imperial psychologist

Chapter 504
This exclamation made Ai Songqing feel sad.

She suddenly realized that she, Bo Ling, and the dead woman lying in the coffin in front of her were like strangers walking on the same road.

It's just that Ms. Kong walked ahead, and she and Bo Ling had just set off.

Ai Songqing lowered her head, only to feel that the fear that was pressing on her heart before suddenly turned into pity and sorrow.

Berlin also sighed.

"Since this Miss Kong chose us back then, it was also a kind of fate... Let's send her off tonight for the last time."

"Yeah." Ai Songqing nodded vigorously, "You wait for me, I'll go get the piano."

……

In the front yard of the Lin residence, Mr. Lin had already been crushed to the ground by the Jin Yiwei who broke into the door.

He was heartbroken tonight, but at this moment, a disaster suddenly fell from the sky, and he felt lonely and courageous in his heart.

"Why do you Jinyiwei arrest people? I'm doing business honestly, so I can't invite people to sing in my own house now?"

Chen Yicong was wearing a hood, with half of his face hidden in the shadows.

He looked at Mr. Lin, a little impatiently, "Shut his mouth."

Jin Yiwei immediately complied.

After a while, the girls were brought out, Chen Yicong glanced at them and frowned, "Is that all?"

The two turtle claws were tied up by Jin Yiwei, "Answer!"

"Back... back to my lord! There are two more people, they are still in the yard inside." Turtle Claw stumbled in reply.

Chen Yicong frowned, "What are you doing in the yard?"

"Sing for...for the dead." Turtle Claw replied in a low voice.

Chen Yicong's face turned pale when he heard that, and he stepped forward and kicked a tortoise's claw in the heart, knocking him to the ground.

Passing through the winding corridors, Chen Yicong quickly led the people to the main entrance of Linzhai Small Theater.

After approaching, they really heard the thin and bitter string sound coming from the cold night.

There is a woman's singing, rising in the mist in the middle of the night.

The familiar female voice made Chen Yicong slow down suddenly, he raised his hand to stop the guards in brocade clothes, and then moved forward alone looking for the singing voice.

——It is the voice of Bo Ling, it is Bo Ling singing "Nine Layers Mountain".

He heard it almost immediately, and his steps quickened.

"A river flows slowly, and a lotus flower floats on the surface..."

In an instant, Chen Yicong felt that the dark and dark corridors around him suddenly became familiar.

One side of the corridor is carved railings, and through the hollow stone wall, you can have a panoramic view of everything in the small theater.

Chen Yicong stared at the figures on the stage, and moved step by step, changing scenes, and finally came to the back of the railing closest to the main entrance, and then stopped.

"I laugh when people who go out laugh, and when people return home, I feel sad..."

The whole small theater was dark, except for a candle lit on the left and right sides of the stage.

In the faint candlelight, Bai Ling stood on the stage in a white dress, and a girl was sitting next to her, playing the piano.

Under the stage, a coffin was erected obliquely in the middle of the courtyard.

"I don't believe you when you say it's hard for you, but it's true when I say it's hard for me..."

There is no one else here, except for the two girls, only the long white flag dancing in the wind from time to time.

Chen Yicong slowly stretched out his hand, gently leaning against the nearby wall, his gaze has almost never left Bo Ling in the middle of the stage since he set his eyes on the stage.

The white dress reminded him of seeing the lights by Lake An, and the stunning girl that night.

Berlin is really suitable for wearing a white dress...

"It rains in the sky and the road is slippery. I fall and climb by myself..."

On the stage, Berlin sang every line very slowly.

This is obviously not a play, but she still imitates the movements of the actors, sometimes tossing her sleeves, and sometimes turning her head slightly, raising her hands and stepping back.

Chen Yicong suddenly felt that time went back to that rainy evening a few years ago.

He always remembered that evening - Bo Ling was sitting in the corridor of the small courtyard, singing "Nine Layers Mountain" softly while embroidering a purse with his head bowed.

That night, Bo Ling dried his hair from the rain and combed it for him.

That well-lit room feels warm and comfortable, like a harbor in a storm...he still misses it to this day.

Chen Yicong looked at the stage, even in such a gloomy mourning hall, Bo Ling tonight is still the same gentle and calm, no different from before - this is exactly the appearance of his favorite Bo Ling.

Between those hanging white flags, Bo Ling is alive and agile... This agility is even more intense because of the dead air in this courtyard.

Chen Yicong suddenly felt his eyes warm up.

On the stage, Bo Ling turned around, changed the tune, and changed another song.

She looked at the girl who was accompanying her nearby, and the two of them smiled at each other. The girl's piano sounded for a moment, and then they played the song of Bai Ling again.

"The wind and rain take away the night, the grass drips with dew, let's praise together, how beautiful life is...

Here it comes again... this strange, never-before-seen ballad.

Chen Yicong suddenly burst out laughing. If they were still friends today, then when he asked where the song was from, Bo Ling would probably still answer—this is our folk song by Qian Sang.

"My life and hope always go against each other. You and I are on both sides of the river, forever separated by a river..."

Chen Yicong slowly clenched his hands.

What he saw made him heave a sigh of relief, but a lot of resentment and loss arose out of nowhere—this was not what he expected.

Tonight... He obviously came here specially to save her.

For this reason, he imagined many scenes—maybe tears, helplessness, stubbornness, hesitation, or unforgiveness...

None of this matters.

In fact, Chen Yicong didn't care much about Bo Ling's willingness or unwillingness to accept his rescue.

Whether Bo Ling is willing to admit it or not is better—he will prove to her with practical actions that those unbearable pains and embarrassments that are difficult to break through...in fact, it was just a thought of him.

If she suffers enough here... she can turn back at any time.

He can ignore the past, as long as Bo Ling is willing to show the same sincerity.

But now, it seems that Bo Ling doesn't need any help at all, because she is still the same at all - she used to be like this in the Royal Garden, she was like this in the small courtyard, and now she is in Baihuaya... she is still like this.

Chen Yicong stood quietly outside the wall, frowning again - it was pointless to break into the door at this moment, it would only embarrass people.

The singing voice is still just as nice, but Chen Yicong has no intention of enjoying it anymore.He stood outside the wall for a while, then turned around quietly, and strode away.

Bai Ling's singing was gradually left behind by him, and the corners of Chen Yicong's mouth sank slightly.

If there's anything more unbearable than a broken heart, it's probably futility.

(End of this chapter)