I'm not a theatre god

After Chen Ling finished speaking, Jinghong Tower fell into dead silence again.

Li Qingshan, who was standing aside, saw this and subconsciously wanted to tug on Chen Ling's sleeves to remind him to pay attention to the way he spoke, but his fingertips only touched nothingness.

Of course Li Qingshan understood what Chen Ling meant. The war was coming and Jinghong Tower could no longer stay, but his statement was indeed too strong.

For Kong Baosheng, there are only two most important things in the world. One is his grandma who brought him up with her own hands, and the other is the Jinghong Tower left by his grandma... When he was most desperate, he chose to sell Jinghong Tower to Grandma was treating the illness, and it was at this time that Chen Ling came into his life.

Perhaps subtly, Chen Ling's position in Kong Baosheng's heart has become as important as grandma, and she is as kind to him as a mountain.

For Chen Ling, Jinghong Tower may be just a tool to complete tasks; but for Kong Baosheng, it is the legacy left by his grandmother, the place where he grew up, and the place where he and his husband have gone through countless hardships. , the theater opened after overcoming all kinds of obstacles... When Jinghong Tower exploded, no one was happier than Kong Baosheng.

The spotless floor, the well-organized seats, the kitchen always filled with all kinds of ingredients... This child, who is not yet an adult, does the work of several people by himself, but does not complain at all, because this place is his. Home.

The product of Chen Ling's mischief, in the eyes of this child, is the whole world.

Now that his grandma is dead, Chen Ling and Jinghong Tower are his spiritual support... But Chen Ling chooses to give up Jinghong Tower without any nostalgia.

The husband is gone, the play is no longer sung, Jinghong Tower is gone, what does he have left?

Kong Baosheng has nothing left.

Just like a wanderer who left home since childhood, even if he owns a brand new house, "home" is no longer home... This is why so many people are unwilling to leave their homeland, in the face of other people's doubts or incomprehensible voices. , stubbornly staying in place. Sometimes, "emotion" takes precedence over everything else, including reason.

Li Qingshan could step into Kong Baosheng's shoes and know why this child was so determined, or stubborn, to stay in Jinghong Tower, but Chen Ling couldn't.

Chen Ling looked at those red eyes and frowned, feeling incomprehensible... The theater is just a theater. The most important thing is to save your life when you leave here. The worst is to spend money to build a new one in the future.

Chen Ling could not sympathize with Kong Baosheng. From the perspective of the "audience", Kong Baosheng's quarrel was unreasonable and could even be said to be a deception.

Kong Baosheng looked at Chen Ling and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Pat-ta-ta-

Tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the ground, just like rainwater across the hollow roof, dripping into the buckets he had placed with his own hands. Not a drop of rainwater wet the stage, but the ground under Kong Baosheng was stained with water.

Chen Ling wanted to say something more to Kong Baosheng, but at this moment, he seemed to notice something strange and glanced at the void above his head...

"I have something to do with my body." Chen Ling spoke faster, "Anyway, you have to leave Jinghong Tower as soon as possible. If nothing else happens, I will wait for you in Liu Town."

Chen Ling's eyes swept over Li Qingshan, Kong Baosheng, and Huang Xuyue in turn, with an extremely solemn expression.

"I understand. Li Qingshan took a deep breath,

"Brother Lin, go ahead and do your work. We'll see you in Liu Town."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, and her translucent body became increasingly faded, eventually disappearing into nothingness.

"Miss, let's leave quickly!" Uncle Quan walked quickly to Huang Xueyue, his eyes full of anxiety, "If what that adult said is true, we can't stay in the main city of Hongchen... Now go back and clean up Wait, we'll go to Liuzhen right away

Huang Xuyue was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng:

"I'm really sorry. I need to go back and deal with the affairs of the Huang Consortium before I can go to Liu Town... I won't go with you two.

"No problem." Li Qingshan raised his hands and clasped his fists, "Miss Huang, see you in Liu Town."

"Um

Huang Xueyue nodded, walked to Kong Baosheng, squatted down, and said softly, "Baosheng, although Mr. Lin spoke a little harshly, it's still for your own good... don't be angry with him, okay?"

"I'm not angry with Mr., I'm just... I'm just a little sad. Kong Baosheng lowered his head and his voice was choked with sobs.

"You go first, I want to see grandma off..."

Huang Xuyue touched his head, looked at Uncle Quan and walked out the door.

The raindrops dripped from the eaves, like a curtain woven with crystal beads. She walked across the threshold of the theater wearing a yellow skirt, her eyes swept across the devastated streets of the main city, her expression was extremely complicated...

Uncle Quan hurriedly followed her and opened an oil-paper umbrella to protect her from the swaying rain. Huang Xuyue turned back and took a deep look at the signboard of Jinghong Tower, then walked towards the end of the road.

"Uncle Quan

"What's the matter, miss?"

"In a moment, send someone to deliver a cart of flowers to Jinghong Tower.

Uncle Quan was stunned, remembering that Kong Baosheng had just said that his grandmother loved growing flowers during her lifetime, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you doing it for that child?"

"This child is indeed not easy. Huang Suyue sighed, "I wanted to give him a fund subsidy before, but he refused to accept it... Now, this is the only way I can help him.

"Yes, ma'am.

…

Chen Ling's consciousness returned to her body, and the originally blooming world of mortals also converged into flowers.

He had no time to check the status of the flowers, but suddenly raised his head and looked upward. He saw that the lines of the relief door were clearly carved in the void, and above it, an abstract giant face was outlined!

The second palace!

A pair of triangular eyes hung in the air, like the sun and the moon. He looked down at the tiny Chen Ling and said in shock:

"Guernica is ineffective... How is this possible? What did you do?!"

Feeling the pressure of the eighth level, Chen Ling's face suddenly became ugly. He did not hesitate to activate [Cloud Step] and tried to escape far away!

However, no matter how Chen Ling accelerated, he hardly moved relative to the Second Hall. Now he was in "Guernica", and the scroll was in the hands of the Second Hall. It was like Sun Wukong trapped in the palm of Tathagata Buddha. No matter how many somersaults he did, he could not escape.

The Second Hall looked at the fleeing Chen Ling and the plum blossom 8 on his shoulder. A solemn look appeared on his abstract face. He was about to make a move, and a sudden white light suddenly flashed from the sky above the void!

"This is..." Chen Ling felt the passing white light and was slightly stunned.

He looked up and saw that the face of the Second Hall had disappeared in the dark void...