God lures him to attack

On Zhong Shaohuai's father's birthday, he took He Sheng home and sang "The Peony Pavilion Garden" for his parents to celebrate Zhong's father's birthday.Aside from the failure, Zhong Shaohuai's parents gave He Sheng a disgusted look.That gaze seemed to be able to burn people, and he was always on guard against He Sheng, he was just an inferior actor, and if he climbed to the top in time, he was just an actor.

After singing a song, He Sheng took his leave first, but Qian Sha suddenly grabbed his arm, left him to eat, introduced his friends to his parents, chatted, but did not notice the weird and awkward atmosphere at the tea table.

"Shaohuai, have you ever heard the saying that people divide like groups and like gather together?" When Qian Sha was talking happily, Father Zhong interrupted coldly, and gave He Sheng an unfriendly look, which seemed to be I am warning him, you'd better stay away from my son, you are not of the same class, you are not worthy to sit and eat with him.

"I've heard it, what's the matter?" Qian Sha didn't hear the clue from Father Zhong's words, and he still looked like a playboy, laughing heartlessly.

"A person like me really doesn't deserve to sit here. I'm sorry to bother you. Let me go." He Sheng smiled politely, got up and left their table.

"He Sheng!" Only then did Qian Sha come to his senses, and hurriedly chased in He Sheng's direction.

When chasing out of the roadside, Qian Sha grabbed He Sheng's arm and pulled him back in front of her.

"He Sheng, don't pay attention to what my parents say, they just said it casually." Qian Sha explained, excused his parents.

He Sheng always kept a polite smile, gently pushed Qian Sha's hand away, and said, "Master Zhong, an actor like me is not the same kind of person as a young master like you, we can't be friends, so let's just say goodbye. "

"He Sheng!" Qian Sha shouted at the back who turned and left.

"The two things I promised you have been fulfilled. If you want to listen to a play in the future, you can come to Lihuayuan to listen to it." He Sheng left such a sentence, waved his hand to stop the rickshaw and disappeared at the end of the street.

Qian Sha turned around and went home to quarrel with her parents, but Zhong's father said that their Zhong family didn't like to associate with these low-class people, and hoped that Zhong Shaohuai would respect himself.

"What era is it now? It's not the Qing Dynasty, and there are class divisions. Now the Republic of China, everyone is equal, and love is free." Qian Sha is completely caught in the vortex of this era, exaggerated by the atmosphere of the Republic of China around him, and deeply in love. He Sheng's role.

When Father Zhong heard the words "Love and Freedom", the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows deepened.

"What did you say? Freedom in love? You want to fall in love with an actor? You

Are you trying to piss me off? Father Zhong slapped the table and got up, gasping for breath.

"Master, don't get angry, it's not good for your health." The lady at the side hurriedly got up, comforted him, and then winked at Qian Sha, "Young Huai, what are you doing? Why don't you apologize to Dad?"

"Why do I have to apologize when I'm not wrong?" Qian Sha said stubbornly, then turned and walked towards her room.

Father Zhong was so angry that he couldn't speak, raised his finger and pointed at the unfilial son, and said angrily: "Zhong Shaohuai! Haven't you heard that opera actors are ruthless? Do you think He Sheng is sincere to you? Try to see if he will look at you when you are down!"

"He will." Qian Sha stopped at the stairs, said two words to Father Zhong, and then went upstairs and closed the door, isolating everything outside.

Day after day, Qiansha would go in to have a look when he passed by Lihuayuan, but He Sheng did not perform on stage for more than half a month because of illness. Is sick and doesn't want to host anyone.

Qiansha left in despair, and asked the boy to tell He Sheng that he went to drink in the restaurant they had been to before, and he would wait for him there.

After explaining these things, he turned and left, but he didn't see He Sheng watching his back from the window upstairs.

"Master, just now that person said he was waiting for you at the old place, are you going?" The boy went up to the attic and asked He Sheng who was still standing in front of the window.

He Sheng was silent for a moment, sighed, and did not answer.

The man in the restaurant sat alone in the box drinking, looking at the busy traffic on the street through the window from time to time, the scenery flowed from dusk to late night, but there was never a single figure.

Maybe he won't come?

At around ten o'clock at night, Qian Sha looked at his pocket watch, sighed, stood up while leaning on the table, a little drunk.He staggered to the street, feeling the lonely night wind blowing, mixed with a trace of coolness.

He didn't feel cold after drinking, but felt a little uncomfortable, which was magnified by the dead of night.

"Good flowers don't always bloom and good times don't always stay. The sorrow piles up, smiles, brows and tears shed with lovesickness. When will you come again after leaving tonight, please have some side dishes after drinking this cup. How many times in life can you get drunk, so what if you are unhappy. Come, come, let's talk after drinking this cup, after we leave tonight, when will you come again..."

While walking, Qiansha sang the most popular song "When Will You Come Again". When the Shanghai-style songs flowed out of his mouth, they had a special charm.

As he was walking, someone grabbed him and pulled him to the side of the road. A car passed by his fluttering tail of clothes very quickly and disappeared into the night.

The person who pulled him back to the side looked calm. After seeing that he was fine, he let go of his hand and prepared to leave.

"He Sheng? He Sheng!" Qian Sha, who suddenly sobered up, grabbed He Sheng with his backhand, dragged him to the front, then held his arms tightly with both hands, and asked him: "Why are you avoiding me? Why are you even playing? Don't sing anymore?"

"Master Zhong, please respect yourself." He Sheng's arms were aching from being pulled, but he just frowned, turned his face away, and avoided the questioning gaze, "And as I said, we are not friends, we just met by chance People, meeting by chance, are not worthy of Master Zhong's care."

"You don't want to be friends with me anymore?" Qian Sha slowly loosened her clenched arms and took a small step back.

"Yes, I can't compete with the Zhong family. I'm just a ruthless actor, and I don't deserve to be friends with a high-class son like you." He Sheng never looked into Qian Sha's eyes. He lowered his eyes, his expression was gloomy, and his tone was calm. .

"Well, from now on, we will no longer be friends." Qian Sha sighed and agreed not to be friends anymore.

After getting an affirmative answer, He Sheng was startled for a moment, and then showed a relieved and unwilling sad expression, that expression was only for a moment, but was captured by Qiansha.

"Let me go first." He Sheng turned around and walked out of the main road. After taking a step, he was pulled into his arms by the person behind him.

A kiss with a strong smell of alcohol came crushing, the man's breath was close at hand, and he was drowning in surprise, just staring at the overbearing and unspoken kiss in astonishment.

Li's face, close enough to see every eyelash, every pore.

After a while, He Sheng finally remembered to push him away.

Under the streetlight, a drunk man staggered a few steps back, stopped under the flickering streetlight, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked up and smiled at the man who also took a few steps back.

"Then we'll start another relationship," he said.