Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Pei Yiqing tried to pull his hand out. He already believed 90% of what Jinchen said. Perhaps in order to save a little face for Xiao Bofeng, he wanted to end the conversation in a friendly way.

"I don't believe what you said. If you didn't intend to lie to me, you would have explained everything clearly the day you returned to Peking."

But Xiao Bofeng held it tightly, unwilling to let him leave like this. Seeing Pei Yiqing's resolute attitude, he felt as painful as a trapped beast.

"I know I was wrong...Xiaoqing, please trust me this time. If you want, I can give up everything and leave Peking with you."

The third step is to be willing to elope, but still have your own ambitions.

Pei Yiqing couldn't pull his hand away and was instead held so tightly that it hurt. He stared at Xiao Bofeng, and after a moment he let out a long sigh and became somewhat interested.

It's not that he wanted to listen to Xiao Bofeng's nonsense, but he wanted to verify how many of the steps his sister-in-law said this familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him could hit.

"Give up everything, Xiao Bofeng, are you willing to do that?" Pei Yiqing did not evade anymore and continued speaking according to Xiao Bofeng's words.

"I'm willing to do that! But... not now. Wait until I have dealt with the Xiao family's affairs, and then I'll leave here with you. Can you give me some more time?"

Xiao Bofeng looked at him in a trance, his handsome eyes and brows revealing deep love.

Pei Yiqing lowered his eyelashes and twitched his mouth with sarcasm and helplessness.

For some reason, Pei Yiqing suddenly thought of the scene in the Caifa Theater that day when Xu Nanchun leaned in Xiao Bofeng's arms.

"What about Xu Nanchun?" Pei Yiqing asked in a low voice and pulled his hand back forcefully.

"Can you bear to part with him?"

Xiao Bofeng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, and a smile appeared on his brows. "So you are just jealous. Xu Nanchun is just an opera singer. If you don't like him, I will never see him again."

Pei Yiqing: "..."

How disgusting.

He drank tea to suppress the discomfort in his heart, as if he was recalling something through Xiao Bofeng.

How can a person pretend to that extent?

"Xiaoqing, I..."

"Wait a minute."

Pei Yiqing interrupted him, lowered his head to look at the steaming tea, his vision becoming a little blurry.

"Do you still want to say, let me give you some more time, let me understand your difficulties, and when everything is over, we can be together well."

Xiao Bofeng was completely stunned. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

"It is true." Pei Yiqing put down the teacup.

He also felt that Jinchen's words were too much, and they were exactly the same when applied to Xiao Bofeng.

"I don't believe a word you just said."

Xiao Bofeng's expression darkened, "Xiao Qing, what else do you want me to do?"

"I think you can recognize yourself."

Pei Yiqing stood up, put the meal money on the table, and took out a yellowed poetry collection from his bag. He said slowly and seriously, "Xiao Bofeng, this is our first meeting in Shanghai. I thought you were a good friend I could trust."

"When I accepted this poetry collection you gave me, I felt that it was a rare thing for us to have such mutual understanding."

"But guess what I found out."

He opened the title page and pointed to the clumsy names on the first page of the poetry collection, which had been scribbled out with a pen and were difficult to read.

"This is Xu Nanchun's name."

"You're so ridiculous. You betrayed his feelings and still want to deceive me."

Xiao Bofeng frowned and looked down. Perhaps this collection of poems was on the table and was written by him when he was teaching Xu Nanchun calligraphy one day.

The handwriting was blurry and he had long forgotten about the incident.

"Xiaoqing, this is..." "Misunderstanding."

Pei Yiqing took over his words and shook his head with a complicated look, "Too many misunderstandings is the truth, forget it, Xiao Bofeng."

"Even if these things didn't happen, we wouldn't be on the same path."

"Why?" Xiao Bofeng asked, unable to calm down for a moment.

"At present, there is chaos everywhere. The people of Beiping can still live in peace in a corner, but if you help the garrison to intervene in the pharmaceutical factory, the people will not even be able to find health. I cannot accept your idea."

Pei Yiqing pushed the poetry collection and the meal money over and said solemnly, "Goodbye."

Xiao Bofeng sat there, watching the Jue Ran figure leave, and his eyes fell on the name he had crossed out on the title page. He did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, his assistant entered the private room, looked around, and whispered to Xiao Bofeng, "Master, Mr. Weier invites you to meet upstairs to discuss the auction in the next few days."

"understood."

Pei Yiqing hurried and finally got back to Weiyang Theater when the play was over. He bent over and sat down next to Pei Yinnian.

"Brother, I'm back!"

Pei Yinnian glanced at him sideways, chuckled, and said nothing.

Xu Liu, on the other hand, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She took out a handkerchief from her bosom and pinched her son's face to wipe away his tears. "You are so old, but you are still crying because you didn't get to see the good show."

Pei Yiqing: "..."

He sniffed, covered his face with a handkerchief, and concentrated on the stands.

Suddenly I felt relaxed all over.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 55! 】

The beauties and actresses on the stage stepped on the clouds amid the changing light and shadow, sang the closing song with agile and graceful movements, and were full of vigor. They held the swords on their swords and drank from the cups, and everyone in the room was mesmerized.

The look towards the audience only accommodates one person, and the eyes are like autumn waves, filled with dazzling affection.

Pei Yinnian sat in the main seat, his eyes and brows showing a little more softness and tenderness.

The swallows from Peking flew back and built nests under the eaves of the houses. This happened year after year, and time just passed.

Seven days later, as the fans left with sighs and satisfied laughter, the competition between Weiyang Theater and Caifa Theater finally came to an end.

In the first five days, the two families were still equally matched in power, and even if there was a contrast, it was not very obvious. But in the last two days, the Xiao family seemed to have given up on the theater. No one came, and they no longer cared about promoting it.

Compared with the Weiyang Theater which was packed with people every day, all the people who were attracted there loved it, so the outcome was already decided.

Two days later, Weiyang Theater published an advertisement announcing its victory, and Jinchen's name became famous in Peiping. Several major newspapers put him on the front page, and the photo alone was enough to attract people.

In contrast, Xu Nanchun has not been able to perform on stage for two years, and the Caifa Theater is becoming increasingly decadent.