She raised her head slightly, her blue stand-up collar highlighting her pointed chin, and smiled at He Sifan: "I'll take off my makeup first." ”

Such a heavy makeup and a costume to be solved is not very elegant.

After changing back into a plain dress on weekdays as quickly as possible, He Sifan also entered the small tearoom in the inner hall and sat at the table of the Eight Immortals.

Lin Jingque has always been the most transparent one in the theater, as if he had a seven-trick exquisite heart, he had already guessed something when he came alone, Holding a green porcelain teacup, his white and pure hands can give people a good impression, so he first bypassed the wooden bench and handed it over.

"I don't want Xiao Li'er to be trapped here for the rest of her life, you go and persuade her to go."

He Sifan got straight to the point, purely when this was a transaction, and did not play the emotional card: "As a thank you, I will buy you an apartment on Qilishan Street." ”

Lin Jingque's fingertips hadn't even left the green porcelain cup, she stopped for a while, she didn't smile, and said in a gentler tone: "I will persuade, but Xiao Li'er is also a part of the theater, Sifan, maybe I should call you Mr. He, I have no right to drive her away." ”

"She's prone to paranoia." He Sifan looked at Lin Jingque's eyes, and his tone was indifferent: "I don't want to see what happened back then." ”

Lin was stunned.

When He Nanzhi apprenticed under Fu Xinzhuo's name, everyone in the group knew that this villain's status was extremely noble, even if she studied opera, the He family would not let her show up and sing on stage everywhere, but He Nanzhi's reputation still spread far and wide uncontrollably.

In those years, the theater was very lively, and most of the people who came here were to see the legendary national beauty Tianxiangjiaoer.

Throwing jewelry and diamonds on the stage is not a big deal.

It's scary to be the kind of person who comes here and sits all day, goes crazy and does anything, and vows not to stop until you talk to her.

These were all rejected by Fu Xinyun with his sick body, but he didn't expect that there was a fellow senior brother, who had been on the same stage with He Nanzhi since he was on tour, and after he went back, he had a demon, firmly believing that he and He Nanzhi were a pair made in heaven, just like the opera sang, the poor boy and the rich daughter broke through the world and fell in love.

By the time everyone noticed that something was wrong, he was already paranoid enough to try to kidnap He Nanzhi and die with her.

Even when he jumped off the bridge, he was immersed in the touching story of the opera and couldn't get out.

Later, whenever He Nanzhi remembered the sick behavior of the senior brother who was traveling with him, he would be so frightened that he dreamed for several days.

Fu Xinwei died of illness again......

Her growth is too well protected, her temperament is pure and fiery, and she is easy to have feelings for anything, such as a tattered toy, she has to collect it in her treasure chest and is reluctant to throw it away, not to mention that every time she has been on stage since she was a child, there is a master who is silently accompanied behind the scenes.

As a result, He Nanzhi had a physiological stress disorder about taking the stage.

……

"Xiao Li'er's physique is too easy to provoke psychologically ill paranoia, and if you continue to stay in the theater, you have no ability to protect her personal safety." He Sifan pointed out bluntly, and when Lin Jingque's face was as white as paper, his tone softened a lot: "You are her senior sister, I believe you must also want her to be carefree in this life." ”

Rain and fog float in the air outside.

When He Sifan left, the tea in the green porcelain cup gradually cooled.

Lin Jingque leaned on the edge of the Eight Immortals Table a little weakly, raised her eyelashes and looked at the lantern outside the window that was lit at some point, a trace of warm yellow light passed through the gap, and seemed to shine in with great difficulty, falling on her white fingertips.

It didn't take long.

Liu Chengzhu walked in from outside the door, looked left and right and asked, "Has cousin Xiaoli'er been here?" ”

Lin Jingque nodded.

Liu Chengzhu looked at her plain side face for a while, and suddenly there was a heavy rain outside, he loosened his neckline casually, and his voice was vague and low: "He has become more and more hard-hearted since he was in a high position, junior sister...... He won't be willing to pay for a woman other than Xiao Li'er, I'm afraid he won't even be willing to take a moment to fall in love, you. ”

"I know."

