Chapter 87 Chapter 087

"You know I love to listen to opera..." They asked and answered, pushing and blocking, speaking faster and faster, finally Mingyue lowered her head, sighed softly, raised her head again, and said bravely: "I will find a master to learn opera. I'll sing it to you tomorrow!" He laughed and looked at Mingyue with bright eyes: "Girl, what are you going to do? You must want me to go back?" He shook his head and plucked the hair next to her ear, "Let's be good each other, who wants to do what Just do whatever you want, don’t tie anyone up, don’t make things difficult for anyone. If you want to stay here and listen to the show with me, just sit on the chair next to me. If you’re not interested at all, just leave. You didn’t like it when you were young. You don't need to learn this shit for me. You can't learn it. You can't please people at all. You don't have this talent. I understand..."

"Understood." She nodded, fully understood, and sincerely convinced, "I will not learn to sing Pingju. I will wait for you to come back from Laba." After speaking, he put down his hand, stood up, left the private seat and walked out. He didn't look back, didn't go to the theater, just sat on the chair for a long time without moving.He didn't give her a glance, but he seemed to be able to see her back: the half-length hair was slightly buttoned inward, narrow shoulders, wearing a camel coat with a green plaid cotton cheongsam inside, she always walked a little strangely, If you look carefully, the right side of your body is heavier than the left side, probably because your legs are unusually long. You can sprain your feet when you walk in flat shoes, and you can fall over curbs.She has an exquisite appearance, but her brain and legs are actually stupid, so she still goes to study Pingju?He held the corner of his mouth and sneered.

The drama on the stage is reaching its core, the young couple are very sweet and affectionate.I don't know if it was the music shaking or the footsteps of the guests going up and down the stairs were too heavy. The floor under his feet moved slightly at this moment. , grinning in pain. "Where did you fall?!" He stepped over and put one hand around her back to help her up. She only cared about enduring the pain, and said "hmm" but didn't answer. Seeing that her right leg did not dare to bend, he reached out to touch her ankle: it was already swollen and stiff.She wanted to touch again, but she pushed her hand away.

He thought she was in pain and refused to let her touch her, coaxing her and said, "Let me see if there are any broken bones." When her hand touched her ankle, she pushed it away again. "Let me take it easy, okay?" Put it together again, and pushed it away again. The strength is not strong, just don't allow to touch, back and forth three or four times, Xianyuan understood: This is a competition, and it is still a competition to fall like this.He was in a hurry, and growled: "Are you looking for a beating?!" All his attention was on that leg and ankle before, and he turned around and roared before looking at her face. On the chin and on the clothes on the chest, the tears continued to flow silently, and the eyes were full of grievances and fears, but they just kept silent.For a moment, he only felt that an old heart was squeezed into a ball and then pressed hard against the broken glass. One hand holding her was clenched into a fist, and the other hand was firmly clasped on her chin. Words squeezed out between the teeth: "I owe you! Ah? I owe you!"

He immediately picked her up and put one elbow on her calf, and rushed downstairs to the outside of the theater.The driver drove the car over, and he carefully put her in the back seat. Just as he was about to get in, he suddenly remembered something and stopped in his tracks: "Wait for me for a while."