Qu Jinghong couldn't remember how she got off the stage decently, and the three words "Liang Fusheng" were wedged into her heart like nails.

The next day, the Peking Theater ushered in an uninvited guest.

"What's the matter, it's noisy outside?" Qu Jinghong frowned.

"It's Watanabe, he's here again. ”

Qu Jinghong felt as if there was an invisible hand that grabbed her heart and made people breathless.

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

Thinking of this, she walked out of the backstage with a curtain, only to see a tea boy with a towel in the crook of her arm driving people out: "Japanese people are not welcome in our theater, please find another place." ”

Watanabe seemed to be uncharacteristically confident, he lifted the hat of the military uniform, raised his eyebrows and did not speak, and stood in place waiting for Qu Jinghong to speak first.

"Why is it Watanabe again, it's really unlucky. ”

"This Japanese has a bad brain, a few times a month, knowing that Boss Qu doesn't welcome him, he still rushes up to catch up. ”

"I don't know if Boss Qu doesn't sing for the Japanese!"

"The Peking Theater shouldn't even let him in, it's like kicking his nose in the face. ”

“......”

And what is surprising is that Qu Jinghong really scribbled on his blessing body and took the lead in opening his mouth.

"If I sing this to you, can you release Liang Fusheng?"

Her voice was tense, like an expensive string that would break in the next second.

Watanabe shrugged his shoulders and pretended to ask the adjutant beside him, "Who is Liang Fusheng?"

The adjutant pushed his glasses and replied in a low voice: "It's the eldest young master of the Liang Shiming family of the Peking giant, and someone has reported that he has anti-Japanese tendencies." ”

"Miss Shen Er spent a lot of money to ransom him, and she hasn't released him yet. ”

They just said it to Qu Jinghong.

Watanabe bowed his head, and he turned his head and continued in broken Chinese: "We have no ill intentions, we just invited Young Master Liang to come over as a guest and communicate with each other." ”

Qu Jinghong glared angrily, she had already finished her makeup, and her raised eyebrows looked at him coldly.

Watanabe crooked half of his mouth and smiled, raised his hands and slapped his face twice: "It seems that what is written in the newspaper is true, Boss Qu and that Young Master Liang really had those entanglements in the past." ”

Qu Jinghong didn't know what kind of unsightly relationship she and Liang Fusheng had evolved into in the romantic anecdotes published in the newspaper, she didn't care about it, she just pursed her lips tightly into a line.

Watanabe kicked his military boots and walked to the middle of the seat and sat down: "I don't care about all these messy things. ”

"I came to the Peking Theater to listen to the play," he raised his hand and gestured at Qu Jinghong, "Boss Qu, please." ”

Qu Jinghong confronted him in silence, as if he was weighing the weight of the long list of words he had just said.

After a while, I saw her bite her back molars, her eyes were cold, and her whole face was almost expressionless.

"Go and get the drum out. ”

She turned her head and met a pair of puzzled eyes: "But Boss Qu ......"

"Go. She almost roared.

The younger students in the troupe looked at her with disappointment, but they did it anyway.

Qu Jinghong wore a feather on his head, pretended to be Liang Hongyu on the stage, and sang a song "Zhan Jinshan" loudly and passionately.

"Dare to underestimate the female hero, Jiang Tian Shuxiao"

"Hold high teeth, shake the tide of the river"

"With loyalty, with courage, the banner of the Great Song Dynasty was guaranteed"

The Japanese could not understand the meaning behind the babbling lyrics, so they sat in the audience and watched the excitement, clapping with great interest.

Qu Jinghong only felt like a fish in his throat.

She stood on the stage one by one and sang "If I don't show all my skills, I can also sweep away thousands of troops", she is Liang Hongyu standing upright on the top of the golden mountain, and it seems that it is not just Liang Hongyu.

I don't know how long it took to sing, Watanabe finally stood up from the elegant seat, and left a sentence disappreciatively: "The legendary boss of Qu is nothing more than that." ”

......

The Japanese withdrew from the theater garden, but the compatriots in the room seemed to have changed their faces, and their attitude towards Qu Jinghong changed suddenly.

"What are you pretending to be, you are a dog wagging your tail and begging for mercy in front of the Japanese!"

"On the surface, he looks noble and clean, but behind his back, he colludes with others, I should have known what kind of virtue Qu Jinghong is, and what 'don't sing for the Japanese' is all fake!"

"What kind of boss is Qu Jinghong, she's a traitor!"

"Today, she can open the door and invite Watanabe into this Peking Theater, will she be able to sing on Watanabe's bed tomorrow?"

"Bitch!

“......”

The reputation of the Peking Theater was stinky, and Boss Wu stopped the show.

The fans who rushed to grab tickets in the past changed their faces, and they twisted their facial features and scrambled to scold, throwing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves on the stage. The entrance of the theater was splashed with swill, and it stinked from a long distance.

Nowadays, there are few people who enter the theater who really come to listen to the play, and they all follow the trend to smash the scene.

The seats smashed rotten eggs as accurately as they threw colored heads, and they fell heavily on their bodies, leaving red or blue marks. The young master Liang who had neatly stacked the silver dollars in the tray and sent them into the backstage with sincerity and sincerity was nowhere to be found.

No one else sees himself as an equal, independent person like him.

The men insulted her and insulted her as if she were some heinous sinner, and instead of scolding Watanabe and resisting the vile invaders, they poked their swords and swords at their own countrymen.

She has been studying since she was sensible, and she will not know anything in this life except singing.

But no one was willing to listen to her singing anymore.

Qu Jinghong took off her costume and put on a burlap shirt, she found a rag from the backstage and wrapped it around her neck to cover her face, and walked out of the theater garden with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

She stopped at the entrance of a familiar alley and looked at the door of the Liang Mansion from a distance.

Watanabe more or less kept the agreement, and they released Liang Fusheng.

The whirring foreign car stopped at the door of the Liang Mansion, and the subordinates of the Liang family took small steps to meet him, and several people worked together to carry him back.

Miss Shen Er was the last to get out of the foreign car, she was still decent, wearing a crepe skirt sprinkled with flowers, and pearl earrings on her earlobes.

She glanced in Qu Jinghong's direction as if she had noticed it.

A one-eyed black cat came up to her and rubbed her ankles affectionately.

Qu Jinghong hugged his body and shrank in the corner, and his throat sourly pulled up the rags that covered his face.