Spectator

When Luo Zhitong came to the door of the theater troupe Su Qingyi's room with big bags and small bags, two police officers in police uniforms just passed her by. Go back.

Then he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

When she opened the door and entered, Su Qingyi was lazily leaning on the bed and reading a book. She didn't know if it was because of a fever, her pale face was slightly flushed, and her eyes flashed when she saw her. A little surprise.

"Mr. Su's illness is better?" Luo Zhitong smiled and handed the few packs of medicine to the troupe guy who was taking care of Su Qingyi, and ordered Dao to fry the medicine immediately.

The guy took the medicine bag, looked at Su Qingyi hesitantly, and answered for a long time.

Su Qingyi looked up at Luo Zhitong fixedly, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Luo Zhitong said: "Mr. Su should know who asked me to bring this medicine. He found the best doctor in the city to prescribe this medicine. I came all the way here. If Mr. Su doesn't accept it, Don’t you want me to be caught in the middle—”

After a pause, she smiled again: "In other words, even if Mr. Su doesn't want to accept you, you still have to consider your own health. Having a cold and fever is not a trivial matter. If something goes wrong with your throat after a long time, the gain outweighs the loss. Since Mr. Su is the pillar of the troupe, how could he not understand this truth?"

Su Qingyi listened to her quietly, and looked at her without saying a word.Luo Zhitong also responded with a smile and looked back.

After a long time, Su Qingyi pursed her lips, a complex expression flashed in her beautiful eyes, and it took a long time before she said slowly: "Ah Jiu, take it."

The guy named Ah Jiu nodded repeatedly, bowed to Luo Zhitong to thank him, and then happily ran to the kitchen to make medicine.

Luo Zhitong poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Su Qingyi, then found a chair to sit down, and said, "Actually, Shen Yu really cares about you."

She was not at all surprised to see Su Qingyi's frown suddenly when she heard that name.

She smiled, and said on her own: "Really, Mr. Su, go to our circle to inquire. He, Shen Ershao, has never been so kind to anyone except you."

Su Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and asked with lowered eyes: "He treats me...don't you think it's strange?"

Luo Zhitong knew what he was referring to, so he waved his hand indifferently and said, "Hey, what's the matter. As for me, I just came back from studying abroad in the first month. Let me tell you, this is the way of thinking in China. It's too rigid and old-fashioned, a bit rigid and conservative. In foreign countries, such... such things between two men are really common."

At that moment, Su Qingyi showed a little confused expression on his face.

Luo Zhitong stared at Su Qingyi's exquisite and beautiful profile, and could only sigh softly.

"With Mr. Su's quiet personality, I'm afraid that Shen Yu's tossing around all day will cause you a lot of trouble, right?"

Su Qingyi raised her eyebrows noncommittally.

"Although I have only known you for a few days, there is a saying that you have to believe me. I can tell that Shen Yu really likes you, do you believe it?"

Su Qingyi lowered his eyes, Luo Zhitong could see his long eyelashes trembling slightly.I don't know how long it took before he raised his head, exhaled lightly, smiled slightly at her, and shook his head lightly, with elegant and gentle movements, words overflowed from his lips one by one:

"I do not believe."

Luo Zhitong was startled, and saw Su Qingyi turned his face out of the window, the sun after the rainstorm was extraordinarily warm, shining through the window on his face, softly glowing a layer of white light, the beautiful face was reflected very clearly, It looked so serene and peaceful, one couldn't help holding one's breath carefully, for fear of breaking the beautiful dream-like scroll in front of one's eyes.

Su Qingyi smiled and said: "Life is like a play, and a play is like life. There is always a time when the show is over, and the stage is empty at the end of the song. The amazing time on the stage in the past seems to be just a big empty dream, true or false False, people can't tell the difference."

After a pause, he stretched out his hand to touch a sandalwood folding fan beside the bed, and gently unfolded the fan. There was a bit of obsession between his brows, as if he was stroking his lover.

He suddenly laughed lowly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, "It is said that opera actors are the most ruthless, they sing about the warmth and warmth of the world, and perform all the separation and separation in the world, but in the end they are just a person who is lonely for half his life. Others say that we It doesn't matter if actors are obsessed with it, or if we enter the theater, as long as we stand on the three-foot red platform, we will never get out of it for the rest of our lives."

"Singing sorrows and joys alone on the stage will eventually end. So I never believe in those so-called eternity, so-called promises. I can't believe it, and I don't dare to believe it."

Opera is lonely, and those who sing opera are even more lonely.Standing in front of the heavy curtain in bright costumes, facing the dim light, twirling orchid fingers to sing the sadness in the play, but under the thick makeup, no one knows the joys and sorrows in their hearts geometry.

The play breaks up, the lights go out, people leave, and the tea cools down.

Luo Zhitong looked at Su Qingyi quietly, only felt that the person in front of him was pale and weak, the desolation in his eyes was suffocating, as if he didn't belong to this world, and would leave them in the next second.

She suddenly felt that her heart was congested, and an uncomfortable feeling suddenly rushed into her heart. The painful feeling that she wanted to vent but had nowhere to go made her at a loss as to what to do, so she could only stuff it in her heart.

She felt her eye sockets getting hotter and hotter, and her vision gradually blurred. When she came back to her senses, two lines of tears had already flowed down her cheeks.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and suddenly there was a rustling sound. She raised her head and found that Su Qingyi got out of bed at some point and walked in front of her, handing her a handkerchief.

Then he bent down and looked at her, and said with a helpless soft smile: "Why are you crying?"

The faint smile drawn on those thin lips, like the warm winter sun, made her get lost in it unconsciously.

Luo Zhitong was dumbfounded, she swore that this was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen in her life.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed his sleeve tightly, without leaving a single gap, as if she was holding on to something most precious, for fear that if she let go, she would never see it again in this life.

The man in front of him who looks like a banished fairy is actually very lonely.

In this small room, she clearly heard a slight sigh from Su Qingyi.