Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1111 Jin Tingxiao is not dead!
In fact, as an actor, you shake your sleeves when you are sad, when you are happy, when you kneel, bow, and kowtow, when you frown, when you smile, when you look back, you say that actors are heartless, but people who are heartless are all because of heartlessness.

The heart has always been the heart of a spectator, but no one is a character in the play.

"From now on, you won't have to sing anymore." Fu Yueying sighed faintly. She is also a talented person, so she naturally felt pity for the talented Yuan Zhou.

Feeling her unfortunate status, she left her hometown and wandered, and became an actor.

After tonight, he will no longer have to appear on stage.

The man was playing with his water sleeves, his expression was very calm, and he murmured with a smile on his lips: "Maybe."

That was when Lush was young, he was sitting alone on the swing in the yard, wearing white clothes with black hair, hanging his hands like bright jade, watching the peonies bloom in the spring breeze, how many years have passed...

At that time, I really liked singing.

Looking for my past and present life among the fields, using words as needles and threads, embroidering the ups and downs and lingering of this life picture bit by bit, singing the old time with slow voices and sighs.

Later, he gradually faded away, and after the greenness faded, he became the whole of an actor, showing all the magnificence to others, but keeping the decadence for himself.

Actors, what they act in is a play, what they sing is a play, inside and outside the play, I can't tell which is real and which is fake, as long as I get on the stage, this life will start a big curtain, a one-man show is always lonely, there is someone Supporting scenes are always good.

Does it matter whether the ending is good or bad?
It's like love, to love once in a lifetime, even if you bury your heart, you are willing, because you once tried to please someone wholeheartedly.

At the end of the performance, it was another one-man show, the curtain fell, and the ground was covered with broken shells.

After the applause, he packed up the old mountains and rivers, and the youthful color he was greedy for was already in his hand, turning into a piece of old moss, infinitely green, so green that a tear would flow.

After that, the joys and sorrows of this world continued to be staged.

Later, everything in this world will be empty, and the actor's heart, after the heavy ink and color, is just a plain face, living a life of his own youthful years and fresh clothes and angry horses.

Love can be as sinful as it is beautiful, and actors can be as real as they are fake.

And to be able to shed my own tears in other people's stories, in fact, I have already entered the drama.

At this point, this life will also end.

Yuan Zhou turned around slowly, the opera singer from Zhilan Yushu smiled charmingly, and all living beings turned pale. That night, the elegant and long drama was lingering and spread far and far.

And at the moment Qianjiang headquarters.

Gu Qingmiao was sitting in the study room dealing with official business, when the piercing phone rang suddenly, she frowned, feeling a little flustered inexplicably, after connecting the phone, she relaxed after hearing the familiar voice from the other end tone.

"Brother, what's going on with you?"

Gu Qingmiao asked worriedly, and then happily reported the matter to the other side, with a faint smile on his lips: "Tonight is Jin Tingxiao's funeral, and we finally get rid of this serious worry. ..."

As she spoke, she didn't know what was said there, but the smile on the woman's face sank little by little, and finally, her face turned pale.

Gu Qingmiao heard clearly, Hiroshi Fujiwara said on the other end of the phone: Master Abe did not find Jin Tingxiao's soul, and the fate star that had already fallen suddenly shined brightly.

In other words, Jin Tingxiao is not dead!

(End of this chapter)