So beautiful

Xibao didn't like Mei Zilan talking about him like this.

He didn't even know how dazzling he was and how many people he saved.

Nowadays, it has become a daily routine for many people to stand at the door of the theater every day, waiting to hear Mei Wanqing sing. How could he be an ominous person?

"Don't think like that, it has nothing to do with you and it's not your fault."

Xibao wanted to persuade Mei Zilan.

"But what mistake did you make to spend yourself like this?" Mei Zilan asked back.

"I," Xibao retracted his head and said thoughtfully, "I made a mistake, a big mistake. I killed Shen Liangjun and indirectly killed my master."

"The person who killed Shen Liangjun was Yu Wenliang. It was the society, not you, that made Boss Liu die with hatred." Mei Zilan continued to persuade.

"No, you don't understand."

Xibao shook her head repeatedly. She had many difficulties that she could not express to others, so she could only keep them in her heart.

"How could I not understand?"

As Mei Zilan said this, she winked at Wen Zhongjun and motioned for him to take the people further away.

Although Wen Zhongjun was a little worried about Xibao not telling him something, he had no choice but to lead Xiaoya and Rongque and retreat silently.

Mei Zilan then reached out to grab Xibao's shoulders, looked into her eyes and said: "Even if you are wrong, you are not guilty of this. While you still have a chance, you should change your past and make up for your shortcomings, instead of this."

You give up on yourself and let the person who really made the mistake go free.

You are a smart person, you should understand this."

Of course Xibao understood what Mei Zilan meant. She couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart. She felt that she had lost the qualification for revenge. Because she knew someone was taking action, she automatically counted herself among the people who deserved to die.

Seeing that Xibao's expression relaxed a little, Mei Zilan took advantage of the victory and took out a few letters from his coat pocket and handed them to Xibao.

"You said that I am the salvation of many people, and that is true. But have you ever thought about how many theater fans are looking forward to your return every day? These letters are from Mr. Yi and Reporter Liu when they learned that I was coming.

Fengtian, I specifically asked me to pass it on to you.

After learning about your experience, Mr. Yi, reporter Liu and many people in the cultural circle united to support you, which put a lot of pressure on Yuwen Shike.

They wrote this letter just to tell you that you are not fighting alone, you have their support, and I hope you will not continue to be depressed, but you must be strong, so that you can in turn become their strength."

Xibao received the letter, mourned greatly, and finally woke up.

She has made many mistakes and cannot make more.

After finally coming to this world, I must accomplish at least one thing, so that my trip will not be in vain.

Now I can only continue to sing well so as not to let down more people.

After thinking about this matter, Xibao suddenly had the energy to care about Mei Zilan.

"Does Mr. Feng have any problem with you suddenly coming to my place for so many days?"

Mei Zilan chuckled: "Including the time on the road, I have been out for four or five days, and you just want to ask now?"

Xibao looked a little embarrassed and hurriedly called out: "Rongque, Xiaoya, go out to buy groceries, I want to greet the guests."

During the Chinese New Year, where can I buy good food? In the end, Wen Zhongjun had no choice but to go to his usual restaurant and order takeout to eat.

It's not possible to directly invite Mei Zilan to a restaurant to eat. The place has been booked two months in advance, so she can only cook it at home.

Mei Zilan came to see Xibao while the box was being sealed and she had two days to spare.

Originally, he told Feng Er that he would go back and perform on stage in the first grade of junior high school. Now it is already the second grade of junior high school and he has not seen anyone yet.

When we talked about this at the dinner table, he bluntly said that it was a big loss.

I didn’t go on stage in the first year of junior high school, so I didn’t get any good luck.

Xibao felt guilty for a while, "Why don't you go back as soon as the train passes? Maybe there is a theater willing to give you a lottery ticket?"

Mei Zilan laughed at her.

"Why go to all this trouble? Just wait. In less than half a day, Mr. Feng will come over with his troupe."

"Come here to kill him?" Xibao was startled.

"Well," Mei Zilan put down the bowl and chopsticks and solemnly announced, "Actually, someone in Fengtian invited me to come over to sing in an opera. I signed a six-month contract before coming to your place."

"Are you coming to Fengtian to sing?"

Xibao was even more surprised, and even Wen Zhongjun and the two little maids were also surprised.

Anyone who sings well in Beijing will want to come out unless they want to go to Shanghai to make quick money?

With Mei Zilan's current fame, almost no one in the Dan industry can match her, regardless of male or female.

He can live better than anyone else in Beijing, so why come to Fengtian to start over?

"Um."

Mei Zilan smiled calmly, "I'm tired of staying in Beijing for a long time. It's helpful for me to come out for some fresh air and learn some new plays."

This is true.

It was only after Xibao came to Fengtian that he made the play "Luo Zhang Kneeling Tower" a hit again. Occasionally changing places to live, absorbing some characteristics of local opera and integrating them into Peking Opera are the foundation for the development of Peking Opera.

Xibao thought like this, and suddenly smiled and said, "But I'm a little disappointed."

As she spoke, she looked at Mei Zilan and suddenly said seriously: "I thought you were here just for me."

Mei Zilan's expression froze, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Wen Zhongjun and the two maids were very understanding, and silently put away the bowls and chopsticks and got off the table.

"If that's what you want, then so be it."

Xibao raised her eyebrows, as if she had never looked at Mei Zilan's face so seriously.

There is only a chair distance between the two of them. If you listen carefully, you can even hear each other's breathing clearly.

Only then did she realize that Mei Zilan had grown so good-looking without even realizing it.

She still remembered that when they first met, Mei Zilan was just a tolerable little boy.

There are always endless stories on a face, but it always gives people a feeling of inferiority and timidity, which can easily make people feel protective.

Today, Mei Zilan still has endless stories on her face, but she no longer feels inferior or timid.

He hid these emotions very well and turned them into an admirable restraint and reserve.

When he is not singing, he often wears a white shirt. If it is cold, he will add a coat. When eating, he will roll up his cuffs to reveal his healthy forearms with distinct blood vessels.

He loves to be clean more than most people, so clean that every piece of his skin is cold white, exuding a faint violet fragrance.

As Xibao looked at it, his cheeks felt hot inadvertently.

She quickly looked away and said, "Tsk, your answer is really perfunctory."

Xibao said and quickly took a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. He seemed to be concentrating on eating again, but Mei Zilan suddenly asked: "Aren't you curious which theater I signed up for?"

Xibao was still thinking about how she blushed just now, and thought that she must be crazy to want to attack her brother, so she casually asked: "Which family can't be my family?"

Mei Zilan stopped talking.

Xibao was stunned: "Is it really the Peace Theater?"
Chapter completed!