God lures him to attack

He Sheng took the silver ticket to buy two train tickets to Tianjin, planning to wait for Qian Sha to come back, and the two of them would discuss how to leave Shanghai.

However, Qian Sha didn't come back again, and what came back was the news that Zhong's father and son had cleared up their suspicions and were preparing for their marriage.

Standing upstairs, He Sheng looked out of the window at the classic cars with happy characters on them, and at the people all over the street joining in the fun, he felt a chill in his heart.

He looked at the train ticket in his hand and smiled ironically.He thought so much for him, but he was always ungrateful.

Maybe, he shouldn't fall in love with him, shouldn't believe everything he says.

It shouldn't be, standing here alone is sad.

"Master, master." A boy's voice came. He is He Sheng's little apprentice. He Sheng picked it up on the side of the road a few years ago. He has been following him. He usually sweeps the yard at home, checks the door, and passes on the word. .

"What's the matter?" He Sheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the ten-year-old boy who ran over.

"Someone sent a post, saying that he asked the master to sing an opera." The male

Tong handed over two posts, one was a wedding invitation and the other was an invitation, inviting him to sing an opera on the day of the wedding banquet.

He Sheng took the two posts, looked at the names of the newcomers, and felt a little suffocated.

"I see."

The boy took a look at He Sheng, and ran to sweep the yard again.

Master Zhong's wedding was held the next day, just within the three-day deadline given by Master Zhong.He Sheng changed into his costume, and took a look at the boy before going out.

He asked: "Xiao Mo, master is going to leave Shanghai tomorrow, do you follow master, or stay here?"

"Of course Xiao Mo is following the master. Wherever the master goes, Xiao Mo will go there." Xiao Mo's dark eyes wandered around, looking at He Sheng seriously.Probably because He Sheng put him with the theater troupe boss for a while before, now Xiao Mo is very afraid that He Sheng will leave him and go away.

"Well, when the master comes back, the master will take you away." He Sheng smiled lightly, turned around and stepped out of the threshold of the courtyard.

It's just that Xiao Mo doesn't know that once He Sheng left, he would never return.

In front of the gate of Zhong's house, there was an endless stream of guests who came to attend the wedding. There were many cars parked in front of the gate of Zhong's house, and the bride had already been brought into the house.

When He Sheng came wearing a costume, Qian Sha was wearing a wedding dress from the Republic of China and worshiping heaven and earth with his bride.

"The opera singer is here." Someone yelled, and everyone looked in the direction He Sheng came from.Among them, Qiansha was also included.

Qian Sha looked at He Sheng who was walking slowly, but he didn't expect that he would really come.

"Who asked you to come here! Come here, get out." Mr. Zhong was furious, thinking that He Sheng was here to make trouble, he hurriedly called his servants, trying to drive him out.

"I invited you here." Qian Sha let go of the lead in his hand, and walked towards He Sheng's direction. He hoped to hear him say something to keep him, and hoped that he was here to make trouble, but from the beginning to the end, He Sheng just smiled Then, said a few words of blessing, and walked onto the stage to sing.

He sang the song "Peony Pavilion Tour" when they first met.

Qiansha watched him sing on stage, never seeing him, feeling sad and lost.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that actors are ruthless.wrong it's just him

I thought that the other party was the same as myself, and it was just that I had given my true feelings.

"Everyone, come and listen to the play. He Sheng is a pillar of the Li Garden, so it's not so easy to invite." Qian Sha smiled wryly, calling all the people who came to his wedding to come and listen to the play.

The guests gathered around the stage, listening to the play with relish, watching the perfect performance of the men on the stage.There is no sadness or joy in his eyes, because all the sorrow and joy are contained in the opera words, and through the opera words, he sang the sadness in his heart.As for the sadness, Qian Sha didn't understand it, only understood his ruthlessness.

In the dimly lit wedding room, the bride was sitting on the bed, waiting for the groom to come in and uncover the red hijab. The groom pushed open the door, stumbled in, sat on the table and continued to drink.

Outside the door, there was the noise of guests drinking and chatting, mixed with He Sheng's singing.

His voice passed through all the hustle and bustle, echoing in Qiansha's mind.

Qiansha kept pouring wine and drinking, but couldn't get his voice out of his brain.

The sound outside the house gradually died down, and when the guests dispersed, He Sheng's voice also disappeared.

"He's gone, he left after all." Qian Sha put down the empty jug in his hand, sneered, and when he got up and walked towards the bride, the sound of singing came from farther away.

He Sheng stood outside Zhong's house and sang on the street. A hoarse voice came out, singing uninterruptedly, as if he wanted to sing to someone's heart.

Outside.

He Sheng looked at the red lanterns all over the room and shed tears, but they couldn't melt the pale and bright red paint on his face.Like a madman, he waved his sleeves in front of the door, twirled, and danced opera, attracting many passers-by to watch. Everyone applauded and applauded, thinking it was the arrangement of the Zhong family.

Only He Sheng knew who he was singing for.

After tomorrow, they will be separated from each other, and maybe they will never see each other again in this lifetime.

So, the last song, he sang for him.

Qian Sha sat at the table and listened to the opera. Instead of touching the bride on the bed, he opened the picture scroll given to him by the fortune teller.

In the picture scroll is the life of a man with white hair and another man in purple shirt

Bit by bit, from their first acquaintance to falling in love, to parting, and at the end, the words Qiansha and Ziyu were written on the scroll.The people in the picture scroll are of him and He Sheng. Although they were drawn with a brush, they are very vivid.

"Qiansha? Ziyu?" Sitting at the table, Qiansha muttered these two names, trying to search for all the memories of these two names in his mind.

Who is Qiansha?Who is Ziyu?

Thinking back to the end, Qian Sha was suddenly a little dazed, and couldn't help asking himself: "Who am I?"

Thinking about it carefully, his memory of everyone here is limited to other people's dictation, he can't remember anything about Zhong Shaohuai's past, except for the name Zhong Shaohuai, his memory is almost blank.

Qian Sha closed her eyes and entered her memory area with concentration.While concentrating, some fragments of memories that did not belong to Zhong Shaohuai flashed by.

Mo Xi looked at him in his memory and said, "It would be great if I could meet you again in the next life..."

A golden flame burns, turning into a conflagration in the ocean of memory.

Qian Sha opened her eyes suddenly, and couldn't help calling out Mo Xi's name: "

Mo Xi, don't! "

"I'm not Zhong Shaohuai." Qian Sha woke up, he looked at everything around him, everything around him was still in Zhong's house, he was still in the illusion, but he didn't fully remember those memories.In his vague memory, he remembered that he came to find someone, that person was Hu Moxi, but why did he appear here?

Hu Moxi, is that He Sheng?

Because her memory was very confused, Qian Sha didn't know what to do for a while.

The sound of singing outside the house completely disappeared. When He Sheng couldn't make a sound, he turned his head and glanced at the door of Zhong's house, then turned and left.