"Are you wronged you if you asked you to see my performance?"

In the backstage of the theater, Lu Qin, who had changed her clothes, spoke to Ling Xize, who was sitting next to her while putting on makeup while putting on her makeup in front of her.

"No."

Ling Xize lowered his head and played with his cell phone, with a faint expression. What he said did not match his expression.

Lu Qin paused her thrush and glanced at her side, "From entering the door until now, you haven't even laughed at me, and you still said no?"

When his eyelids were lifted, Ling Xize corrected: "I'm helping to lay flowers."

Many years ago, Lu Qin became interested in dramas, had been in contact with and studied, and had never performed on stage.

This is the first time.

Logically speaking, Ling's father would definitely come to support him, but he couldn't get rid of his own if he had something to do, so he could only "sacrifice" his only son who was locked down.

The flowers were also prepared by Ling’s father in advance, and Ling Xize was only responsible for delivering the flowers to the place.

After a while, Lu Qin put down the eyebrow pencil, leaned back slightly, and looked at him leisurely, "Son, the first time I went on stage, are you just asking for trouble for me?"

The "first time" that Lu Qin emphasized finally moved Ling Xize a little. Ling Xize hesitated for two seconds, intending to adjust his expression.

At this moment—

The phone vibrated twice and the screen suddenly lit up.

Lu Qin glanced at it, and had no time to see the notes, but was also shocked.

She looked at Ling Xize like she was looking at the Western landscape, "Ancestor?"

Ling Xize clicks on the WeChat dialog box.

【Ancestor】: Alas.

【Ancestor】: Are you still alive?

His notes to Si Sheng: Ancestor.

After scanning for two seconds, Ling Xize raised his eyelids and said to Lu Qin: "My ancestor needs a ticket."

Lu Qin showed off, "Give me a smile."

“…”

Ling Xize's eyes flashed.

Just when Lu Qin felt hopeless and planned to give her tickets directly, she suddenly saw her handsome and handsome son sitting upright, facing her, with the corners of her lips bent, showing a pleasant smile.

Lu Qin: "..." Hell.

*

Si Sheng finished sending the message.

Two minutes later, I got a reply.

【Ling Xize】:[Positioning]

[Ling Xize]: [Picture-QR Code]

[Ling Xize]: Be alive before seven o'clock.

Si Sheng was stunned by his reply and thought he was really unable to think about it.

As a result, I opened the positioning point and found that it was a theater.

Another check of the QR code is the ticket to a drama, and the opening time is 7 o'clock.

Si Sheng took a look at the time, at 6:10.

I searched again about the driving time from Shuiyunjian to the theater: forty minutes.

Si Sheng: "..."

It's good, then you'd better die first.

*

Knowing Ling Xize's arrogant attributes and the urgency of Yi Zhongzheng, Si Sheng had to go to the appointment. In order to hurry, Si Sheng took five minutes to clean up and then went out directly.

I rushed to hurry up, and when Si Sheng arrived at the theater, it was seven o'clock.

With a series of processes such as security checks and ticket collection, Si Sheng almost passed the time for prohibited entry when he arrived.

As soon as the drama started, the entire audience signal was blocked. The mobile phone could not be used and Ling Xize could not be contacted.

The seats inside were almost full. Looking around, it was full of people. Besides the performance stage, they were all dark. When you glance at them, everyone looked the same, covered with a layer of darkness, vaguely distinguishing the outline, and unable to tell who was who.

After entering the door, Si Sheng stood for two seconds and immediately found her seat based on the seat information on the ticket.

In the second row, the position in the center, she was left with the vacant seat.

She sat down in the empty seat, then turned her head slightly and looked at the man sitting on the right.

Covered in the faint light, the shadows were slim, the deep and tough lines on his face were much softer, and the edges and corners became soft. He sat idle, without looking sideways, and his dark pupils reflected broken light. He looked up at the performance stage, as if he had not noticed the movement next door.

“Hey.”

She spoke softly enough for Ling Xize to hear it.

“…”

What responded to her was Ling Xize's silence.

Si Sheng, who came with his purpose, frowned impatiently.

After pausing for a few seconds, she suddenly stretched out her right hand and poked Ling Xize's arm.

Now, Ling Xize finally moved. The moment he turned his head, he grabbed Si Sheng's hand that was about to retreat.

Si Sheng broke free a little, and he held it tightly, but did not break away.

The next second, Ling Xize suddenly turned sideways, leaned against her shoulder, lowered her head slightly, and put her short hair on her way, stirring it up with her messy hair.

However, even though he was almost together, Ling Xize still stared at the performance stage without looking at her.

He also lowered his voice, and fell down word by word on Si Sheng's ears, "Is it over the cold war?"

“…”

It's Si Sheng's turn to remain silent now.

For things that don't make sense, Si Sheng has always advocated violent resolution. However, she now needs Ling Xize to meet Yi Zhongzheng with all his limbs, and obviously cannot take this only way.

After a while, Si Sheng had to ask threateningly: "Are you finished?"

"Not finished."

"you……"

Si Sheng was so angry that he got up.

Ling Xize shamelessly cut off her words, "Don't you look for me again and again to end the Cold War?"

“…”

Si Sheng was stunned and suddenly became silent.

According to Ling Xize's logic...

He didn't know that Yi Zhong was about to find him, but she contacted him on WeChat one after another, which clearly meant to be soft and ease the relationship.

He didn't know it and couldn't beat him up.

He didn't know it and couldn't beat him up.

He didn't know it and couldn't beat him up.

Si Sheng gave himself a hint, suppressed his unhappiness, and gritted his teeth and said, "I have something to ask you for, and I'll talk about it after watching the drama."

"Can."

Ling Xize nodded in agreement.

Squinted his eyes, Si Sheng moved the hand he had held, gritted his teeth and reminded him: "Hand."

With his lips curled, Ling Xize didn't play rogue with her here, and let go of her hand.

Si Sheng pulled his hand back.

There was still his temperature residue on his skin, which was exposed to the air, making it cool. When she thought, she simply put her hands in her pocket.

When I saw Ling Xize again, I had adjusted my sitting posture and continued to watch the drama.

He looks like a gentleman, as if the shamelessness he just now does not exist.

Si Sheng sneered, raised his head slightly, and finally turned his attention to the stage.

In the past, Si Sheng often went to and from the theater to polish her acting skills, but no one dared to use her, so she could only learn and watch it off the stage. As a result, her acting skills have not improved much over the years, and she is very clear about the plots of major popular dramas.

This is a classic drama. Si Sheng has watched it many times and the plot is very familiar, so even if she watches it halfway, it will not delay her quickly entering the plot and acting as a qualified audience.

The whole drama was two hours.
To be continued...