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Chapter 3 11-17

11.

"Put on master's make-up, I'm going on stage today." Wu Mian said, went to wash his face with hot water, turned around to see Ruyi still standing there stupidly, and couldn't help but pat him on the head.

"Why are you in a daze?" This technique is like patting his favorite cat, light and slow, and Ruyi's heart immediately relaxes. If it is possible, she will turn over and show her belly to him like a cat. To show closeness.

He took the eyebrow pencil, leaned closer to the master's face, and drew it on him carefully.

Wumian closed his eyes and looked undefended. His eyebrows and eyebrows were very beautiful, and Ruyi traced them bit by bit. He was too aware of the natural beauty in Master's bones, so with only a few strokes, he could draw people like A little bit more vivid.

Especially the corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, Ruyi thought of it, as if he was angry, and painted a warm and sleepless for no reason until he was full of charm.

It's not his fault, he used to think that Master was just a dew that condensed on the mortal world when the morning light first appeared.

Until that day, he accidentally saw Wu Mian submitting to Rong Yin for the first time in order to keep the troupe.

He knelt between Rong Yin's legs, and then straddled him, full of obsessions, ecstasy, and finally being pressed against the wall, Rong Yin knelt on the bed and entered him calmly, teasing:

"From now on, singing is not allowed, and you can be my Mrs. Rong at ease."

Ruyi heard Wumian's vague sobs, accompanied by more and more intense impact and panting, as if it was the most beautiful movement in the world.

12.

The sky was high and the clouds were light, and the big trees on both sides of the theater covered the sky and cast a dense row of shadows.Opposite the stage is a small two-story building for guests to rest and watch. The downstairs is already full of people, and from time to time someone stretches his neck and looks towards the stage.

Soon, the gongs and drums were blaring, and Ruyi stood under the stage, looking at the people on the stage.

Where there is a master, he will never be the protagonist.

But what does it matter.

As long as the master is on the stage, the light of everything in this world seems to be covered, and he can't help looking at him.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the sound of the erhu sounded, and he woke up suddenly, it was time to play by himself.

The windows on the second-story building were wide open, but looking from the side of the stage, there were very few people in the room.

There must be important people.

"Hey! You also forgot to eat and sleep for me, and got angry with others." Wumian's eyes fluttered, and he glanced at the opposite side secretly, only to see that Bai Jing had moved to sit by the window, eating with a stranger Tea.

The view on the entire second floor is the best, with a sweeping view, you can watch the show without being disturbed, and you can chat and drink tea at leisure.

After singing "Luo Shen", it was already getting dark unconsciously. Zhao Wumian said that he would replace Ruyi, so he would do a full set and never ask for any bargains, so he sang until the dead of night, and the guests all left one after another. At the end, she took off her makeup and went to toast Bai Jing with a glass of wine.

13.

Ruyi cautiously followed behind Zhao Wumian. From this point of view, he was really just a child. Fear, nervousness, confusion, and helplessness were seen in Wumian's eyes, which made him laugh out loud:

"Are you scared now?"

Ruyi didn't speak, her cheeks were swollen with anger, Wumian wanted to play tricks, she held his face with both hands, pressed down the anger, and it disappeared.

"Follow me, don't open your mouth until it is absolutely necessary."

Ruyi followed Wumian up to the second floor, and when Bai Jing saw him, her face turned blue.

"Why is Boss Zhao here? Didn't I ask the housekeeper to arrange a car to take you back? The old man must be lazy and the car delivery is slow. Wait a minute, I'll just..."

"It's been an old rule for so many years, I just want to come up to toast you with a glass of wine." Wumian said, but quietly glanced into the room.

"Huh, I didn't know that the mute had already replaced my drink."

Bai Jing said in a low voice:

"The mute is also kind. Seeing that your voice is not feeling well recently, I asked Ruyi to sing for you."

No answer.

Wumian looked over at the mute, and saw a Japanese man in a kimono sitting beside him.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is Mr. Yamaguchi, who does business with me."

That Yamaguchi was sitting in the main seat, and after hearing Bai Jing's introduction, he didn't get up, only nodded to Wumian and said:

"Mr. Zhao, look forward to it for a long time."

"You're welcome."

14.

"My lord—

The Han soldiers have plundered the land,

Besieged on all sides,

The king is exhausted,

Concubine He Liaosheng. "

After Wumian sang these few lines, she took a glass of wine, raised her head and drank it in one sip.

Yamaguchi smiled and clapped his hands:

"Mr. Zhao finally settled one thing on my mind."

"Don't dare."

