Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 450 I'm waiting for someone.

Under the flickering lights, the girl's bright autumn eyes are like water waves. When she squints slightly, she looks like stars and a galaxy thousands of miles away.

At that moment, an indescribable feeling arose in Duan Chengye's heart.

Years later.

Even if he raises the same eyebrows with others, it is difficult to agree after all.

After Duan Chengye left, Yuan Zhou washed off the rouge and gouache on his face, bowed to Meng Sang in a gentle manner, and then sat down in front of her with a gentle smile: "That's Young Marshal Duan just now."

Before Meng Sang could say anything, Yuan Zhou smiled gracefully again: "Tomorrow is his little admission night, why is the groom official here to drink away his worries?"

It's just that it's just drinking to get rid of your worries, and your worries are even more worrying.

Meng Sang didn't answer him, the girl raised her eyebrows and said softly, "It's said that opera singers are cold, but according to my concubine, Mr. Yuan Zhou is also warm in the world of mortals."

Everyone in the world knows that actors are ruthless.

Behind that full face of makeup, how many Li Shang are hidden.

On the stage, I wish to smile for you, and the audience in Tsing Yi tears two lines.

After playing and singing, I will laugh and sigh that the wind and dust are easy to be desolate.

"In and out of the play, Yuan Zhou is just a Tsing Yi." Yuan Zhou shook his head with a smile, and said in a drawn-out voice with emotion: "Even I don't understand what kind of heart is under the makeup, in the world of mortals, on stage How much more calm do you need?"

Tsing Yi is ruthless, but she is used to watching the joys and sorrows of the world on stage.

But the world is more ruthless.

Appreciate my affection, but no one is distressed.

So his Tsing Yi ah, the years have been condensed into an instant, interpreted as his own ending.

Life is like a play, Tsing Yi weeps.

In and out of the play, even I can't tell the difference.

Finally, the curtain fell, leaving only a one-man show.

This deep and shallow memory only exists in the play.

Yuan Zhou looked at the shadows of the surrounding lights, and his tone suddenly became erratic: "Under my face covered with oil paint and gouache, I am just an actor, always shedding my own tears in other people's stories."

Everyone says that actors are ruthless.

After the curtain ended, the actors put on their make-up.

Sigh:
In fact, actors have feelings, but the world has never believed it.

"Why did you say that, Mister?" Meng Sang's soft voice was slightly drawn out, with a hint of ambiguous emotion: "My concubine believes in you."

After saying this, the girl stood up and said in a soft voice: "It's getting late, I'm going back to the mansion first, and I'll come to drink tea with my husband some other day."

Yuan Zhou narrowed his eyes behind him, and asked calmly and softly: "Ms. Meng is in her prime, has she ever thought about the important things in her life?"

Monsanton lived.

Standing there half sideways, the girl is slender and slender, standing there bathed in the light, she is very charming.

The girl turned her head slightly again, looking at the not-so-dark night outside, the faint lights above her head fell on her face, and her raised face suddenly became radiant.

She raised her head, and the smile on her lips suddenly became charming.

Meng Sang said lightly, "I'm waiting for someone."

Yes, she is waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone who will never speak, never take the initiative.

At dawn, the long street of Jiangling City was already covered with countless beaming red lanterns. Everyone knew that today was a very auspicious day for the fifth young lady of the Fu family and the eldest son of the Duan family to get married.

"Fifth girl, wake up quickly."

Zhu Xin shook Fu Linxue, it took Fu Linxue a long time to wake up from her sleep, and she saw behind Zhu Xin, Fu Yuejun in a red embroidered skirt standing there upright.

(End of this chapter)