Chapter 569: Locking the Unicorn Bag
"Who is singing?"
"I saw in the newspaper that they only invited a famous opera singer? Why is there an opera at the end?"
"Don't you think... this person's voice is very nice, completely different from the old man just now."
"It's a world of difference, isn't it?"
"Without accompaniment, it can reach this level by just singing a cappella... there shouldn't be many people in the main city who can do it?"
"Damn, why can't I see inside? I really want to know what kind of person can sing this kind of voice... I feel that he should not be very old."
"..."
The sound of opera coming from the manor made the people who wanted to leave stop unconsciously. They looked at the manor surrounded by mist and seemed to forget that they were still in the rain.
At this moment, it seemed that only the melodious opera voice was left in the world.
...
"Brother Lin... you still say you can't sing opera?"
In the shadow of the corridor, Li Qingshan looked at the red shadow on the stage, and shock appeared in his eyes.
Even Li Qingshan, who had been exposed to opera since childhood, was shocked by Chen Ling's singing at this moment. He had listened to so many operas that he was almost certain that no "Dan" in the world could sing better than Chen Ling!
"It would be great if Brother Zhou and the others were here... If they heard Brother Lin's play, they would be full of confidence in the way of opera again, right?"
Li Qingshan thought of the several opera singers who had shared the joys and sorrows with him, and were still overwhelmed by the contract of the Beidou Consortium, and sighed.
He silently bowed his head and prayed, praying that everything could go as Chen Ling wished, destroying those unfair treaties and giving everyone freedom.
On the stage, Chen Ling's afterglow reflected Li Qingshan's figure, and continued to sing melodiously in the rain:
"There are not all rich people in the world.
There are also hungry and cold people who are sad,
and frustrated people who cry and wail.
The people in the sedan chair play a different tune,
there must be a hidden secret in their hearts..."
...
Squeak-squeak...
Bursts of crisp sounds came from the blood-red cocoon ball. In the dead silent office, Chongqi stared at the cocoon ball that wrapped Mu Chunsheng, and was so nervous that he almost suffocated.
In front of the cocoon ball, Liu Zhua and Feijia, who were wearing black robes, smiled at the same time.
"Success..."
Click!
With the last light sound, a pair of white arms without a single flaw broke out of the blood-red cocoon ball!
Then, the hands grabbed the cocoons on both sides and tore them apart. Bloody fragments fell from the office, and a brand new body walked out slowly...
He stepped over the corpse with only bones left, his feet stained with blood, and stopped naked in front of the closed curtains. He looked down at his tender hands, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
"It's okay... I'm really okay... Hahaha... Hahahahahaha!!!!"
The long-sick man abandoned the crutches that supported him for half his life and was reborn in the corpse... He laughed wildly, and his desire was like a prairie fire, endless.
The raindrops hit the window, and a faint opera voice came from outside:
"I heard the sad voice and my heart was pounding.
Why are people crying like this?
Is it because the husband is ugly and the woman is beautiful?
Is it because the marriage is forced... "
"I'm dying, dying..."
"I shouldn't have gotten involved if I had known!"
"I should have refused those two spies when they came to me! I kicked them out... Now I'm helping them to match my uncle, and I'm also getting myself involved!!"
"When those two guys came, [Floating Life] also arrived, and Mu Haowen died... How long can I keep my life?"
In the next room, Li Ruohong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth frantically, wishing he could slap himself twice on the spot.
The faint sound of opera echoed outside the window, making Li Ruohong more and more upset. He pushed the window open and cursed:
"Sing, sing, sing, where are your mothers singing?? These opera singers are so annoying..."
The sound of opera outside the window became louder and louder, as if laughing, and seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm:
"The fool asked too sloppy questions,
It's inevitable that suspicion will remain in his heart.
You shouldn't be proud in front of others,
You shouldn't be so eloquent..."
...
At the edge of the crowd in the venue, the director's spirit was completely tense, and his eyes kept searching around.
He frowned and muttered:
"Damn, [Heart 6]...where did it go?"
"No, this guy can change his face, maybe he has changed his identity and mixed in the crowd..."
The director's eyes were like a sickle, scraping across the guests in front of him one by one, as if he wanted to find even a trace of inconsistency from them...
His eyes fell on the red dress on the stage several times, and then subconsciously moved away, searching hard in the crowd again.
If you want to find someone who is definitely not the [6 of Hearts] in this venue, that person can only be the actor "Lin Yan" from Jinghong Tower... So, the target must be hiding under the stage!
On the stage wet by rain, the red sleeves fluttered gently,
Chen Ling smiled and looked at
"... This is the unpredictable life~
I don't want to be reunited today.
Looking back at the prosperity is like a dream,
The remaining life is left to the stormy waves."
...
This song "Lin Suo Nan" tells the story of a jewel-filled lin Suo Nan, which was given to a poor woman by a rich lady when she got married. Then, a few years later, an accident happened and the rich lady fell into trouble, but was rescued by the poor woman. It makes people feel that the fate of the world is mysterious and unpredictable, as if there is some kind of existence in the dark, arranging everything.
Chen Ling chose this song on a whim. Although the lyrics tell a story, it seems to be in line with what is happening now, so she sang it.
The heavy rain drenched Chen Ling's figure, and the crystal water drops rolled down the black hair. The long-soaked costume danced on the stage, like a fluttering red butterfly, which made people unable to take their eyes away.
From the audience, the red-clothed person is in the play.
From the stage, the people in the rain are also in the play.
The sleeves rise and fall, the thread of fate weaves in the dance music of the red-dressed actor. In the reflection of the wet eyes on the stage, the curtain of a big drama slowly opens with the end of his performance...
The opera has stopped, but everyone has not recovered from the amazing performance just now. The only quietness in the world is the sound of rain hitting the umbrella brim and the echo of the last opera lingering in the sky.
"The performance is over."
On the stage, the corner of the red-dressed actor's mouth slightly raised, and his wet robe slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the sky.
A murmur that only he can hear sounded at the same time,
"The performance... begins."
...
In a gorgeous and exquisite gift box.
On the surface of the bomb, silent in the darkness, a handwritten note paper moved without wind.
——[Actor's curtain call, grand fireworks].