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A burst of rapid drumbeats gradually increased from small to large, coupled with extremely three-dimensional sound effects, instantly grasping the hearts of everyone in the audience.

Yu Sen stood upright slightly with a serious expression, only to suddenly feel the abnormal pain in the waist and abdomen due to the long-term maintenance of a movement, and now according to the normal time, it is almost eight o'clock, and the stomach is empty, and he has ignored it for a long time. The pain began to hit quietly again.

It's going to kill me.

Biting his lower lip hard, Yu Sen stared at the stage with his eyes wide open.

At the beginning of this "Red Shoes Mourning Love", the stage lights were a little dark, which seemed to imply the dark night. Yu Sen's eyes became tired and sore after using it for a long time, and the night blindness factor was in it. At this time, he needed to concentrate Only with all the spirit can we see the whole stage clearly.

But the exhaustion of physical strength made the stomach no longer suppressed, and began to shout unscrupulously, rolling over and over again, with a little bit of rust in his mouth, Yu Sen realized that his lower lip had been bitten by himself.

But he can't control that much now, because the girl with red shoes has already taken the center of the stage.

A beam of cold white light fell from the sky above the stage, forming a dazzling circle in the center. It seemed to be a solo dance at first. The dancer twirled lightly and jumped into the light circle. The swan neck supported the high head fragilely. The red skirt Like fire, where the red shoes passed, there were shocking bloodstains everywhere.

After watching a dance, everyone gradually realized that the bloodstains drawn by the red shoes seemed to be the design of the dance itself. As the dancers danced, the red shoes under their feet slowly drew the shape of a rose .

Bright and bloody, bloody and weird.

Yu Sen frowned slightly, and touched the petal-resistant red rose inside his pocket, wondering if there was any connection between them.

And because the beam of light was too dazzling, he still hasn't seen clearly what the girl in red shoes looks like.

The restless mood would probably affect his delicate internal organs, and the throbbing pain in his stomach made his head feel cold for a while, and his hands and feet felt cold.

With a sore neck, Yu Sen slid his buttocks down, put his head on Si Xuanyang's shoulder, and let out a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? Can you hold on?" Si Xuanyang tightly clenched his hand.

"It's okay, it's just a sore neck, just look at you, just let me rely on you." Yu Sen said.

Si Xuanyang didn't speak any more, just stretched out a hand, put it on the top of Yu Sen's clothes, and gently rubbed his stomach.

The fabric of the T-shirt was thin, and in the dim scene at the moment, Si Xuanyang rubbed and scratched his palms, but the movements were not rough, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, the strength was like scratching a cat.

After the most intense stimulation and pain at the beginning, Yu Sen recovered and felt more and more uncomfortable. He shrank a little from the itching, and moved to the side without any trace, and his body suddenly froze.

——From an angle, he seemed to be able to see the appearance of the girl in red shoes on the stage a little bit.

But after seeing it intently, he frowned suddenly.

——The white/powder on the face is too thick!

The cosmetics in this place are free! ?It's like white paint on the wall in an oil painting.

He wondered how he could be a dancer here, not to mention his beautiful appearance, he must be considered pretty, and besides, it's not an exaggerated performance, so why make it so dramatic?

But the complaints belonged to the complaints, he still observed carefully.

This big boss didn't look very old, he might have been less than 30 years old when he died, and his facial features were more delicate. After removing those frighteningly white powders, he was probably a little beauty or something.

Moreover, the most attractive thing about a dancer is her temperament and body shape. She is first-class in these, far surpassing the previous ones. It is not difficult to see why she became the chief of the dance troupe.

The tune of the music suddenly changed and turned sharply, stimulating the eardrums.

Several other dancers dressed in black lined up in a row and quickly inserted from the backstage like a steel knife, changing from a solo dance to a group dance.

And the leader of the dancers in black seems to have a love affair with the girl in red shoes during the choreography, which is more painful than Yu Sen's stomachache now. The two of them entangled and hugged each other during the dance It was so intense that it almost brought Yu Sen into that sad mood.

Fortunately, this unsatisfactory stomach doesn't understand these love affairs, and it doesn't distinguish between occasions when it hurts.

He didn't get fully involved in the stomachache for a while, and when he realized it, he suddenly shivered - Si Xuanyang's hand on his stomach also stopped moving.

It shouldn't be!

Is it really so attractive?The vigilance in his mind made him feel that something was wrong, and he slapped Si Xuanyang on the back of his hand suddenly.

"Snapped!"

The voice was drowned in the music, but Si Xuanyang trembled as if recovering from the blow, and turned to look at him: "I just seemed to..."

"Too devoted." Yu Sen answered with a frown. He glanced at Si Nan on the right again, and didn't bother to call him. He bent his elbow and gave him a hard elbow on the chest.

After a muffled sound, Si Nan trembled a few times as if returning to his soul, Yu Sen couldn't explain much, and asked him to wake Luo Yu up.

The audience came to their senses one by one, but Yu Sen’s expression became more serious. It’s possible for one or two people to see the magic. It cannot be explained by normal reasons.

At this time, the dance on the stage suddenly became open and closed. After several conflicts, the girl in red shoes fell in the center of the stage, and the dancer in black exited.

The music became bleak, like a mourning song.

Yu Sen's eyes froze—there was a withered rose stuck in the woman's chest.

The leaves and petals are yellow, more like a specimen rose.

He clutched the fresh roses in his pocket.

'Killed' by lovers with dry roses?This dance design is really speechless.Yu Sen curled his lips and watched as the lights on the stage gradually dimmed and turned black, the curtain call music sounded, and the theater lights were brightly lit.

All of today's performances have ended, and the dancers of the dance troupe came out from the backstage one by one, surrounded by the girls in red shoes who stood up again, and bowed to the audience together.

The audience was silent. Everyone stared blankly at the stage, not daring to move. The scene was a bit weird for a while.

Fortunately, they didn't stay too long. After the curtain call, the curtain came down to cover it.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, a shrill scream came from not far behind Yu Sen and the others.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

They turned their heads, followed the pointing finger of the screaming girl, and saw a man who had been sitting alone before. He was already lying on the ground, breathless, and a bright red stick was stuck in his chest. Rose, dark red blood is slowly trickling down.

The sense of smell gradually became clear with the impact of vision, and the smell of blood flooded into his nose. Yu Sen's stomach suddenly tightened, followed by a sharp pain, and a fishy-sweet taste filled his throat. He covered his mouth, Coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The author says:

Brother Yu: Stomach pain keeps me awake, keeps me alive, I love stomach pain!Hold high the banner of stomach pain ~ Thank you for liking it! !