Chapter 371 Life is a drama

Like Peking Opera.

The sound of the opera was faint and vague.

It seems to come from far away, yet it seems to be very close.

Jiang Ciyou felt a little curious.

She looked around.

Then I saw a brightly lit area in the yard next door.

If you look closely, it looks like a stage.

That's where the sound came from.

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 became curious.

She listened carefully.

I vaguely heard it was still Farewell My Concubine.

Jiang Ci's worried heart was suddenly pulled up.

The scene of Farewell My Concubine that Bo Wanhua took her to see on Angel Island came to 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.

That's how Bo Wanhua changed.

She groomed those actors and then used their families as threats.

Finally, let them use their own lives to sing a true "Farewell My Concubine" to themselves.

Just because of the perverted obsession in her heart.

But it's been such a long time.

Jiang Ciyou has always regretted it.

If I had seen the clues earlier.

If I had noticed something was wrong at that time.

Would those two people not have to die?

He watched helplessly as two innocent lives perished in front of him.

Whenever Jiang Ciyou thought about it, he felt as if his heart was being sharpened by a rusty blunt knife.

And today.

Will the original scene happen again?

Jiang Ci's worried heart seemed to be suddenly lifted up.

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 so much.

She came down from the tree house.

She had no intention of entering through the front door.

Just now, she had observed the terrain from a high place.

A route quickly emerged in her mind, and even the best escape route had already taken shape in her mind.

She had to go and see it.

If it were still like Angel Island, she would definitely stop it if necessary.

The courtyards of Bo Jinxiu and Bo Wanhua were separated by a wall.

The layout here is very much like an ancient imperial palace.

There are many high walls, separating each independent courtyard.

Jiang Ciyou discovered a tall paulownia tree.

This sycamore tree grows in Bo Jinxiu's yard.

But the branches completely spread to Bo Wanhua.

Jiang Ciyou was very strong and climbed up the tree in no time.

But it was winter.

The bare branches did nothing to hide her figure.

Jiang Ciyou had no choice but to jump down from the tree.

It only takes a few minutes.

Jiang Ciyou finally found the yard with the stage.

This is a small courtyard with bamboo forests everywhere, as well as 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 wearing Concubine Yu's costume.

The costumes are gorgeous and exquisite, with delicate phoenix crowns, and the bright colors are like a ball of fire burning on the stage.

A few strands of hair were soaked through and stuck to her cheeks.

Each of her gestures was almost exaggerated in its force, as if she wanted to blend her own soul into this 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 mess because of her, playing out the most extreme joys and sorrows in the world.

Jiang Ciyou admitted that she was briefly attracted by the performance on the 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 sorrowful cries and the tearful words 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, shining sharply 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 what was happening on the stage, even though she knew that it might be dangerous if she were exposed now.

But she could no longer watch another life perish.

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 couldn't afford to be surprised at the 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 Ci said anxiously: "Let me go. I don't have time to explain to you now."

Shen Yibai said: "It will be dangerous if you go up now."

Jiang Ciyou was a little surprised.

Shen Yibai also knew there would be danger?

Could it be that Shen Yibai already knew Bo Wanhua's character?

Do you know that she was killing people and treating living people as a joke?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ciyou felt inexplicably angry.

She turned her hand and grabbed Shen Yibai's arm, squeezing him so hard that he couldn't move.

"Shen Yibai, no matter what, I want to save the people on the stage today. If you have any conscience, come with me."

It’s a good thing to have Shen Yibai around.

No matter how crazy Bo Wanhua was, she would never harm her own son.

With Shen Yibai as a shield, Jiang Ci 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 will go crazy. If you go over to her 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 towards the stage in disbelief.

Just now she was caught up in a tragic drama, and the women on the stage were heavily made up.

Now looking closely, that person's figure and eyes do resemble Bo Wanhua.

Jiang Ciyou was a little confused.

She never expected that Bo Wanhua would sing Farewell My Concubine herself.

Jiang Ci retreated back behind the rockery in worry.

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 actors."

Jiang Ci was confused for a moment.

However, it is understandable that Bo Wanhua often goes crazy and does some incredible things.

"Your Majesty, your anger has run out. How can I, a lowly 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 see that it was not a prop.

Instead, it was a sharp, deadly iron long sword.

With just a little force, the artery in the neck can be cut, and blood will gush out...