Lu Li's pace stopped and he stopped at the school gate.

"Don't you think we seem to have forgotten something?"

"What?" Yang Chunxue, who was floating beside her, tilted her head.

Lu Li didn't say a word, turned around and re-entered the academy, and returned the same way.

Yang Chunxue didn't know why she followed behind and followed him back to the theater.

The empty theater is only the noise on the stage. A few days later, the play will start, and they will have to rehearse as soon as possible.

The unexpected coma of one of the leading actresses did not affect their rhythm, and she had been sent to the infirmary by the teachers and students who had been instructed by the school leaders to cooperate with Lu Li's operation.

And the role of Wanjun, that is, the cheongsam woman, was taken over by Sun Yan volunteering.

So when Lu Li and Yang Chunxue returned to the theater, they saw Sun Yan wearing cheongsam and high heels with a tactful voice.

The cheongsam is as bright as blood, and the invisible yin qi permeates the body.

"Sun Yan!"

Yang Chunxue's breath was unstable, and countless blood threads suddenly erupted from her side.

Sun Yan, who was rehearsing on the stage, seemed to notice something, and glanced at the two of them between words, with a smile in his eyes.

But at this moment, an arm stopped Yang Chunxue, who was about to have a seizure.

"Let's take a look." Lu Li's calm voice fell into Yang Chunxue's restless heart like a drizzle. "It didn't run."

This sentence has two meanings.

The ghost cheongsam is still inconvenient on the stage, and the ghost cheongsam is not trying to escape this time.

Lu Li walked down the ramp and sat down on the edge of the first few rows near the stage.

This distance can guarantee that no matter what that ghost cheongsam wants to do, it can't do it.

Lu Li's return did not disturb the students' rehearsals, only the two teachers on the side looked at each other strangely, wanting to get closer, but Lu Li raised his hand to stop them silently.

"Please help your father, he really needs money for treatment." The schoolgirl wearing elderly makeup and shabby patches tightly clutched Sun Yan's arm.

Sun Yan completely lost his usual tomboy personality. Her face was slightly pale and a little weak. There was lingering pain and despair in his eyes: "He also deserves to be called a father?" How could a father sell his seven-year-old daughter to that kind of place as a gambling debt! ”

The plot is simple. During the Republic of China, a father with a decent family background was played by the casino and lost all his family. In order to pay off the remaining debts, it was decided to sell his wife or daughter. He had no choice but to sell his daughter and go to the countryside with his wife to start living.

But he didn't know that the daughter who was sold fell into the local Fengyue Building, and as for the young age of only seven years old, who cared.

After a tragic few years, Wanjun grew up to 13 years old and still stood tall. Later, he was taken by a warlord, and he was married to the eighteenth aunt of the eighteenth room out of the situation of ten thousand tastes of the red lips.

When he returned to his hometown with the warlord's troops, he happened to be seen on the street by his wife, who was already destitute because of her husband's serious illness. At that time, Wanjun was 16 years old, but the invisible family affection that blood was thicker than water made his wife recognize Wanjun.

The husband and wife had already treated their daughter badly, and the wife wanted to bless her daughter about it, but when she returned home and saw her husband seriously ill in bed, she had no other way to come to the door.

Wanjun has a weak personality, and after learning that this person is her biological mother who sold herself, she just refused, and then she relented and took some jewelry for her to be treated.

The husband's condition was suppressed and improved, and he learned from his wife that it was the money from the daughter who had been sold. He was active in his heart, and wanted to take advantage of this to gamble again to make a fortune, and used the excuse of bringing his daughter back to spend her life in peace after making money to move his wife, and went to Wanjun again to ask for a large sum of money.

The ending was unexpected, the husband lost all his money and was thrown on the street with a broken leg, and the wife couldn't bear the blow and deceived and went crazy.

The peaceful days did not last long, and the Japanese army entered the city and robbed the people's daughters on a large scale. The warlord's mansion was breached, and the screams of the ladies were mixed with laughter and screams.

The final plot is that the door was frantically slammed by two Japanese soldiers, and Wanjun sat on a mahogany chair in the lobby, dressed in a cheongsam, with a plain screen behind her, and the white skin and eyebrows set off were picturesque.

In the continuous knocking of the door, Wanjun, who had been obedient all her life, finally chose to be the master of her life at the last moment, picked up scissors and cut her throat, dyed the cheongsam as red as blood, and ended her life in troubled times at the age of 16.

Half an hour later, the rehearsal ended.

The onlookers walked on the stage with emotion, handed the water to the water, and handed the towel to the towel.

"You're doing a great job......

"This character should let you come, my God!"

"I really thought that it was a certain aunt in the Republic of China who was playing with us just now."

Compliments were offered, Sun Yan just smiled like everyone else, and walked off the stage to Lu Li.

"Thank you, sir." She owed the money and whispered. He glanced at Yang Chunxue apologetically: "This young lady, the little girl didn't do this maliciously, and she didn't hurt your friends." ”

"I know, so you can still stand in front of me." Yang Chunxue snorted dissatisfied, but her eyes were slightly red.

"Is this your story?" Lu Li said.

"Hmm...... It made the two of them laugh. After I committed suicide, the ghost was attached to this dress, and after it was used as a costume, the little girl had some means to let the students of the academy perform, and the experience of it was counted as the fulfillment of the last wish. Sun Yan, or Wanjun pursed her lips and chuckled.

Hey, Sun Yan can be so good-looking...... Wrong!

Yang Chunxue came back to her senses from that smile and said vigilantly: "What about my grandson, will she be fine!" ”

"Miss can rest assured, the breath will gradually disappear after I disperse, Miss Sun Yan only needs to recuperate for a few days, and ......" Wanjun nodded slightly, revealing a little subtlety: "Maybe the menstrual affair will be postponed a little." ”

Her aura was gradually dissipating, and she could already be freed.

"Thank you, sir, for giving the little girl this chance."

In the last few seconds of disappearance, gentle words echoed, and the next moment, those gentle eyes were replaced by confusion.

Wanjun's aura had completely disappeared.

"Why thank you, obviously you didn't do anything, ah, this girl is going to seduce you when she leaves, phew!" Yang Chunxue held the shaking Sun Yan with an unhappy face.

"Spring snow?" Sun Yan came to his senses after realizing it.

Yang Chunxue reprimanded angrily: "Are you stupid!" Dare to approach such a dangerous thing, do you know that cheongsam is a ghost! Blame that guy for forgetting to get rid of this ghost flag—"

"I know."

"Huh? You...... Did you do it on purpose!? The pale red eyes widened, and Yang Chunxue was very surprised.

Sun Yan's face was pale, and he forced a smile, but the sadness in his eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what: "My parents are dead......

Yang Chunxue was stunned.

"Half a month ago, they went back to the countryside to visit relatives and had a car accident......"

"I'll wait for you in the car." Lu Li suddenly spoke.

It's hard to say whether Lu Li doesn't want to see this painful scene or whether he wants to make private space for the two.

Anyway, he turned his head and left without stopping.