Bai Jing got up and handed Wu Mian a fur coat, intending to put it on for him:

"Okay, it's getting late, so I won't keep you. I know your habits. If you have to practice every morning, the driver is downstairs. Go back early to rest."

Wumian took the leather jacket and gave it to the little apprentice beside him:

"Ruyi is my man, the play is still young, I can't let him rashly go on stage and ruin the troupe's reputation, Young Master Bai will take care of it."

On the surface, Wumian apologized to Bai Jing, but in fact, he was beating the chickens to make an example to the monkeys, beating them mercilessly.

"That's too much, I should be very grateful to Boss Zhao for saving the situation."

Speechless for a moment, Wumian led Ruyi out of the Bai mansion.

15.

Along the way, Ruyi couldn't help but secretly looked up at the master's face, and found that there was nothing unusual, so she was a little relieved.

When the car put them down in front of the gate of the compound, turned around and drove away, Wumian said as usual as if nothing had happened:

"Go ahead, it's cold. I'll go across to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Ruyi knew that he was in the wrong, he failed to become famous today, and this thought has since ceased.The last fight was just to make the master look at him high, but it was self-defeating, and Wu Mian had to rescue him. Now he was most afraid that the master would look down on him even more because of this, so he paused, but still stepped over the threshold and entered.

Wumian slowly walked to the opposite side, the little brother who sold cigarettes had a hard time making a living, and he was still squatting until this point.

"Didn't you promise to quit smoking?"

"Let me smoke for another night." After finishing speaking, Wu Mian stretched out her slender hands like jade, and slowly picked up the cigarette.

"A Japanese came to Bai Mansion today. Bai Jing said that he was doing business with him." Wu Mian suddenly lowered her voice, picked up a pack of cigarettes with her right index finger and middle finger, and tore open the package.

"Doing business... Do you do business that betrays the country?"

"Rong Qi has deployed heavy troops on the railways and waterways in the past few days, and seems to be careful."

"I only heard that the Japanese are wooing warlord leaders everywhere, allowing seven to rule one side, and the power is intertwined. They must be the focus of their consideration."

"what do you mean……"

"This Japanese must die on Rong Qi's territory."

16.

Wumian took a cigarette in his mouth, walked through the first courtyard, and found that the lights in his room were on.

It was rare for Rong Qi to come over. He was sitting in front of the desk and flipping through the play he had written, with a very focused expression on his face.

Wumian subconsciously wanted to extinguish the smoke, but he heard the sound, got up and walked over.

"Don't you feel bad about your throat?"

Wumian pinched the butt of the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, took a deep puff, and then exhaled a long smoke ring towards Rong Qi. His face was hidden in the white mist, and Wumian was very happy to see him, so he laughed to himself.

Rong Yin picked up his hand, kissed his palm, took the cigarette away, took advantage of his breath, took the last two puffs, and then got to the point:

"Going out to sing at church tonight?"

"..."

"In the middle of the night, I drank too much alcohol." Rong Yin frowned, probably smelling a faint smell of alcohol from the cigarette holder, and dragged him to sit down, and went out to fetch hot water by himself.

First, I poured him a sip of hangover tea, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also ordered him to evict:

"You don't need to bother, just ask the mute to serve you."

"It looks like a sober person, but he is still drunk, and the mute has never been back! This pickled product is also very capable. On weekdays, he socializes with those people in Bai Jing's business field, and picks some good-looking children to send to him. Singing a play, today it actually came to my head!"

Wu Mian stopped talking, and obediently let him pass water to rinse his mouth, wipe his face with a wet towel, the softer and more harmless it was, the more it made Rong Yin gather up his anger, and finally exhausted himself on the bed.

17.

The world is moving from order to disorder.He used to be a "wanderer" in time and space, shuttling through various special stages marked by history, recording the entropy increase in different periods.

This is crucial to the subsequent development of civilization.

However, due to an accident, he lost this set of precious data, as well as a certain piece of memory of himself.

According to his diary, he learned that he had sealed the data in a very safe place, where there was "the voice of an angel kissed by God".

The general was very surprised that he would describe it like this in his diary. Civilization has developed to such a magnificent stage, but such ancient and unfamiliar words popped out of his pen.

From the lines in the diary, he deduced the time and location of the observation point, and found nothing else.

But the continuous observation day by day made his mood worse and worse.

"I want to find it myself. It's too difficult to find a needle in a haystack aimlessly." This time, he resisted the urge to smash the screen, switched the screen, and turned to the old man.

"No, one cannot step into the same river twice."

"What if I have to go back?"

"The general will be in a situation beyond redemption."

He waved his hand and let the old man leave. He walked to the open area alone, looked up at the eternal stars in the night sky, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before.