Shili Yangchang

Although puzzled by Ivan's words, Al went to the theater on time.This is the second time he has watched Peking Opera, and he still doesn't like this noisy place.Surprisingly, shortly after entering the arena, Arthur, dressed in men's clothing, sat beside him with the same surprised expression on his face.

"If I knew you were here, I would never come!" Arthur muttered dissatisfied.

Al smiled narrowly: "Missy is back? Is it exciting to run away from home?"

Arthur was not irritated by him for the first time: "I will not run away again, I decided to break off the engagement with you. Also, if you call me Missy again, I will break your neck!"

"Don't be so fierce, no high-society dandy would dare to marry you like this, I'm afraid you will return to my arms again!" Al mocked without losing the opportunity, and finally saw Arthur's angry expression.

"Don't ever mention that disgusting marriage to me again!" Arthur threatened viciously.

Al accepted it as soon as he saw it: "Arthur, breaking the engagement will cause you far more losses than me. I want to know what you think."

"A boy told me that he was a woman on stage and a man off stage," Arthur recalled Hong Kong, "I don't want to be a woman forever in my life."

While talking, a performance started on the stage. This one was "Fenhe Bend". Al couldn't understand the libretto, but he couldn't take his eyes off the frown and smile of the female character. Every shot is poignant.When he happened to meet the eyes of the heroine, he saw a flash of inspiration in the eyes of the heroine, and in just a moment, he had already recognized the person behind the heavy makeup, and he could not mistake those eyes.

Ivan was right, Wang Yao was the most beautiful woman on stage.

Recalling the few contacts he had with Wang Yao, Wang Yao in his impression was mysterious, agile and masculine, but these two completely different images could be perfectly unified in one person, Al couldn't help but sigh: " There are women on the stage and men off the stage, is that the case?" Turning his head to look at Arthur, the latter was also watching intently.

After the play was over, Al rushed to the backstage impatiently, and Arthur followed behind him, muttering to himself: "I don't want to follow you, it's just that I happen to have something to do!"

It was Gangzai who stopped them, and Arthur exclaimed in surprise: "Gangzai, you sang so well just now, you can't tell that you are a man disguised as a woman!"

Kong Zai was expressionless: "It's not me who came on stage just now, it's my brother Yu Tangchun."

"Yutangchun?" Al was completely unfamiliar with this name.

Suddenly, a familiar clear voice came from inside: "Gangzai, why did it take you so long to take the medicine?" Before the words finished, Wang Yao, who hadn't removed his makeup, had already appeared in front of Al.

"Wang Yao? It really is you!" Al shouted happily.

Wang Yao's expression became extremely embarrassing, and the makeup on his face couldn't conceal his panic. He immediately turned around and ran in: "Wait! I'm going to wash my face!"

Looking at the back of Wang Yao running away, Gangzai explained helplessly: "My brother never wants to wear makeup to see guests, because he thinks it looks ugly."

Al laughed secretly when he heard the words, if it wasn't for such a thick smear, Wang Yao's face must be red, right?

When Wang Yao reappeared, the makeup on his face was gone, his long hair was tied neatly behind his head, his body was in a simple bunt, and his whole body was no longer full of makeup.

"Is this Chinese magic?" Al sighed.

Wang Yao invited him into the room and sat down. The place was small and untidy, like any bachelor's room.However, due to Wang Yao's good hygienic habits, the room is messy but not dirty, but there is an obvious smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Al sat down generously, looking at the furnishings in the room as if he was in his own home. When Wang Yao handed him something that could be called tea made from inferior tea leaves, he smiled meaningfully and said: "You won't forget that you owe me a favor? I plan to get it back when I need it."

"You said it lightly," Wang Yao said boldly, "I owe you my life, and I will pay you back in due time!"

"Heh, how do you say that Chinese/Mandarin dialect—it's a man!" Al raised his eyelids, "Could it be that the lives of Chinese/Chinese people can be used to promise casually?"

Wang Yao drank the contents of the cup: "My life is not that cheap, and it can only be used once, and you should use it when you need it most." Putting down the cup, Wang Yao suppressed his smile, sat upright and said, "Al, I have something to do. Please."

"Your life is given to me, what else can you ask me for?" Al blinked.

"I hope you can help me with this matter. Whether it succeeds or not, I will thank you according to your request." Wang Yao said with a heavy tone.

"Tell me." Al folded his arms, and had already begun to imagine how Wang Yao would repay him.

Wang Yao lowered his voice: "That day at Paramount, did you talk to that Japanese man? The girl next to him is my own sister, I want to see her."

