But Song Qinglian still had some worries in her heart: "However, the worker just now said that letting me come in like this is not in line with the rules of the theater." You insisted on bringing me in like this, isn't it a little embarrassing for him? ”

"If you have something unpleasant with the rest of the people in the theater for this little thing about me, it's not worth it."

"It's okay, it can't be." Ming Jingxuan didn't care at all, "This is a show hosted by Ming Jingxuan, what do I want to do, who I want to take in, no one can control me." ”

"They're just bullying people, and if they're nicer to them, they'll get even worse, and they don't need to worry about them, and they're just their so-called rules."

"Today, I, Ming Jingxuan, want to bring you in from here, I want to see who dares to stop me, forgive them for not having the courage to do so."

He paused, then lowered his voice again, sincere and sincere: "And this performance was carefully prepared by me for Sister Qinglian, how could I let them stop you." ”

"Where I can come and go freely, I will naturally let you come and go as you please. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone bully you. ”

It was originally a light and breezy sentence, but when Song Qinglian heard it, her heart suddenly warmed. It was as if he had become the person he wanted to protect, and he himself had become an important person for him.

In front of outsiders, he is still so cold and arrogant, but he gives himself all his tenderness.

Song Qinglian couldn't help but smile, the autumn water in her eyes was rippling with a faint clear wave, she raised her eyes to look at him, and said sincerely and softly: "Brother Xuan, thank you for your favor to Qinglian." ”

Ming Jingxuan just smiled lightly: "Sister Qinglian, I left you a seat at the third table in the second row under the stage, that is the position with the best view, you can sit down." ”

"Hmm." Song Qinglian glanced at the position, "Brother Xuan, what about you, are you going to prepare for the opening?" ”

"yes." Ming Jingxuan nodded: "There are only ten minutes left before the opening, the spectators are all seated, you can sit down quickly." My show was the finale, and I had to go backstage to get ready. ”

He paused, and cautiously told Song Qinglian: "The performance is over in a while, don't go anywhere, just wait for me here, I'll come to you immediately after the performance." ”

Song Qinglian responded: "I know Brother Xuan, then I'll go over." ”

"Okay."

With that, she walked to the position that Ming Jingxuan pointed to, and Ming Jingxuan also watched Song Qinglian go to that position and sit down.

After sitting down, Song Qinglian's gaze probed in the direction of Ming Jingxuan again, and with a shallow smile on her face, she beckoned to him.

Ming Jingxuan's gaze fell on her without a moment's shift, and after she sat down, he met her gaze and returned her with a faint smile.

After seeing her sit firmly, he turned around and walked back to the backstage with steady steps. She looked at his handsome demeanor, and the stars in her eyes also shone brightly.

All the hearts are in silence.

After a short time, the performance began, and what just started was the juggling performed by the unknown disciples of Minghui Hall. Although the spectators were not very interested, they also applauded as usual.

Song Qinglian also joined them in applauding and cheering for them, but what she was thinking about was Ming Jingxuan.

In the midst of the endless sound of gongs and drums and applause, a performance has come to an end, and the last scene will be the highlight that all the spectators are most looking forward to.

"The last performance next is the octagonal drum accompaniment song "Peacock Flying Southeast" presented by our celebrity Xuan Gongzi of Minghui Hall!"

"Good!"

Before Ma Wei's words fell, there was a warm uproar in the audience. The applause thundered, more enthusiastic than any previous performance.

Song Qinglian was surrounded by this uproar, she couldn't hear any sound on the stage, and only stared at the stage with a pair of bright eyes, looking for the figure of the person on the stage.

After a burst of applause, I saw Ming Jingxuan leaning out of the side curtain, holding an octagonal drum with a tassel pendant in his hand, and slowly walked to the front of the stage.

"Master Xuan!"

"Master Xuan!"

The cheers from the audience rang out even more enthusiastically, and the call for him was deafening.

And his face always remained cold and indifferent, and he did not respond to anyone in the audience, as if all this cheering had nothing to do with him.

There was a faint determination in his eyes, and he always looked in one direction, unwavering. Looking at it like this, what you are looking at is the direction where Song Qinglian is. As everyone knows, there is a shallow tenderness in these cold eyes.

Song Qinglian also looked at him without blinking, and there was always a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth. Regardless of the full capacity of the audience and the crowd of spectators, the two looked at each other as if no one was around.

Ming Jingxuan, who has always been lonely and indifferent, had a temperature in his eyes when he overlooked the full hall on the stage for the first time. As everyone knows, it's just because the one sitting in the audience is the confidant.

A burst of drum music sounded, accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo, he gently buttoned the octagonal drum in his hand, slowly opened his voice, and sang the sad and touching story.

As he spoke, the noise of the audience ceased in shock, and the spectators were silent, and none of them made a noise, all listening carefully to his melodious tune.

On the stage, his face is as light as cold water, and what is indifferent in his eyes is the unstained gold and jade scenery. Let the audience under the stage be like a cloud, but it seems that this is just his world.

Red mouth and white tongue, singing the ups and downs of ancient and modern, octagonal music and drums, playing eternal stories. He is long and jade, and his elegance is peerless, as if he is outside the world, telling the grievances and grievances of the ages.

His slender jade fingers, buckled on the cowhide octagonal drum, played the hoarse rhythm, and with his soft voice, word by word, expressed the eternal feelings.

The audience was full of spectators, all of whom were intoxicated by the moving singing voice and the sad story.

Listening to his gentle singing, Song Qinglian, who was sitting in the audience, was also intoxicated.

The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles. There are two flying birds, which call themselves mandarin ducks. Raise your head to each other, and reach five watches every night. The love between Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi was finally turned to ashes because of the secular view. Love is difficult to keep together, and finally turns into a tragedy of a lifetime.