Chapter 390 A Clown's One-Man Show, the Old Man's Domineering Control
Su Wantang walked over and took his hand: "Jingyan, do you believe me?"
"certainly."
"Then let her act." Su Wantang leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.
After hearing this, Lu Jingyan's expression changed from gloomy to surprised, and finally to expectant with a mischievous smile.
Are you sure?
"I'm sure." Su Wantang blinked. "But I need your help."
"What kind of help?"
Su Wantang whispered a few more words in his ear.
After listening, Lu Jingyan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The next day, Su Wantang went to find Meng Wan.
"Mom, I want to learn something from you."
Meng Wan was grading students' homework in her study when she heard this and looked up: "What are they learning?"
“Kunqu Opera,” Su Wantang said, “especially the movements and singing style in ‘The Peony Pavilion’.”
Meng Wan put down her pen, somewhat surprised: "Why did you suddenly want to learn this?"
"I just think it's great," Su Wantang smiled. "Didn't you say that women should learn more skills?"
Meng Wan looked at her and after a while said, "Okay, then I'll teach you. But Kunqu Opera is not easy to learn, so you should be prepared."
"I'm not afraid."
For the next few days, Su Wantang went to see Meng Wan every afternoon.
Meng Wan taught her the posture step by step, and each movement had to be practiced hundreds of times.
"Your waist should be flexible, your hands should be gentle, and your eyes should follow your hands," Meng Wan said, standing beside her and correcting her posture.
Su Wantang gritted her teeth and persevered, her clothes soaked with sweat.
"Take a break," Meng Wan said, looking at her with a hint of heartache.
"No need, I can still practice." Su Wantang straightened up and readjusted her posture.
Meng Wan looked at her, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.
This child has a tenacious spirit.
The day before the performance, Lu Zhenguo summoned Lu Jingyan to his study.
Are you going to the performance tomorrow?
“Go.” Lu Jingyan stood ramrod straight.
Lu Zhenguo looked at him, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "That program featuring Shen Qing..."
“Dad, don’t worry,” Lu Jingyan interrupted him, “I will handle it.”
Lu Zhenguo nodded: "It's good that you know what's going on."
When Lu Jingyan returned to Courtyard No. 1, Su Wantang was trying on the cheongsam.
The begonia-colored silk clung to her body, outlining her shapely waist.
Lu Jingyan stood at the door and watched for a long time.
"Does it look good?" Su Wantang turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.
"It looks beautiful." Lu Jingyan walked over and hugged her from behind. "Wantang, are you really going tomorrow?"
"Of course," Su Wantang leaned against him. "If I don't go, how can I let her down?"
Lu Jingyan chuckled in her ear: "Then we'll just wait and see what happens."
The auditorium was packed with people on the night of the performance.
The military region's top leaders were all present. Old Master Lu sat in the front row, with Lu Zhenguo and Meng Wan sitting next to him.
Su Wantang walked in arm in arm with Lu Jingyan, and all eyes fell on her.
She was wearing that begonia-colored cheongsam today, her hair was styled in a bun, and she had a jade hairpin in her hair.
"Mrs. Lu, your seat is this way." The staff member led her to the first row.
Sure enough, the spot in the very center was directly facing the stage.
Su Wantang sat down, and Lu Jingyan sat down next to her.
People around were whispering.
"I heard there's going to be a good show today..."
"Chen Qing's program was clearly aimed at Madam Lu."
"This is getting interesting..."
Su Wantang leaned back in her chair, a faint smile on her face.
Backstage, Shen Qing peered out through the gap in the curtain.
She saw Su Wantang.
I saw that cheongsam, and I saw that smile.
"Still able to laugh?" Shen Qing sneered. "You'll be laughing soon enough."
The lights dimmed.
The host walked onto the stage, holding a microphone.
"Distinguished leaders and comrades, good evening. Tonight is our military region's cultural performance. The first program we will present to you is..."
He paused, then his voice suddenly rose in pitch.
“Red Rose in the Flames of War, performed by Shen Qing.”
Applause erupted.
The lights shone on the stage.
Shen Qing, wearing a blood-stained white coat, walked out from behind the curtain.
Music begins.
Her one-woman show has begun.
......
The lights shone on the stage.
Shen Qing walked out from behind the curtain, her white coat stained with dark red blood.
The music started playing, a sentimental tune that immediately told you what tear-jerking story was about to be told.
She started dancing.
The movements were large and forceful, with each turn accompanied by a gust of wind.
Someone in the audience whispered, "What kind of dance is that?"
"It seems to be a story about a female military doctor saving a general."
"oh……"
When Shen Qing reached the climax of the scene, she suddenly made a hugging gesture.
She is a person in the air; she is embracing the air.
Then she turned her head and looked straight at the first row of the audience.
She looked at Lu Jingyan.
That look in his eyes contained everything: sorrow, affection, and accusation.
Li Xiu'e, sitting behind Su Wantang, was so angry at the sight that she gritted her teeth.
"That crazy woman, she's shameless."
Commander Zhang's wife tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to keep her voice down.
On stage, Shen Qing made a gesture as if she were blocking a bullet.
She spread her arms and leaned back, her expression a mixture of pain and satisfaction.
The light cast a halo around her face, making her look like a martyr.
Several young soldiers in the audience had tears in their eyes.
"This woman is truly devoted and loyal."
"Yes, they risked their lives to save others."
The whispers reached Su Wantang's ears.
She sat there, her smile unchanged.
Lu Jingyan took her hand and gently squeezed it twice in his palm.
Su Wantang pinched him back to indicate that she was fine.
On stage, Shen Qing's solo performance continued.
She knelt on the ground, embracing the non-existent "general" with both hands, and made her dying confession.
The mouth shape matches the mouth shape, saying: "I love you".
Then she slowly collapsed, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
The lights dimmed.
Applause broke out, sparse but still a sign of respect.
Shen Qing stood up, walked to the front of the stage, and bowed.
She looked up and glanced at the first row again.
This time, she was looking at Su Wantang.
His eyes held a defiant and smug look, as if to say: See? This is what my past with him was like.
Su Wantang smiled at her.
He smiled calmly and nonchalantly.
Shen Qing's smugness froze on her face.
The host walked onto the stage, microphone in hand: "Thank you, Comrade Shen Qing, for your wonderful performance. The next program is..."
Before he could finish speaking, Old Master Lu suddenly interrupted.
"Wait a moment."
The host was stunned, and everyone looked towards the first row.
The old man stood up, his voice not loud, but it could be heard clearly in every corner of the auditorium.
“I heard that my granddaughter-in-law has also prepared a performance to present to the soldiers of the entire military region.”
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
All eyes immediately turned to Su Wantang.
Su Wantang stood up and took off her cheongsam coat.
Inside was a simple and elegant theatrical costume with flowing sleeves, made of light blue silk embroidered with delicate bamboo patterns.
Her hair was tied up in a bun, with that jade hairpin inserted.
She turned to look at Lu Jingyan.
Lu Jingyan nodded at her, his eyes full of encouragement.
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