The bang struck and shook the rouge powder in the air. The sound of the flute was rising, so sharp that it seemed to pierce the skin of a person.

One turned around, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the oil paint on the eyes was very colorful, especially the outline of the corners of the eyes, which was a little weird. "Spring ~ Light ~ Full ~ Garden ~ Wan ~ Hua ~ Yan ~~", the voice is so soft and charming that it turns a thousand times, and it is fascinating. She flicked the sleeves of her costume, and the light in her eyes seemed to burn the whole theater, and she took two steps forward, and the flannel shoes embroidered with gold flowers staggered. The audience was attracted by her blue costume, and the two mandarin ducks snuggled together, and the thick and bright golden lines began to circle around the mandarin ducks. After singing that sentence, the music still sounded crisply, but she was stunned, her expression was soft, spreading tangled, and suddenly, a dagger slipped out of her cuff, and the shining light instantly gathered everyone's attention. In the blink of an eye, the dagger had been pierced deep into her heart, and the audience was so frightened that they fled the theater in a hurry. The blood soaked in the blue costume became deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, and the bright red mixed into darkness, staining the face of the mandarin duck on the blue costume into a crimson ......

As the sun sets, the distant mountains gradually reveal their shadows, and the dazzling red of the sunset form a picture that does not match but is not tired of seeing. By the river, the two took off their clothes, stretched their muscles and jumped into the river, and the splash became the last movement, and then, the river surface returned to calm, without a trace of ripples, and the two people who went into the water did not move. That's it, five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds...... Gradually, a man floated flat on his back, his back facing up, his buttocks bare, and suddenly, a choking sound was heard, and the man struggled to move uncomfortably.

"Okay, brother, you won!" He choked twice and coughed up some water.

Then, another person also jumped upright from the water, "Every time you hold your breath with me, you lose, and you are still not convinced." As he spoke, he brushed his wet hair.

The person who lost is called Xu Zhifan, the only son of the Xu family, who lost his father since he was a child, and the one who won is called Lin Wei, a son adopted by Zhifan's mother, the two have played very well since they were children, and now they are in their early twenties, and the relationship between the two is like a brother.

With that, the two of them plunged into the water again, fluttering and playing with each other, and unconsciously gradually swam into the distance, and the sky gradually sank, and darkness was about to fall. There was still the last glimmer of light left in the sunset, as if smiling contemptuously, hinting at the unrest of the night. In the distance, farther away, farther away, a dark figure blended into the scene, he was wearing a black coat, smoking a pipe in his mouth, and when he smoked, white smoke floated out of the pipe, and he took the last breath, he sighed slightly, took off the pipe, put on a black hat, and hurriedly disappeared into this coming unrest.

Layers of dark clouds converged at an unpredictable rate, the last rays of light were gone, and a storm was coming.

Lin Wei raised his head and looked at the sky, "Oh no, it's going to rain soon, Zhifan, go quickly." Saying that it was too late, Lin Wei pulled Zhifan to swim quickly to the shore and put on his clothes. But it was still too late, the rain had already fallen, and it hit the two brothers hard, and the two ran quickly towards home, their clothes were already soaked, and the wind was gradually getting stronger.

Zhifan's mother, Lu Hua, waited anxiously in the house, she opened the door, although it was dark outside, but still focused on searching for the figures of the two, from the initial rain was still light, to the wind and dance, and even to the last thunder and lightning, Lu Hua became more and more anxious, she paced in the house, back and forth, her steps were disordered, her hands were rubbing the corners of her clothes indiscriminately, worried about the comfort of the two children.

Suddenly, Zhifan's voice came from outside, "Mother, mother." Lu Hua stopped, opened his mouth and looked outside, the figures of the two brothers running were faintly visible, suddenly, a thunderbolt struck down, the miserable white light appeared outside the house, the two brothers were in a hurry, their hair was messy, in a flash, Lu Hua's eyes were blurred, the two brothers became a man in black with a machete, the blade was still stained with a little blood, suddenly, she recalled in her mind the scene that was locked in her heart and didn't want to remember, a man rolled on the ground, the machete cut him into minced flesh, and the splashed blood sprinkled on the face of the man in black, The more enjoyable the slashing became, the more hideous the man in black laughed, and finally, he put down the machete, picked up the frightened and helpless woman next to him, and began to unbridled ** pleasure, blood dripped from the face of the man in black who was extremely enjoying to the face of the woman below him, and dripped rhythmically with the woman's howl of pain.

