Chapter 657

on stage.

In the midst of the slogans, Xiaolou went crazy.

He threw the Peking Opera into the fire with all his might, and finally he picked up the sword that had been given to him by Dieyi, and after showing it to everyone, he threw it into the fire.

Juxian couldn't stand it anymore.

Ignoring the resistance of the young generals, he rushed into the meeting hall and picked up the sword that he had exchanged for chastity in the roaring fire.

Xiaolou was already crazy, but Juxian was still awake.

She knew how important this sword was to Juxian, and she knew what it would mean to Dieyi if it was destroyed.

In this one, she knows Yu Ji better than the overlord.

In the midst of the chaos, Dieyi lowered her head.

The last bit of light in his eyes was gone.

"You all lied to me. ”

"It's all lying to me. ”

The makeup on his face had been burned by the flames and blackened by soot, making it look distorted and ugly.

"I'll expose it too!"

He broke free of the hands of the young generals on his shoulders and sprang up like crazy.

In everyone's astonishment, he walked over to the fire.

"I exposed, exposed the purple and red, and exposed the broken walls. Segment...... Duan Xiaolou, you have lost your conscience, you have a wolf heart and a dog's lungs, and you are wearing a human skin! ”

He pointed his finger fiercely at Ju Xian, who was holding the sword.

"I knew that it was over, everything was over! You are a villain making trouble today, and disaster is falling from the sky? No, no! We have come to such a field step by step! Retribution! I have long been a thing, but you Chu Overlord have knelt down and begged for mercy, can Peking Opera not forget? Retribution, retribution, retribution!"

"No poison!"

Several youngsters rushed up and kicked him to the ground.

Dieyi, who was lying on the ground, slowly raised her head and looked at Juxian who was already stunned with resentment.

"That's her! You know who she is, who she is?"

"I don't know, right? She's the number one prostitute in the building, bitch, Pan Jinlian! Fight her, fight her!"

In Dieyi's accusation, several young generals held Ju Xian, who was stunned.

"Duan Xiaolou, is Juxian a prostitute?"

They asked Xiao Lou.

"Yes, yes......"

"Do you love her?"

Hearing this question, Ju Xian raised his head and looked at Xiao Lou.

"Love or not?!say!"

"I don't love it, I don't love it! I drew a line with her, and I will draw a line with her from now on!"

Ju Xian looked at the light in Xiao Lou's eyes and dimmed.

She stood on a tall building, surrounded by white clouds.

That man, sure enough, is not here.

The crowd doesn't know when it started to disperse.

In the empty square, beautiful costumes floated into the fire.

Juxian, whose hair had been shaved and her scalp was covered with blood, walked down the steps and walked in front of Dieyi, who was kneeling on the ground and embarrassed and ugly.

She threw the sword she had been holding in her arms in front of Dieyi.

Juxian was gone, and she looked back at Dieyi as she walked down the steps.

There was no resentment in her eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to understand the person in front of her who had been entangled with herself and her husband for half her life.

After a while, Xiao Lou's terrible scream resounded in the compound.

He rushed out of the room like crazy, and tore into the fight with Dieyi, who had broken into the house with a sword.

Behind the two of them was a straight and straight figure.

The figure was wearing a red wedding gown and hanging high from the beams of the house.

On the chair under the beam, a pair of red embroidered shoes were neatly placed on the board.

On the table, there are two red candles that are falling rolling tears, as well as the wedding photo of Juxian and Xiaolou - in the moment in the photo, they are smiling so happily.

On the other side of the stage, looking at the strimming Dieyi and Xiaolou in the courtyard, Xiaoguzi opened a delicate box.

Looking at the whole set of diamond noodles that Yuan Siye had given to Dieyi inside, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Don't stop me from my grass and mud horses, where is my knife?"

"Sinei!Sinei!Sinei!Why, why is the person who died Juxian? Why don't you let this bastard who has suffered a thousand knives die!"

"Laugh at your paralysis, laugh at your paralysis! I want to make him cry, I don't want to see him laugh, I want him to cry, cry!"

"I, I didn't shed tears the whole time, these two scenes hurt my crying brain, what the is this, what is it?!Gu Mingkun, Gu Mingkun...... I'm your grandmother!"

Brush!

