"My heart is pleased with you. ”

Qu Jinghong let him hold her, countless thoughts flashed in her mind, and she repeated softly as if she didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Liang Fusheng let her go, and the moonlight that fell overhead was cut into pieces by the shadow of the tree, which looked mottled.

He stared at her intently, and said word by word: "I am pleased with you." ”

It's not blurted out in a hurry, it's not a momentary mood, he's seriously confessing his heart to his sweetheart.

Qu Jinghong saw the moon in his eyes.

The moonlight was beautiful, and she was a little reluctant.

But she was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and finally said, "You have a fiancée, don't provoke me." ”

Liang Fusheng's heart was half cold.

"And," she said, breaking free from that warm embrace, "I didn't do anything stupid. ”

She picked up the sleeve of water that was hanging on the ground, grabbed it on her arm and slapped it twice, dusting it off.

"Standing on the trunk is to improve my body, I didn't want to jump into the river. ”

Qu Jinghong turned around and left without hesitation, as if Fang Cai's throbbing was just an illusion.

Standing among them is not only a second Miss Shen, with a family background, high and low vision, and worldly eyes, those people are enough to completely drown the two of them with a mouthful of spittle.

The weather is starting to warm up, but the night breeze is still cool.

"Wait a minute. ”

Liang Fusheng silently took off his blazer and carefully draped it over the costume for her.

Qu Jinghong raised her hand and tightened her coat, a pair of watery eyes rippled with moonlight, she turned her head and looked at him affectionately for the last time.

"Thank you. ”

......

What Liang Fusheng didn't expect was that the next morning, the relationship between them that ended without a problem was in the newspaper.

"Young Master Liang and the boss of the Beiping Theater?"

"I just said that there must be something between them, can there be a few clean people in this opera garden, and don't people like Boss Qu also plant?"

"Young Master Liang's fiancée can't be in a hurry now?"

"Isn't it, the Shen family came to the door early this morning. ”

"It's not that serious, isn't it just a play, just playing......"

“......”

The large lead print on the newspaper is so striking that it is impossible to ignore, and the three or two lines of spicy words portray Liang Fusheng as a womanizer, while Qu Jinghong is a prostitute who is superficially noble and coquettish in the pen of irresponsible inkmen. The layout on the left also has a picture attached, the photo is a little blurry, taken in Lugou Xiaoyue that night.

"Get on your knees. Old lady Liang flipped the newspaper loudly, and threw it on the ground coldly, "Look for yourself what you have done!"

Liang Fusheng leaned over and picked up the newspaper.

He saw Qu Jinghong in the photo being embraced by him, and they were grinding their ears and temples with their ears, like a pair of infatuated lovers who were not tolerated by the world.

At that moment, Liang Fusheng suddenly remembered "Romeo and Juliet" he had watched when he was a student in Europe, when he sat in the theater and sneered at the love in the play. But now the same thing fell on him, I saw his wrist trembling slightly, and he gently touched the shadow of Qu Jinghong in the photo with his fingertips.

The index finger of his right hand was stained with the ink of the newspaper, and Liang Fusheng suddenly smiled and gently twisted his fingers.

Old lady Liang took a deep breath, and his nose fluttered: "Break off contact with that drama as soon as possible." ”

"The Shen family has already come to the door, and your marriage with Miss Shen Er is on the agenda as soon as possible. ”

But I only heard Liang Fusheng stubbornly speak: "Freedom of marriage is the most basic human right. ”

"I won't marry someone I don't love. ”

Old lady Liang was so angry that she blew her beard and glared: "The family sent you abroad, and you learned such unashamed things from foreigners, right?"

"Open and close your mouth to talk about love, love and love, you don't want to be ashamed, I still want this old face......" He was halfway through his words, and suddenly began to cough violently.

There were three or two hurried knocks outside the door.

"It was designated that Miss Shen Er was here. ”

Zhang's mother walked through the courtyard to open the door with her hands and feet, but it was not the Shen family lady who crossed the threshold.

Three or five Japanese soldiers wearing pig-eared hats burst in with bayonets, and they stood tall and stamped up, lined up on either side to welcome a big man.

Liang Fusheng turned around, frowned, and matched the swaggering Japanese officer in front of him with the face he remembered appearing in the Peking Theater.

It's Watanabe.

Watanabe crooked his mouth and smiled at him with malicious intent: "I heard that Young Master Liang is disrespectful to the Japanese Empire, and it has been confirmed that he does have anti-Japanese tendencies. ”

The tips of two rows of white bayonets dazzled people's eyes.

"We would like to invite Master Liang back for a cup of tea and a friendly exchange. ”

Liang Fusheng squinted at him disappreciatively, and met the tip of the bayonet dangling in front of him with a blind eye.

Watanabe waved his hand and said in jerky Chinese: "It seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin." ”

A Japanese soldier on the far right nodded knowingly, and turned his bayonet to the old lady Liang, the thin blade against the old lady's neck, and the slightest movement was about to ooze blood.

"Slow," Liang Fusheng's face changed, and he said coldly with a gloomy face, "I'll go with you." ”

......

After Lugou Bridge said goodbye, Liang Fusheng never came to the Peking Theater again.

The oil paint and pastel ink sent by Young Master Liang didn't even run out of half, Qu Jinghong held the rouge box with one hand, and rubbed the rouge into his eyes with his fingertips.

She looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt a palpitation for no apparent reason.

The red porcelain box was torn apart, and the rose paste was as red as blood.

When the head of the Wu class heard the movement, he pulled the curtain and went backstage: "How can such a good thing be ruined, you put it down and don't move, don't draw your hands." ”

He turned around and picked up a broom from the corner and swept up the debris on the ground, and his mouth was not idle.

"Young Master Liang too, why don't you say that you won't come. ”

Unmoved, Qu Jinghong took a rouge box from the cinnabar lacquered makeup box, picked a little color with his fingernails and wiped it on the back of his hand: "Are you married?"

She blushed her lips and stepped out of the backstage with the hem of her costume lifted, her mind letting go of herself into the play.

The words of the audience always drilled into her ears uncontrollably.

"Young Master Liang is not in the private room today. ”

"Some people say that Miss Shen Er came to the door, I'm afraid I don't have an opinion about him. ”

"What Miss Shen Er, it's Watanabe, the Japanese took him away. ”

“......”

Qu Jinghong's heart was tight, she sang on stage for the first time in so many years.