A bolt of lightning struck again, and the thunder was even more deafening than before. Lu Hua pulled out of the memory, and she gently stroked her chest to regulate her chaotic aura. Then the two brothers returned, closed the door, ran through the yard, and came into the house.

"Get on your knees!" Lu Hua didn't look at the two of them, and drank directly with his back to the order.

"Mother, I was wrong." Zhifan looked at his mother's back pitifully, "We didn't expect it to rain so much, which made my mother worried." Lin Wei also added and begged for mercy.

"Don't say it, you guys are kneeling here, and you won't be allowed to get up until dawn!" Lu Hua didn't even throw a straight face at the two, so he went into the bedroom, and the two brothers were aggrieved and at a loss, hugging each other to keep warm at night. At this time, Lu Hua's angry voice came from the inner room, "You are not allowed to get up until dawn, I will give you some memory!" Then he blew out the candles and prepared to go to bed. In the dark room, the two brothers felt colder, so they hugged each other tighter.

At this moment, the dark shadow of a pipe appeared outside the house, and the man in the black coat stood there, glanced into the house, and then hurriedly disappeared into the thunderstorm.

The next morning, outside the house was the remnant of the calm after the storm, Lu Hua turned over and saw the two brothers sleeping on the ground shivering with cold, so he took out a quilt from the back room and covered them. When he opened the door, the outside of the house was fresh and green, Lu Hua's heart gradually stabilized, and he began to regret whether he was too poisonous to the two children yesterday, so he turned around and looked at the sleeping brothers apologetically.

In the city of Nanjing, a woman wearing a sky-blue student uniform and flowing long hair stood motionless in front of the drama stage, her back looking slender and slender. There was a faint sound of the suicidal drama girl singing in the air, "Spring ~ Light ~ Full ~ Garden ~ Wan ~ Hua ~ Yan ~~", the woman tilted her head and heard this singing, which was really beautiful, but in this empty theater, looking at the empty stage, she only showed a shallow smile. There was a sweet call from outside the theater, "Zhixia, okay, it's time to go back." Hearing this, the woman turned her face and responded.

On the noisy streets of Nanjing, four women in school uniforms walked in a row, attracting passers-by. The coachman enthusiastically parked the carriage next to the four women, "Four Miss Lan, don't you take the carriage back today?" One of the women smiled and responded, "No need, thank you, master." ”

These four Miss Lan are well-known people in Nanjing City, they are all from the famous family of Nanjing City, Lan Mansion, are the granddaughters of Lan Jingrong, the master of Lan Mansion, it is also a coincidence, Lan Jingrong was born blessed, the two sons Lan Jindong and Lan Jinxi's descendants are daughters, and the names are also particularly poetic, Zhichun, Zhixia, Zhiqiu, Zhidong, Zhichun and Zhixia are the daughters of the eldest son Jindong, Zhiqiu Zhidong is the daughter of the second son Jinxi, and the four daughters are also ranked according to age, the oldest is Zhichun, and the youngest is Zhidong.

"Zhixia, you have to come to this theater every day to see, what is so attractive about this?" Zhidong asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I just like theater, you see, the long singing, the bright oil paint, the beautiful costumes." Zhixia said and was slightly intoxicated again.

"However, singing is all done by those women who are not in the stream, and the eldest lady will definitely not support you." Zhidong said frankly.

Zhiqiu said coldly, "And I heard that there have been deaths in this theater." ”

The three sisters shuddered.

"Forget it, don't tell your parents." Zhixia had no choice but to give in and stop talking about the topic.

"Eh, by the way, grandpa's 80th birthday is still half a month away, do you want to send grandpa something?" Zhidong successfully opened a new topic, and the three sisters chatted bitterly, only Zhixia remembered the words of a woman of unknown origin that she had just heard in the theater, and the more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became, Zhixia's expression gradually became solemn, and her back gradually became cold......