms blamed everything on the Dusk Society. This was as expected by Chen Ling... After all, they could not admit that the life of Jiujun had entered a countdown, otherwise the remaining seven realms would There will be unprecedented panic, and the order established so far will collapse.

The Dusk Society, an organization that will always appear at the "crime scene", is undoubtedly the best target to frame. Transferring everyone's hatred to the Twilight Society will not only promote their own unity, but also hinder the Twilight Society's "restart" plan to a certain extent, killing two birds with one stone.

"...Among the Dusk Club members, several main suspects have been identified.

Among them, [Hearts 6] Chen Ling, as the main arsonist, also went deep into the Aurora base to assassinate the sleeping Aurora Lord. He was one of the culprits that led to the destruction of the Aurora realm. He is currently listed as the most wanted criminal in all realms... …”

Chen Ling:? ? ?

Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat. She never expected that she would be involved? !

But if you think about it carefully, this is reasonable. After all, when I broke into Aurora City so ostentatiously, the photos had been circulated everywhere. Since the escaped law enforcement officers wanted to frame them, they naturally had to find a clear candidate... And [Heart 6] Chen Ling, who is "famous" in Aurora City, is naturally the best target.

Of course, in a sense, he did destroy Aurora City, and he did set fire to it... But assassinating Lord Aurora? ?

People from the Nine Realms think too highly of themselves.

Hearing noises outside, Li Qingshan hurried out while he was halfway through cooking. When he saw the radio that was playing, his eyes lit up.

"Brother Lin, you actually fixed it?"

Chen Ling silently changed the channel on the radio, "Yeah."

"I have bought this radio for many years. I couldn't repair it no matter how hard I tried before, and I don't have money to buy a new one... I didn't expect that Brother Lin is actually proficient in repairing it?" Li Qingshan took the radio and held it in his hand like a treasure. I can't help but sigh.

"It's not broken in the first place, just pat it and it'll be fine."

"Brother Lin, please sit down for a moment. We can eat in a few minutes."

Li Qingshan returned to the house with the cash register in his arms, and said a few words loudly to his grandma. As the fizzing FM sound switched, a melodious opera sound finally sounded, and he placed it next to his grandma.

The sound of the radio has been turned up to the maximum, so loud that it can be heard clearly outside the courtyard. When the old man sitting by the window like a rotten tree heard the sound, he slightly turned his head to look at the radio, his eyes closed unconsciously, and his head lightened. Shaking, as if intoxicated.

When Li Qingshan saw this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he seemed to remember something and hurried back to the kitchen...

Chen Ling stood alone in the courtyard, looking at the busy Li Qingshan, with a flash of complexity in her expression.

In his mind, the figure of the woman kneeling and crying downstairs in the community once again appeared... The hand holding the U disk in his pocket clenched unconsciously.

The fire under the stove was burning, and the stir-frying of vegetables and oil was like a cheerful accompaniment. Not long after, Li Qingshan's singing slowly sounded from the kitchen, overlapping with the music on the radio, echoing in the dusk.