Lin Jingque's eyes were very calm, and he repeated these three words from his lips: "I know." ”

-

Now He Sifan has the aura of being in a high position for a long time, which is heavier than back then, and he can no longer suppress that edge.

When Lin Jingque approached, he pulled out of the fading memory picture in his mind, and met the oppressive gaze, and the smile on his lips was calm and clear: "I entered the door of the same year as Chengzhu, and the master led us to this hundred-year-old banyan tree, and asked us to write a wish to hang on it. ”

Most of the Kunqu Opera Troupe are homeless orphans, some of whom have been raised here since they were young to learn art, and very few of them are left, and they will leave on their own if they can't endure ten years of hard practice.

And Fu Xinyun, who has always been famous on stage when he was young and once swept the north and south of the country, still does not regret the decision to never marry, and teaches intangible cultural heritage opera to every disciple.

Lin Jingque once wrote in red silk:

Become a master-like person.

So when she whispered about the past, she kept looking at He Sifan lightly:

"There's so much here, I can't sign that demolition agreement, and I know you're going to come up with a better one."

He Sifan did have this intention to increase the bargaining chips before he came, he is a businessman, and he has always adhered to the things that cannot be discussed, but the temptation is not enough.

He listened patiently for a moment, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Jingque, I can choose a treasure land with excellent feng shui for you as a theater in the Sicheng boundary, and I can also prepare a settling-in allowance for everyone in the troupe, and even sign some cooperation agreements with the TV station to open a promotional program for intangible cultural heritage opera." ”

Nian is here is the place where He Nanzhi studied art.

He didn't push people into a desperate situation.

The morning light faintly shone on Lin Jingque's body through the branches, soaking her eyelids slightly red: "The theater was demolished, the old banyan tree was removed, and the group dispersed." ”

Just when she has an obsession in her heart.

The voice landed.

Lin Jingque turned sideways slightly, indicating that He Sifan looked at the old banyan tree rooted in the theater, and even she didn't know how astringent the smile on her lips was: "After the master left, I would tie a red silk to the tree with my own hands every year, and when the wind blew it up at night, when the master was still concerned about this, he came back to see me......"

"Svan."

"I am the seventh generation of intangible cultural heritage Kunqu opera after Fu Xinxuan, some inheritances cannot be lost, and someone must keep them after all."

Half ringing.

The wind seemed to be still. Her eyebrows and eyes standing in the light were slightly light, with the grace of a green landscape, and her white fingers slowly handed the green plum soaked in the clear water on the wooden plate to He Sifan, who had stood under the banyan tree with her for a long time.

*

After ten o'clock, the walls of the deep alley will be plated with a brilliant layer of gold, and it will be a little sunburned everywhere you go.

Lin Jingque held a paper umbrella and walked side by side with He Sifan along the narrow street filled with fireworks, the umbrella was blocked in front of his forehead, and the low and shallow shadows fell on the two of them, and when he was almost in front of the Maybach car parked outside the alley, he put it away.

"The glutinous rice cake that Xiao Li'er likes to eat has moved away, but the boss is kind and copied a copy of the exclusive recipe to me."

The feminine breath and voice are soft in the heat wave.

She folded the paper she had copied and handed it over.

He Sifan stared at it for a few seconds, and when he took it, the cold cuffs that he raised had a very faint smell of agarwood cigarettes.

Soon, Lin Jingque took half a step back, and gently swayed her long white skirt beside her ankles.

She held her breath and whispered, "Go slowly." ”

The housekeeper had already bowed in advance and opened the door of the back seat, and waited for He Sifan to get into the car with an indifferent expression, before he turned his head and saw Lin Jingque, and smiled kindly gently: "Miss Lin stays." ”

Lin Jingque nodded politely, stood in the daylight, and quietly watched the car disappear into the turn in front of him.

Seeing this one off, she exhaled softly and waited for her way back to the courtyard.

It happened that Ding Fuli came out of the room sleepily, but he didn't know who had come, and greedily picked up a green plum from the wooden plate and bit it down.

As a result, the acid instantly reached the root of the tooth, and the grin grinned and stuck out the tongue.

