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Chapter 539 Have you seen it clearly?
Huarong Theater is only two streets away from Lee Kee Tailor.

Shi'an was in a hurry, took a shortcut and turned around, and arrived there not long after.

The ladies and wives who watched the play got out of the car one after another, all of them dressed up brilliantly.The maids followed into the arena carrying the stove and snacks.

They were all accompanied by people, and they were full of laughter.

In contrast, the young woman who came to the theater alone was naturally considered a "heterogeneous" in the eyes of everyone.

Being glanced at by them from time to time, Shi'an also ignored the trivial discussions behind her.

I bought two bags of my favorite snacks and fruits from a small roadside shop, and carried them heavily in my hands.

There is no place to eat, and the stomach is always full.

She hugged the full bag tightly and squeezed through a pile of women who were scented with various hair oils. She showed the theater ticket in front of the gatekeeper, and entered the venue with her chest up.

The theater garden is very spacious, divided into upper and lower floors.

There are surprisingly many audiences on the first floor, half of them are men and half of them are women.Scanning over, Mrs. Lin was not in sight.

Shi'an walked up the stairs slowly along the brightly lit side steps, taking a look at every box.

Going to the railing, I glanced at the semi-circular stage in the middle. It was full of colors, and it was so gorgeously arranged!
The picture scroll-like background, just the right lighting and color decorations, the luthiers and drummers playing music on both sides of the stage, etc., are already in place.

There are fewer seats in the main and side compartments than downstairs, and most of them are already full.

Some men with oily hair waved and whistled cheekily at her.

In normal times, Shi Anding would give each of these lechers a slap in the face.

In order to calm down and come to Mrs. Lin, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

After finally finding two empty seats with a better view, she was a little excited and quickened her pace to occupy one of them.

However, before the candy in his hand was put away, the familiar voice came from next to his ear:

"Miss He—"

The light in the box was shining on Mrs. Lin's dark blue dress.

Not only the clothes, but also the makeup and hair have been changed.

Only a pair of unchanging eyes stared at Shi'an with boundless sadness, so stared at her that she couldn't sit still, couldn't eat, so she simply stood up, pointed to the seat next to her and whispered:

"please sit down--"

"Tonight is "The Drunken Concubine" newly performed by Fu's class, and Yuguan is on stage."

"Oh, my mother and sister-in-laws like him very much."

Mrs. Lin made fun of it, and the guards standing behind couldn't help laughing when they heard Shi'an's words.

But they laughed, which made her even more nervous, not knowing what would happen next.He could only bite the bullet and sit next to Mrs. Lin, waiting for the show to start.

On the stage, the drums played in unison.

Yuguan has changed into beautifully embroidered costumes and stepped out to meet the audience.

The female audience shouted his name and burst into warm applause.

The male audience also did not give in to the women, throwing a lot of flowers and coins on the stage.

However, on the familiar stage, under the charming appearance of the popular young man in the capital, a heart hangs.

In this lively and almost crazy atmosphere, a dark shadow entered the seat in an inconspicuous corner of the audience.

An hour ago, Qin Feng arrived at the Huarong Theater.

The ticket inspector saw that the person who came had a gun in his hand, but he didn't dare to stop him, and let him in with his eyes closed.

He rushed to the dressing room, bumped into Yuguan who was resting with his eyes closed, exchanged a few greetings and got straight to the point:

"Can I have a seat?"

"Anything you want, except for the empty one in the middle of the first row, the rest will do."

"Why is that not available?"

"Leave it to the great benefactor of our theater troupe, the old troupe master told him."

Qin Feng was a little displeased, sitting at the front was not only for watching the show, but also for watching people.

Since the jade official disagreed, and he couldn't force it, he sat in the last row sullenly.

"The Drunken Concubine" is a good play, and Yu Guan recently created a new version of the book, and the audience responded enthusiastically.

Outside the theater, the north wind was still howling.

A young man galloped from the direction of the broken church on a horse.

The staff of Liji Tailor shop heard the sound of horseshoes and poked their heads out curiously.

Qilan wore a black cloak, put on the reins, and jumped off the horse.

It's a rush.

Li Yan stayed to recuperate from his injuries, Xueqiu was also hungry, and was busy eating the snacks made by Bai Zhi.

He couldn't afford to delay for a second, and asked old master Bai if he could borrow a horse.

After not seeing him for a few days, Bai Shu's attitude improved a lot. He changed his usual preoccupation and took the initiative to bring his mount for the first time.

At night, most of the customers in the shop had dispersed.

Boss Li walked downstairs slowly after dinner.

As soon as he saw a boy with a strange dress coming in, he leaned forward.

"Are you Miss He's friend?"

"Yes," Qilan looked around the store, "Where did Shi'an go?"

"I don't know, I left you a letter."

Boss Li handed over a piece of paper and gave him a meaningful look:
"Go find her now."

The so-called letter is just a piece of paper with a few numbers.

I promised to wait for him.It is impossible for Shi'an to miss the appointment for no reason.

Could it be that he met Mrs. Lin again? !

Although he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, Qilan got on his horse and went to the theater without saying a word.

It's already past the opening time on the ticket, and it's almost the end.

Ticket inspectors happily drinking and punching at the gate of the theater.

He simply waited outside.

The time for the song to end has finally come.

Mrs. Lin watched absently as Yuguan led a group of actors to thank the audience.

Shi'an has candy in her mouth, which tastes like chewing wax.

The two guards ate too much of the various snacks she shared, and went to the first floor to get tea when they were thirsty.

Taking advantage of the hard-won free time, Mrs. Lin quietly approached Shi'an's ear, and explained the plan in a few words.

The voice is very small and the speaking speed is too fast.

The poor girl was so nervous that a string almost broke, and she only remembered "Yihe Hotel" and "Hongjing Hall" in the end.

Seeing the two guards running along the stairs, they returned to their seats in the blink of an eye. Mrs. Lin got up in time and beckoned them to go together.

She wanted to ask and there was nowhere to ask, so she had to leave alone from the side compartment.

When Shi'an arrived downstairs, the stage was empty.A kind of loss, accompanied by sadness, silently wrapped around the tip of my heart.

A drop of tear ran down her smooth cheek and fell on the palm of her hand, shining like dewdrops on a lotus leaf in midsummer.

At the entrance of the theater, a person wearing a black cloak appeared in front of her, frightening her to froze in place.

"Don't be afraid, it's me," the young man pulled off his cloak, and extended his hand in a friendly manner: "It's getting late, I borrowed a horse, and I just happened to take you home."

"Qilan," Shi'an's eyes were full of tears, "I'm sorry, I missed the appointment."

"It's not a missed appointment," Qilan helped her onto the horse, "Mrs. Lin called you to come to the theater?"

"Yes, she told me a lot, but unfortunately I can't remember it. Maybe I can remember it after I sleep, and I will tell you tomorrow."

In the night, they rode their horses away gradually.

Qin Feng came out from the entrance of the theater, smoking a cigarette, standing next to Yuguan who had just finished removing his make-up.

"Did you see clearly?"

He exhaled a string of faint smoke, half a smile.

"Mr. Qin," Yu Guan widened his eyes that were as bright as autumn water in disbelief, "How could that person look so similar to me just now?"

(End of this chapter)