Senior Superstar

  Chapter 666 Want to be fair! (Three more, please subscribe for monthly pass!)

  Chapter Sixth and Fifth Seventh

on the stage.

  Amidst the slogans, Xiaolou went crazy.

  He threw the costumes of Peking opera into the fire, and finally he picked up the sword that was once given to him by the butterfly clothes, showed it to the crowd as if it were a treasure, and threw it into the fire.

  Juxian can't stand it anymore.

  Ignoring the obstacles of the young generals, he rushed into the meeting place, and picked out the sword of chastity in exchange for the butterfly clothes in the blazing fire.

Xiaolou was crazy, but Juxian was still awake.

  She knows how important this sword is to Dieyi, and she knows what it means to Dieyi if this sword is destroyed.

  In this one, she knows Yu Ji better than Overlord.

  In the chaos, Dieyi lowered her head.

  The last bit of light in his eyes disappeared.

   "You all lie to me."

   "All lie to me."

  The makeup on his face has been burnt by the fire, blackened by soot, and it looks distorted and ugly.

   "I also expose it!"

  He broke away from the hands of the teenagers on his shoulders, and sprang up like crazy.

  In everyone's surprised eyes, he walked to the fire.

  "I will expose, expose the beautiful purple, expose the ruined wall. Duan Duan Xiaolou, you are so conscientious, awkward, and completely covered in human skin! I beat you to this woman."

  He pointed his finger fiercely at Juxian who was holding the sword.

"I know it's over, everything is over! You are a villain now, and misfortune comes from the sky? No, no! It's us who walked into this field step by step, step by step! Retribution! It's not something anymore, but your King of Chu knelt down and begged for mercy. Can you not forget the Peking Opera?! Retribution, retribution, retribution!"

   "No poison is allowed!"

  A few teenagers rushed up and kicked him to the ground.

Dieyi, who was lying on the ground, slowly raised her head, and looked at the already stunned Juxian with bitterness.

   "It's her! Do you know who she is? Who is it?"

   "I don't know, right? She is the top prostitute, bitch, Pan Jinlian! Fight her, fight her!"

  In Die Yi’s complaint, several young generals detained the dumb Juxian.

   "Duan Xiaolou, is Juxian a prostitute?"

  They asked Xiaolou.

"Yes Yes"

"Do you love her?"

  Hearing this question, Juxian raised his head and looked at the small building.

   "Love or not?! Say!"

   "No love! No love! I draw a line with her, I will draw a line with her from now on!"

Juxian looked at the light in Xiaolou's eyes and dimmed.

  She stood on a tall building, surrounded by white clouds.

  The man is not here as expected.

  The crowd didn’t know when it started to disperse.

  On the empty square, beautiful costumes floated into the fire.

  Having shaved her hair and blood stains on her scalp, Juxian walked down the steps and walked to the ugly Dieyi who was kneeling on the ground.

  She threw the sword that she had been holding in her arms in front of Dieyi.

  Juxian left, she looked back at Dieyi when she walked down the steps.

  There is no resentment in her eyes.

  At this moment, she seemed to understand the person in front of her who had been entangled with herself and her husband for a long time.

After a short while, Xiaolou's screams resounded in the compound.

  He rushed out of the room like crazy, and fought with Dieyi who broke into the room with a sword.

  Behind the two of them, there was a straight figure.

  The figure wore a red wedding gown, hanging high from the beam of the room.

  On the chair under the beam of the room, a pair of red embroidered shoes is neatly placed on the board.

  On the table, there are two red candles falling down with tears, and the wedding photos of Juxian and Xiaolou—the moment in the photo, they laughed so happily.

  On the other side of the stage, watching Dieyi and Xiaolou fighting in the courtyard, Xiao Guzi opened a beautiful box.

  Looking at the whole set of diamond cheeks that Yuan Siye once gave Dieyi inside, he smiled contentedly.

   "I'm a grassy horse, don't stop me, where's my knife?"

   "Cine! Cine! Cine! Why, why is the person who died is Juxian? Why not let this **** who suffered a thousand swords to die!"

   "Laughing at you is paralyzed! Laughing at you is paralyzed! I want him to cry, I don't want him to laugh, I want him to cry, cry!"

   "My fucking, I didn't shed tears during the whole process. These two scenes made my crying brain hurt. What the **** is this, what is it?! Gu Mingkun, Gu Mingkun, my grandma!"

brush!

