I'm not a theatre god

Jinghong Tower.

squeak——

The shovel pierced the moist soil and pried it twice, and then a large piece of soil was lifted up and covered on the surface of a simple and plain coffin.

Kong Baosheng wiped his wet cheek with his elbow. He couldn't tell whether it was sweat, rain or tears. He just stubbornly looked up with a pair of red eyes and pried the soil again and again to bury the coffin in the theater. Down.

Li Qingshan stood at the door of the backyard, watching this scene with a complicated expression.

After they parted ways at the theater, Kong Baosheng began to take care of his grandma's funeral affairs alone. But now the surrounding neighborhoods have been reduced to ruins, and there is no funeral shop still in business, so he can only remove a few old wooden boards from the theater building, and carefully hammer and join them together with nails and hammers. And Li Qingshan was not asked to help from the beginning to the end.

No one would have thought that the last job this ingenious young man would do in Jinghong Tower was to make a coffin for his grandmother with his own hands... Although it was simple, he put his hard work and emotion into it, and his rough palms were worn out. Bloody and bloody.

"Hello, who is Kong Baosheng?" While Kong Baosheng was still struggling to bury it, a voice came from outside the door.

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng turned around and saw several figures at the entrance of the theater, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, looking in.

"It's me." Kong Baosheng held the shovel and frowned slightly.

"We are members of the Huang Consortium. Our Miss Huang asked us to send flowers to a young man named Kong Baosheng." After the leader finished speaking, several people put down the bamboo baskets behind them at the same time, and opened the lid. , a large number of flowers were displayed in front of Kong Baosheng.

The varieties of these flowers are similar, but the colors are different. Even if they have been out of the soil for a while, they are still fresh, full and full of life.

Kong Baosheng froze on the spot.

"Our lady was originally going to send a cart of flowers...but the surrounding blocks were too badly damaged and cars couldn't drive in, and there is no place to buy flowers now, so we can only send these." The man paused. After a pause, "Please check it."

Seeing this, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh:

"Ms. Huang is really thoughtful... People in the world say that no businessman is a traitor, but Miss Huang conducts business with a 'benevolent heart'. I'm afraid there will never be another person like this in the world."

Kong Baosheng stared blankly at the room full of flowers, his lips pursed unconsciously, and he bowed deeply to several people:

"Thank you Miss Huang for me. I, Kong Baosheng, will definitely repay this kindness in the future."

Several people from Huang's consortium left in a hurry after delivering the flowers.

Kong Baosheng carried these bamboo baskets to the backyard and spread them on the newly filled soil. Flowers of various colors swayed gently in the wind and rain, and the originally bleak and desolate atmosphere suddenly became full of life.

Since there is no place to get a tombstone now, Kong Baosheng can only carve his grandmother's name on the wooden board and finally insert it into the soil among the flowers.

swish swish——

The wind and rain rustled the flowers in the courtyard.

Kong Baosheng, who was all wet, stood there, looking down at the inscription among the flowers, and said softly:

"Mr. Li... you said that my grandma has done so many good things during her lifetime, and she will definitely be able to have a good pregnancy and enjoy happiness in her next life, right?"

"That's natural." Li Qingshan nodded, "Good people will be rewarded."

Kong Baosheng took a deep breath and looked back at Li Qingshan:

"Mr. Li, please leave quickly..."

"You have to come with me."

"I don't want to leave... This is my home. I have nothing but this theater." Kong Baosheng looked down at the inscription in the sea of ​​flowers, as if he saw his grandma standing in the theater, facing him Smile. His face was full of reluctance.

Li Qingshan knew that it would be difficult for him to convince Kong Baosheng. This child was too stubborn... He simply stepped out with a light step and struck Kong Baosheng in the back of the head with a palm, knocking him out directly.

Kong Baosheng felt a strong gust of wind coming, and he lost consciousness as soon as he rolled his eyes, and fell straight into Li Qingshan's arms.

"Sorry, Baosheng." Li Qingshan muttered softly.

Li Qingshan could understand Kong Baosheng's thoughts, but he couldn't do it if he had to watch the child stay and face danger alone... Even if Kong Baosheng would hate him in the future, he would have to take the child to Liu Town.

Li Qingshan picked up his luggage, hugged Kong Baosheng, and walked straight out of the gate of Jinghong Tower;

The pattering rain hit him, moistening the tips of his black hair. He couldn't help but look back and saw an empty theater building, standing silently in the misty rain...

Li Qingshan knew that this might be the last time he saw Jinghong Tower.

"…Goodbye," he muttered.

…

Huang Family Group.

"Miss, the assets have almost been calculated."

In the dim room, Uncle Quan came with a dozen bodyguards carrying suitcases.

Due to the previous large-scale gray world intersection, the power system in the main city of Hongchen was basically paralyzed. Even if the block where the Huang Group is located was not involved in the intersection area, it was still affected. Fortunately, the sky was not very dark at this time, even if there was no With the light, you can also see the surrounding scene clearly.

"explain."

"The cash on the consortium's books is already being loaded into the cars, and some of the money that cannot be loaded is here. In addition, there is no time to realize the fixed assets, and they will most likely have to be abandoned...including several restaurants and factories. , theaters, residences, and several undeveloped parcels of land.”

Uncle Quan flipped through his notebook and said concisely, "Fortunately, our consortium focuses on entertainment, and fixed assets account for a small proportion. Even if we give up those things, the loss is not unacceptable... The contracts of other artists have been packed and placed in the car."

"We can go to Liuzhen at any time."

Huang Suyue nodded slightly. She picked up the suitcase with packed clothes and valuables and was about to leave. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the corner of the dressing table... A gold bracelet was lying there quietly.

The moment she saw the gold bracelet, a memory came to Huang Suyue's heart.

Without any hesitation, she solemnly put the gold bracelet on her wrist, picked up the suitcase, and walked out of the dim door.

"Let's go, we're going to Liuzhen."

"Yes."

Surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards, Huang Suyue walked downstairs, where several black cars had been waiting for a long time.

A bodyguard opened the car door for her, and Huang Suyue and Uncle Quan got in one after another. As the door closed, the car started and drove forward slowly in the tremor... Uncle Quan looked through the car window and took a deep look at the building that was gradually moving away, and sighed.

"I don't know what the consortium will look like when I come back... Maybe it has become a ruin."

"Ruins, so be it."

Huang Suyue sat upright in the back seat of the car, with the suitcase placed on her slender legs. She said firmly,

"...Where I am, there is the Huang Consortium."