Seeing Lin Jingque, the big eyes like apricot kernels lit up, and he chewed the green plum and swallowed it without wasting it, and his words were slurred: "Senior sister, are we still demolishing this theater?" ”

Lin Jingque put the paper fan next to the stone bench, and the long skirt was accidentally stained with some ash rubbing against the white wall, and when he bent down to brush it away, he whispered: "The demolition of the old city will be carried out as scheduled, but He Sifan promised that the drama theater will not be demolished, and in the future, this place will be planned into a tourist commercial street to promote the national intangible cultural heritage." ”

It's just that in the next few years, it will inevitably affect the normal operation of the theater.

A moment of trance.

She suppressed her thoughts, pursed her lips with a smile, and raised her hand to touch Ding Fuli's hair: "Next, we need to fend for ourselves." ”

……

This time, Hesfan will relent, and in the future, it will be planned as a block fund for intangible cultural heritage tourism, and one of the funds will be invested by Xie.

Lin Jingque's heart is like a mirror, which is all the credit of He Nanzhi.

She sat under the old banyan tree at night and looked at the fluttering red silk for a long time.

came back to his senses, pondered his words several times, and sent a text message of thanks to He Nanzhi word by word.

Ding Fuli continued to nibble on green plums in the armchair, not quite understanding: "Why are you so rusty?" ”

These words attracted Zhu Baimeng, who had just been discharged from the hospital, to look sideways, and raised his other arm that was not hanging to hang on his shoulder: "Silly boy, do you think He Sifan is really so good at talking?" But if our theater dares to be too involved with the little carp, believe it or not, he will come to the door in that Maybach worth tens of millions that night to beat your little head melon seeds? ”

Ding Fuli usually shook his mouth with him, but remembering that Zhu Baimeng's injury this time was to protect the theater from being demolished, as a foodie, he rarely had the consciousness of caring for his fellow disciples, and stuffed the last sour green plum over: "I know." ”

"Damn—"

In the next second, Zhu Baimeng also bared his teeth and grinned: "So sour!" ”

The frolicking sound next to him, as well as Liu Chengzhu's voice in the kitchen asking whether the tomatoes were cold or fried, did not affect Lin Jingque.

She held her phone and saw the message replied to in the chat interface.

He Nanzhi didn't mention the demolition, as if it had never happened, but posted a photo of himself with the orange cat, saying that he had made a cameo role in the crew playing soy sauce, and the director saw that she acted well, so he had to forcibly add a few episodes of the scene and not let the finale go offline.

As if he was broken, he mentioned that he had successfully auditioned for a film by a big director, and when he got paid, he wanted to donate it to the theater.

Lin Jingque politely refused the salary, but only told her not to get hurt during filming.

The chat interface stopped for several minutes.

Until He Nanzhi sent a voice, his voice was soft and tired, as if he had just finished work: "He Sifan didn't bully anyone, right?" ”

"Nope." Lin Jingque's fingertips pressed on the top of the screen and gave her back.

He Nanzhi said again: "Senior sister, we are from one country, you must not be bewitched by He Sifan, and hide everything from me." ”

Lin Jingque didn't go back, and slowly put the phone down.

Not far away, Ding Fuli counted his fingers in confusion and said to himself, "I ate eight green plums...... Zhu Baimeng ate one, I obviously remember that my senior sister bought ten. ”

*

Suites in a five-star hotel.

Because He Nanzhi has been in a good mood recently, he obeyed Tan Song's princess arrangement very peacefully, and asked him to go to Hengdian to make a cameo appearance, shoot a magazine or something, including running several auditions in a row, without complaint.

At this moment, she slept until the afternoon and woke up, wrapped in a white bathrobe nestled on the sofa, her fingertips swiping the tablet to read the work schedule.

Tan Song carefully put the evening dress he had recovered from the dry cleaner aside, walked over and asked, "Have you cultivated a relationship with Mr. Xie?" ”

He Nanzhi raised his curly eyelashes and looked over, attacking unabashedly: "Song Dog, do you think he is a father who is not related by blood?" ”

Tan Song has been like losing his mind recently, and he blows Xie Chen'an's rainbow fart every once in a while.