In the barrage, a barrage greeting Gu Mingkun floated into one.

On the stage, the story of "Farewell My Concubine" also began to officially come to an end.

In the first act, eleven years later, inside the gymnasium.

Dieyi and Xiaolou, who have come together again in their lives, are rehearsing the play "Farewell My Concubine".

In the empty gymnasium, "Farewell My Concubine" has reached the end of Yu Ji's self-killing.

Overlord and Yu Ji are fighting for the sword.

"The king is about to give the sword to his concubine. ”

"Concubine, no, no, no, no, you can't find this short-sightedness. ”

"My lord, quickly give the sword to the concubine. ”

"Never ......"

The overlord holding the scaffolding suddenly covered his waist, waved his hands breathlessly, and smiled at Yu Ji.

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work. Oops, old. I don't follow it. ”

Seeing that the senior brother was panting, Dieyi, who had collected the work frame, smiled.

Looking at the butterfly clothes that didn't seem to have changed much, Xiao Lou was stunned.

His gaze seemed to go back to decades ago.

"The little nun is twenty-eight years old!"

He suddenly read the lyrics of the play in "Sifan".

"Yes, Master Zheng Qingchun Cup shaved his hair. ”

It also seemed to return to the young girl's clothes, with tears in his eyes, and went on.

"I'm a man. ”

"It's not a female Jiao'e. ”

"Wrong!"

Hearing that Dieyi had entered his pit, Xiao Lou stretched out his finger and nodded, "It's wrong again!"

Dieyi was stunned.

His misty gaze suddenly sobered up.

He muttered, repeating the phrase.

The wrong words - he memorized the words he missed countless times when he was a child.

"I'm a man, not a woman. ”

"Ah......h

"Come on, senior brother, let's come again. ”

The haunted singing of "Farewell My Concubine" continued.

"My lord, give the sword to your concubine. ”

"Never. ”

"The king, the Han soldiers, he has come in. ”

"Where?"

The overlord looked around when he heard this.

Yu Ji was in tears, and looked at the overlord for the last time.

It doesn't matter if it's a real overlord or a fake overlord.

After all, he made himself the overlord of Yu Ji for most of his life.

He smiled.

He was sober, he was relieved, he was relieved.

Zheng!

The sword on Xiao Lou's waist was suddenly pulled out by Dieyi.

A cold light illuminated the gymnasium.

A muffled sound resounded through the gymnasium.

Duan Xiaolou turned his head blankly, looked at Dieyi who fell to the ground, and his eyes widened.

"Butterfly!"

"Little Bean......"

With a soulless call, the curtain slowly fell.

The story in the play "Farewell My Concubine" is over.

But the off-screen story has just reached its climax!

As the curtain fell, Li Shixin, who was leaning on the stage, slowly supported his body.

In the eerie silence of the audience, he ripped off the face of his head and lifted the curtain.

Looking at the netizens who were surging wildly, cursing, asking, and concerned, he bowed deeply.

"Guys, I'm sorry. In this scene, there are private goods, and it is not so simple. ”

"You may have noticed that every main character in the play is in the development of the plot, and has completed the closed loop of fate with various endings. There is only one person who does not indicate the ending in the play. ”

"This character is Xiao Guzi, that is, Gu Mingkun. In the play, he deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, and personally cut off his master's clothes. But outside the play, the former member of the Red Flag Repertory Troupe, my senior brother, who is now the initiator of this drama award, Gu Mingkun, did the same evil as in the play more than 40 years ago!

"He framed my mentor, Mr. Sun Zhongjing, and seized Mr. Sun's writing inheritance for himself, and designed the frame to make me persecuted. ”

"Today on this stage, in front of a national audience. I want justice!"

Bowing to the live broadcast camera again, Li Shixin pushed open the door of the live broadcast hall.

Seeing Li Shixin, who was dressed as Yu Ji, Zhao Jinzhi put down her folded legs and stood up from the chair.

"Gu Mingkun is here, in the auditorium. ”

Nodding to Zhao Jinzhi, Li Shixin took the sword and walked straight to the auditorium.

Behind him, seven godsons, An Xiaoxiao Sun Luoluo, a group of old fans, as well as Zhao Jinzhi and all the actors who participated in the performance of "Farewell My Concubine", slowly followed.

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