Al fell into deep thought. He was not familiar with Honda Ju. He only knew that Honda was a young and promising Japanese navy officer with high hopes.Al didn't want to provoke Japan/I, not to mention Honda's obviously ambiguous eyes... But if this can make Wang Yao fulfill his promise, it will obviously be an interesting thing.

"Okay," Al agreed, "but I need time, and you have to promise me to do everything according to my requirements, otherwise it will be difficult for us."

"Okay, I just want to see Wanwan." Wang Yao nodded.

Al learned from Francis that Honda Chrysanthemum would appear in some entertainment venues from time to time, always accompanied by Lin Mo Niang——she was obviously the Wanwan that Wang Yao said, and in terms of personality, Honda didn’t seem like a person who liked that kind of occasion, So there can only be one explanation: he is slowly expanding his influence in this way.Al's political sense is very keen, and the ambitions of the Japanese are clearly revealed. It is not difficult for him to see the purpose behind Honda Ju's action.

It is not difficult to get close to Honda Ju, because Honda Ju is actively approaching Al.Francis is very interested in the beautiful Lin Mo Niang, and often invites her to dance or tell her some funny stories. At this time, Honda will pull Al to the balcony or in the empty corridor, and say some innocuous words, sometimes Just stand together quietly.

Once, Honda Ju suddenly said softly: "Mr. Jones, I want to make friends with you, a real friend."

Al looked down at him in a little surprise, and met Honda Chrysanthemum's face as delicate as a porcelain doll, and there was a chill in an instant.

When Wang Yao was getting impatient, he finally saw Al again. That day Al picked him up in a car and drove him to his newly bought house without explaining anything.Al's home was a small bungalow. The original owner sold the property at a low price after returning to England, and it was bought by Al.It was a simple small house, but it was still the best house Wang Yao had ever seen, and it was also the first time he stepped into a foreigner's home. Thinking of the homeless Chinese refugees, he couldn't help but sigh.

Al's house is clean and tidy, but it has nothing to do with him. It's all cleaned up by an old Chinese nanny.Wang Yao didn't know where to put his feet, he was afraid of stepping on the dirty floor.Al couldn't tolerate his hesitation, and pulled him into the living room, took out a box, and dumped all the contents in front of Wang Yao: "Put these on!"

Wang Yao was taken aback for a moment, then said angrily, "This is a woman's clothes!"

"You also wear women's clothes on stage, don't you?" Al picked up the exquisite white jacquard silk cheongsam, "Hurry up, we are in a hurry!"

"This is not singing!" Wang Yao blushed with anger, "Also, what exactly do you want to do?"

It was then that Al remembered the reason why he hadn't told Wang Yao: "Honda Ju will take that girl to the big world tonight, you can pretend to be my female companion and go with me."

When Wang Yao heard it, he immediately calmed down: "Really? But, do I have to wear women's clothing? I can also pretend to be your servant..."

"Who will bring the servants in?" Al rolled his eyes, "Besides, you promised to listen to me in everything."

Wang Yao bowed his head and remained silent for a while, blushing and picked up the cheongsam and white hairpin in front of him.Al snickered in his heart, Wang Yao blushed really well.But soon he couldn't laugh - Wang Yao started to undress in front of him!

"Why don't you go inside to change!" Al complained and turned his face away.

"Nonsense! There is no woman, do I need to hide?" Wang Yao said while throwing the short shirt and trousers on the chair, and began to put on the cheongsam. made?"

Nonsense, Al complained in his heart, last time I tore off your cheongsam with my own hands.

After dressing up and putting on some light makeup, Al was amazed by Wang Yao's changes. Except for his feet in white high heels, Wang Yao fit this outfit very well.

After driving to the gate of the world full of feasting and feasting, Al opened the door for Wang Yao gracefully, and extended his arm to Wang Yao. Wang Yao clumsily took Al's arm to stabilize his body. High heels were inherently uncomfortable, but this pair didn't fit very well, and his feet were uncomfortable in the narrow shoes, and he could hardly stand without Al's arms.

"You were also wearing high heels last time, why haven't you been so stupid?" Al looked at Wang Yao dissatisfied.

Wang Yao glared at him: "Last time I cut the back of the shoe with a knife, or else you think I can wear women's shoes?"

Al made a silent gesture, and whispered to Wang Yao: "From now on, you will play my perfect lover, no matter what happens, don't reveal yourself!"

Wang Yao nodded, the sharp light in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by tenderness like water.In anyone's eyes, they are a wonderful couple of East and West, heading towards the big world of extravagance and depravity.