  In the barrage, a barrage of greetings to Gu Mingkun floated into a piece.

  On the stage, the story of "Farewell My Concubine" has officially ended.

  In the first act, in the gym eleven years later.

  Die Yi and Xiaolou, who have come together again in this life, are rehearsing that "Farewell Ji".

  In the empty gymnasium, "Farewell" has reached the last stage where Yu Ji slays herself.

  Overlord and Yu Ji are fighting for the sword.

  "The king will soon bestow the sword on his concubine."

   "Concubine, no, no, you can't find this short sight."

  "Great King, give the sword to the concubine quickly."

   "Nothing"

  The Overlord who was holding the work frame suddenly covered his waist, panted and waved his hands, and smiled at Yu Ji.

   "It's not working, it's not working. Oh, I'm getting old. I won't follow it anymore."

  Looking at the appearance of his brother panting, Dieyi, who had closed his work frame, smiled.

  Looking at the Dieyi, who didn't seem to have changed much, Xiaolou was stunned.

  His gaze seems to have gone back decades.

  "The little nun is twenty-eight years old!"

  Suddenly he read the play words in "Si Fan".

   "True, Master Youth Cup has cut off his hair."

   also seemed to have returned to the boy's Dieyi, with tears in his eyes, and continued.

   "I am a boy man."

   "It's not Female Jiao'e."

"wrong!"

   Listening to Dieyi entering her pit, Xiaolou stretched out her finger and nodded, "Wrong again!"

  Dieyi was stunned.

  His blurred eyes suddenly came to his senses.

   murmured, he repeated the drama.

   Wrong words of drama-he memorized the words of drama that he missed countless times when he was young.

   "I am a man, not a girl Jiao'e."

   "Ah" with tears in his eyes, he smiled.

   "Come on, brother, let's come again."

  The "Farewell" that was sung unfinishedly continued.

  "Great King, give the sword to the concubine."

   "Never."

   "Majesty, Han's soldiers, he has come in."

"where is it?"

  Overlord heard the words and looked around.

   Yu Ji burst into tears and looked at the Overlord for the last time.

  It's a real overlord or a fake overlord.

  I always made myself the overlord of Yu Ji for most of his life.

  He smiled.

  He is sober, he is relieved, he is free.

  Zheng!

Die Yi suddenly pulled out the sword from Xiaolou's waist.

  A cold light illuminates the gymnasium.

   A muffled sound resounded through the gymnasium.

  Duan Xiaolou turned his head blankly, looked at Dieyi who fell on the ground, and opened his eyes wide.

   "Die Yi!"

  "Little Beans"

  As he called out like a soul, the curtain slowly fell.

  The story in "Farewell My Concubine" is over.

  But the off-screen story has just reached its climax!

  As the curtain fell tight, Li Shixin, leaning on the stage, slowly supported his body.

  In the strange silence of the audience, he tore off the top of his head and lifted the curtain.

  Looking at the frantic surging, cursing, inquiring, and caring netizens, he bowed deeply.

   "Everyone, I'm sorry. In this scene, there are private goods, it is not that simple."

   "You may have noticed that every major character in the play has completed the closed loop of fate with various endings during the development of the plot. There is only one person who did not indicate the ending in the play."

"This character is Xiao Guzi, that is, Gu Mingkun. In the play, he deceived his master and destroyed his ancestor, and personally ruined his master Dieyi. But outside the play, the former member of the Hongqi Repertory Troupe, my senior, is also the one in the present. Gu Mingkun, the initiator of the Drama Awards, did the same evil in the play more than 40 years ago!

  "He framed my mentor, Mr. Sun Zhongjing, and seized Mr. Sun’s writings as his own. The design frame made me suffer persecution."

   "Today on this stage, in front of the national audience. I want to ask for justice!"

   Bowed to the live camera again, Li Shixin pushed open the door of the live broadcast hall.

   Seeing Li Shixin dressed as Yu Ji, Zhao Jinzhi put down the folded legs and got up from the chair.

   "Gu Mingkun is here, in the Variety Hall."

   nodded to Zhao Jinzhi, Li Shixin carried the sword and walked straight to the auditorium.

  Behind him, seven godsons, An Xiaoxiao, Sun Luoluo, a group of old fans, Zhao Jinzhi and all the actors who participated in the performance of "Farewell My Concubine" slowly followed.

  　PS: Don’t worry, today this paragraph will be finished anyway.

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