I'm not a theatre god

"Who's singing?"

"I saw in the newspaper that they only hired a famous opera singer? Why is there an opera at the end?"

"Don't tell me...this man's voice is nice. It's completely different from the old man just now."

"It's a huge difference, isn't it?"

"Without accompaniment, you can achieve this level by singing a cappella alone... There shouldn't be many people in the main city who can do it, right?"

"Damn it, why can't I see it inside? I really want to know what kind of person can sing such a voice... I feel like he must be young."

"..."

The sound of drama coming from the manor made everyone who was about to leave unconsciously stop. They looked at the manor surrounded by misty water vapor, and for a moment they seemed to forget that they were still wet in the rain.

At this moment, it seems that there is only melodious drama left in the world.

…

"Brother Lin...you still said you can't sing?"

In the shadow of the corridor, Li Qingshan looked at the red shadow on the stage with shock in his eyes.

Even Li Qingshan, who has been exposed to opera since childhood, was shocked by Chen Ling's singing voice at this moment. He has listened to so many operas, and it is almost certain that there is no living "female actor" who can sing better than Chen Ling!

"It would be great if Brother Zhou and the others were here...if they heard Brother Lin's play, they would have regained their confidence in the play, right?"

Li Qingshan thought of the several actors who had shared the joys and sorrows with him, and were still overwhelmed by the Beidou Consortium's contract, and sighed.

He lowered his head silently and prayed, praying that everything would go as Chen Ling wished, that those unfair treaties would be destroyed, and that everyone would be free.

On the stage, Chen Ling reflected Li Qingshan's figure in her peripheral vision, and continued to sing melodiously in the rain:

“There are no rich people in the world.

There is also the embrace of hunger, cold and sorrow,

There are also those who cry and howl in frustration.

The people in the sedan played different tunes,

There must be something hidden in my heart..."

…

Squeak - squeak...

Bursts of crisp sounds rang out from the blood-red cocoon ball. In the dead silence of the office, Chong Qi stared at the cocoon ball that wrapped Mu Chunsheng, so nervous that he almost suffocated.

In front of the cocoon ball, Liuzhao and Feijia were wearing black robes, with a smile on their lips at the same time.

"Succeeded..."

Click!

As the last soft sound came out, a pair of arms that were so fair and flawless broke out from the bloody cocoon!

Immediately afterwards, the hands grabbed the cocoon balls on both sides and tore them apart with force. Bloody fragments fell from the office, and a brand new body slowly walked out of it...

He stepped naked over the corpse with only bones left, his soles stained with blood and stepped on the ground step by step. Naked, he stopped in front of the closed curtains, looked down at his young hands, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Okay...I'm really okay...hahahaha...hahahahahahahaha!!!!"

A chronically ill man abandoned the crutch that had supported him for half his life and gained a new life among his corpse... His manic laughter continued, and his desire was like a prairie fire, endless.

Drops of rain hit the window, and a vague drama came from outside:

"My ears are filled with sorrow and my heart is pounding,

Why do fellow travelers howl like this?

Could it be that the husband is too ugly to match the beauty of the woman?

Could it be that the crows were forced into marriage to occupy the Luan's nest..."

…

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have gotten involved!"

"When those two spies came to me, I should have refused directly! I kicked them out of the door... Now, I'll help them connect with my uncle, and I have to get myself involved!!"

"As soon as those two guys arrived, [Fu Sheng Hui] also arrived, and Mu Haowen died... How long can I stay alive?"

In the next room, Li Ruohong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth crazily, wishing he could slap himself on the spot.

The faint sound of drama echoed outside the window, which made Li Ruohong even more upset. He pushed open the window and cursed:

"Sing, sing, sing, where is your mother?? These opera singers are really annoying..."

The sound of drama outside the window became louder and louder, like a chuckle, and seemed to have a hint of ridicule:

"The idiot's question is too careless.

Doubts inevitably linger in your mind.

You shouldn't show off your pride in front of others,

You shouldn’t be so eloquent with your words…”

…

On the edge of the crowd at the venue, the director's spirit was completely tense, and his eyes were constantly searching the surroundings.

He frowned and murmured:

"Damn it, [6 of Hearts]...where did it go?"

"No, this guy can change his face. Maybe he has changed his identity and blended in with the crowd..."

The director's gaze was like a sickle, swiping across the guests one by one, as if trying to find even the slightest incongruity in them...

His eyes fell on the red dress on the stage several times, and then subconsciously moved away, searching the crowd again.

If you want to find someone in this venue who absolutely cannot be [6 of Hearts], that person can only be the actor "Lin Yan" from Jinghong Tower... Therefore, the target must be hiding under the stage!

On the rain-soaked stage, red sleeves fluttered,

Chen Ling looked at him with a smile.

"...This is why life is unpredictable~

I don’t want to reunite today.

Looking back, the prosperity is like a dream,

The rest of my life is about to pay off Jing Tao. "

…

This song "Suo Lin Pouch" tells the story of a Suo Lin Pouch filled with jewels, which was given to a poor woman by a wealthy lady when she got married. Then an accident occurred a few years later, and the wealthy lady was in trouble, but was given to this poor woman again. The story of a poor woman being rescued. I feel that the fate of the world is mysterious and unpredictable, as if there is some kind of existence in the dark, arranging everything.

Chen Ling chose this song on a whim. Although the lyrics told a story, it seemed to be consistent with everything that was happening right now, so she sang it.

The heavy rain drenches Chen Ling's figure, and clear water drops roll down the tips of her black hair. The already soaked opera robe dances on the stage like a fluttering red butterfly, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Looking from the audience, Hong Yi is in the play.

Watching from the stage, are all the living beings in the rain not in the play?

The sleeves rise and fall, the threads of fate are woven in the dance of red clothes, and in the reflection of the wet eyes on the stage, the curtain of a great drama slowly opens as his performance comes to an end...

The drama has ended, but everyone has not recovered from the stunning performance just now. The only thing left in the world is the soft sound of rain hitting the umbrella eaves, and the last echo of the drama lingering in the sky.

"The show is over."

On the stage, the actor in red raised his mouth slightly, and his soaked opera robe slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the sky.

A murmur that only he could hear sounded at the same time,

"The show... begins."

…

Comes in a gorgeous and exquisite gift box.

Silent on the surface of the dark bomb, a handwritten note is written automatically without wind.

——[The actor's curtain call, grand fireworks].