Rebirth of the entertainment industry and the return of the queen

Chapter 172 Mourning

Xia Ling raised the back of her hand to wipe her tears, remembering that she was still on the stage.

This look is probably awkward and ugly, with so many audience members, no one applauds.She sniffed, stood up staggeringly, and laughed at herself: Xia Ling, look at you, how did you make yourself look like this after taking off the skin that Pei Ziheng held and cared for?
After finally standing still, she heard bursts of crying.

Strange, hasn't she stopped crying?Subconsciously, she touched her face again, it was a little swollen from crying, and there was a slight tingling pain, but she really didn't cry anymore... Looking forward, she saw a lot of people in the auditorium crying, crying so much The devotion is so ugly, it is worse than her just now.

Xia Ling only felt helpless and bewildered.

The hostess came forward, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had cried before: "Xiaoling, you really..." She paused for a while, swallowing back her crying, "You really sing so well, so many people I was so moved that I cried, even I cried. This is the most touching live performance I have ever heard since I became a host, can you tell us how you interpret this song?"

Xia Ling was still in a trance, but her many years of performance experience allowed her to respond without thinking: "Singing is done with heart."

The hostess was obviously very satisfied with the answer. She sent out compliments and asked her many questions, such as when did she start liking Xia Ling, what influence did Xia Ling have on her music style, and what plans she has for the future, etc. ...

Xia Ling was absent-minded, answering one by one, the past was still churning in her mind, and in the end, she didn't even remember what questions the hostess asked.I don't know how long it took, but the hostess finally let her go and sent her away amidst warm applause.

Xia Ling walked towards the backstage with one foot deep and one foot shallow. When she went down the stairs, she almost fell and was supported by someone.

"Xiaoling, be careful." It was Wei Shaoyin's voice, which sounded so far away, "Why are you still crying?"

Xia Ling wanted to say that she wasn't crying, the tears had stopped just now, and then she felt something stuffed in her hand, and looked down, it was the silk handkerchief that Wei Shaoyin adorned the pocket of her suit.

"Crap, it's so ugly, it's a joke for the Emperor's people to see." He said.

She mechanically took the silk handkerchief to wipe her eyes, only to find that tears welled up again at some point, her hands couldn't stop shaking again, she paused, covered her face with the silk handkerchief, and let the tears flow uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay," Wei Shaoyin was at a loss, "How old is he, why are you still crying like a child?"

She simply fell on top of him and wailed.

"Xiao Ling, you..." He was incoherent in a hurry, "Don't be like this, people will think I'm bullying you... No, no, you're so dirty, I have a cleanliness habit, let me go!"

She ignored him and cried even harder.Ah Wei didn't know what kind of life she had been through, and didn't know that during the long years of being imprisoned by Pei Ziheng, she didn't even dare to cry properly, so much so that she had already forgotten how to cry.

Ah Wei will never know how deep her grief is.

Wei Shaoyin stopped persuading her, wrapped her arms around her body stiffly, and patted her on the back lightly, as if coaxing a child.After an unknown amount of time, Xia Ling cried until she lost her last bit of strength, sobbing and choking back her voice.

"Ancestor, are you finally healed?" Wei Shaoyin felt relieved, and didn't even ask why she was crying, "Can you still walk?"

Xia Ling nodded.

He said: "Come on, follow me back to the dressing room, it's not too shameful to cry like this in the corridor."

It was only then that she realized that the people coming and going around were secretly looking at her with strange eyes, with gossip on their faces.She wiped her face with the silk handkerchief in her hand, and followed Wei Shaoyin to the dressing room. "By the way, how did you find it?" Her voice was hoarse, and her vocal cords ached a little when she spoke, "Shouldn't you be resting in the dressing room?"

"You cried like that when you sang Butterfly in a Cage. I'm worried. Come and have a look." Wei Shaoyin took off her coat with a look of disgust as she walked, "You ruined the latest suits."

She thought of his obsession with cleanliness, looked at the large patches of tears and snot on the coat, and laughed bitterly.

Wei Shaoyin glared at her angrily, but the originally worried eyes softened.

Back to the dressing room.

The moment the door was pushed open, everyone turned their heads to look at Xia Ling in unison, with all kinds of eyes, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were jealous, some were curious, some were disdainful... Only Luo Luo rushed forward without any distractions: "Xiao Ling, you sing really well, it's like Xia Ling is resurrected!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" She scolded in a low voice, in a very bad tone.The truth that Luo Luo inadvertently told made her shudder. She looked around subconsciously, and saw that the expressions of those people were as usual.

only……

When he caught a glimpse of a person inadvertently, he suddenly became nervous.

Feng Kun.

He leaned against a corner of the dressing room, drinking a glass of water quietly, his eyes fell on her, with a thoughtful expression.He was as calm and reticent as ever, wearing that black formal suit, like an unobtrusive aristocratic gentleman.Only she knew how sharp he was and how terrifying his judgment was.

Xia Ling wasn't sure if he saw something. At this moment, even if he opened his mouth and called out her real name, even she wouldn't be too surprised.He is too familiar with her, even more familiar with her singing style and every detail twist than Pei Ziheng, working together for ten years, legendary group, he might be able to hear which song she is singing when he closes his eyes.

Xia Ling didn't know how much she was exposed when she sang "Butterfly in a Cage" just now. There was a broadcast screen in the dressing room, and looking at Feng Kun's appearance, she should have watched the whole process.She couldn't help being terrified, thinking about it carefully, the butterfly in the cage sung this time should be very different from the one when she committed suicide - after all, the experience and mood have changed a lot, shouldn't it be as dire as before?
Xia Ling thought without much confidence.

Moreover, the matter of reincarnation and rebirth is too unimaginable.

Changed appearance, changed voice, I hope he won't go there, don't recognize her.

Although, how much she wanted to go to him and tell him that she was all right.

Xia Ling glanced at him with some nostalgia, but felt that she shouldn't show that gaze, so she looked away guiltily.Luo Luo was still chirping in his ear, like a happy bird.She looked down at the child: "Lolo, I'm tired."

Luo Luo was startled, and then realized: "Ah, yes, I just sang so hard, I should take a good rest. I won't bother you anymore, I will come to you after you have rested." Said, bouncing Return to the Emperor's area.

Wei Shaoyin also bid farewell to her, and hurriedly went to change the clothes that were wet by her crying.

Xia Ling walked to her seat and sat down, dazed.Looking at myself in the mirror, the messy face is so ugly, how can it have half the beauty of the previous life?But even so, why did Pei Ziheng still pursue her, and why did he have to find so many substitutes even by all means?Pei Ziheng... Do you know that she is very sad?

(End of this chapter)