Chapter 371 Life is like a play
Like Peking Opera.
The sound of singing opera was faint.
It seems to come from far away, yet it seems to be very close.
A hint of curiosity was aroused in Jiang Ciyou's heart.
She looked around.
Then I saw a bright light in the yard next door.
If you look closely, it looks like a stage.
The sound came from that side.
Jiang Ciyou seemed to have heard Bo Jinxiu say
The yard next door is Bo Wanhua's yard.
While having dinner today, Jiang Ciyou learned about it from the conversation between Bo Wanqiu and Bo Wanyun.
Bo Wanhua came back today, but she didn't show up.
Bo Wanyun also said that today is a big day for Bo Wanhua.
January 1st, New Year's Day.
What big day is it?
Jiang Ciyou felt curious.
She listened carefully.
I vaguely heard it was still Farewell My Concubine.
Jiang Ciyou's heart suddenly tightened.
The scene of Farewell My Concubine that Bo Wanhua took her to see on Angel Island emerged in her mind.
In the end, both actors on the stage committed suicide in a pool of blood.
Until now, it has been a psychological shadow for Jiang Ciyou.
This is how Bo Wanhua changed.
She groomed those actors and then used their families as threats.
Finally, let them sing a true "Farewell My Concubine" to themselves with their own lives.
Just because of the perverted obsession in her heart.
But it's been so long.
Jiang Ciyou has always regretted it.
If I had noticed the clues earlier.
If I had noticed something was wrong at that time.
Wouldn't those two people have to die?
He watched helplessly as two innocent lives perished in front of him.
Whenever Jiang Ciyou thought about it, his heart felt like it was being sharpened by a rusty, blunt knife every day.
And today.
Will the same scene happen again?
Jiang Ciyou's heart seemed to be suddenly suspended in the air.
She had to go and see.
Even though Bo Jinxiu said, don't go to Bo Wanhua's yard easily.
But human life is at stake, Jiang Ciyou can't care less.
She came down from the tree house.
She had no intention of entering through the main gate.
Just now, she had observed the terrain from a high place.
A route quickly appeared in her mind, and even the best escape route had already taken shape in her mind.
She had to go and take a look.
If it's like Angel Island, she will definitely stop it if necessary.
The courtyards of Bo Jinxiu and Bo Wanhua were separated by a wall.
The layout here is very similar to the ancient imperial palace.
High walls separate the independent courtyards.
Jiang Ciyou discovered a tall paulownia tree.
This sycamore tree grows in Bo Jinxiu's yard.
But the branches completely spread to Bo Wanhua's side.
Jiang Ciyou was agile and climbed up the tree in no time.
But it was winter.
The bare branches were no way to hide her figure.
Jiang Ciyou had no choice but to jump down from the tree.
It only took a few minutes.
Jiang Ciyou finally found the yard where the stage was set up.
This is a small courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests, rockery, trees, pavilions and terraces.
There is a stage in the middle of the yard.
The lights are bright.
There was only one person on the stage, wearing heavy makeup and the costume of Concubine Yu.
The costumes are gorgeous and exquisite, with a delicate phoenix crown and bright colors that look like a flame burning on the stage.
A few strands of hair were soaked and stuck to her cheeks.
Each of her gestures was almost exaggerated in force, as if she wanted to blend her soul into the play. Her voice was sometimes high-pitched, cutting through the air, and sometimes slanderous and tactful, revealing endless sorrow, like a cry of being teased by fate, struggling on the edge of love and despair.
The stage seemed to have become a chaotic world because of her, performing the most extreme joys and sorrows in the world.
Jiang Ciyou admitted that she was briefly attracted by the performance on stage.
She had never seen such a stunning performance.
She hid behind a rockery and watched in fascination.
The people on the stage seemed to have magical powers.
The cries of grief and tears, every word struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
She didn't know how long she stood behind the rockery and watched.
At the end of the performance, Yu Ji took out a sword.
The long sword was drawn out, and a sharp light flashed under the moonlight.
Jiang Ciyou suddenly came to his senses.
She wanted to go up and stop it.
Even though she knew that Bo Wanhua might be somewhere watching the scene on the stage, even though she knew that it might be dangerous for her to be exposed now.
But she couldn't bear to watch another life fall.
When Jiang Ciyou was about to go out.
But he was pulled by a force.
Jiang Ciyou turned around and took a look.
But what he saw was Shen Yibai.
But Jiang Ciyou didn't have time to be surprised at this moment.
Jiang Ciyou said in a cold voice: "Let me go, Yibai."
Shen Yibai still held Jiang Ciyou's wrist tightly: "Sister, you can't go there."
Jiang Ciyou said: "Let me go, I don't have time to explain to you now."
Shen Yibai said: “If you go up now, it will be dangerous.”
Jiang Ciyou was a little surprised.
Shen Yibai also knew that there would be danger?
Could it be that Shen Yibai already knew Bo Wanhua's character?
Do you know that she wastes human lives and treats living people as a joke?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ciyou felt inexplicably angry.
She backhanded and directly grabbed Shen Yibai's arm, squeezing him so that he couldn't move.
“Chen Yibai, no matter what, I want to save the people on the stage today. If you have any conscience, come with me.”
Having Shen Yibai here is actually a good thing.
No matter how cruel Bo Wanhua was, she would never harm her own son.
With Chen Yibai as a shield, Jiang Ciyou was confident that he could escape unscathed.
She was just about to pull Shen Yibai out.
Shen Yibai whispered, "The person on the stage is my mother. Every year on this day, she goes into a frenzy. If you go over there now, she will definitely hurt you."
Jiang Ciyou was suddenly stunned.
What?
The person singing on the stage at this moment is Bo Wanhua.
She turned her head and looked at the stage in disbelief.
Just now she was caught up in the tragic opera, and the women on the stage were wearing heavy makeup.
Now looking carefully, that person's figure and eyes do look like Bo Wanhua.
Jiang Ciyou was a little confused.
She never expected that Bo Wanhua would sing Farewell My Concubine herself.
Jiang Ciyou retreated behind the rockery.
I asked blankly, "Doesn't your mother hate actors the most?"
Shen Yibai looked at the voice on the stage and was thoughtful: "Her favorite is also the actor."
Jiang Ciyou didn't quite understand for a moment.
But it is understandable that Bo Wanhua often goes crazy and does some incredible things.
"Your Majesty has lost all your energy, how can I, your humble concubine, live?"
The performance on the stage has reached its climax.
Jiang Ciyou looked towards the stage and saw a long sword shining with cold light across Bo Wanhua's neck.
She could tell it wasn't a prop.
Instead, it was a sharp, cold iron sword that could kill with one blow.
With just a little force, the artery in the neck can be cut, and blood will gush out...
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