It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The song of "Mandarin Duck" ended but the audience remained.

Everyone performing on stage went from being reserved at first to being open later, and they adapted the lyrics, just like they had done long ago.

The members of Jinlemen always gather on the stage and sing freely according to their hearts.

Sing what you think and what you want in your heart.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the final sentence: "Live well."

If Yang Nanqing felt a little unsteady on his feet, there would always be someone to help him.

People listened to his last words with tears in their eyes.

They watched Yang Nanqing bow deeply to the audience, and just as they were about to applaud.

Applause had already been heard from afar.

Xiao Huai walked slowly forward. There were injuries hidden under his black shirt, but he endured them all and wiped away the blood on his face one by one.

He clapped and walked towards the stage.

"Jin Lemen has written a play for you. How about watching it?"

He remembered the family rules that Butler Yang had mentioned.

So he knew that Yang Nanqing would not be in the Yang Mansion 24 hours a day.

Yang Nanqing seemed to have entered a state of being about to disappear.

The Yang family rules stated, "After midnight, do not move around. The young lady does not like noise, and your excessive movement will disturb her rest."

The reason why Butler Yang put all the players into a deep sleep is because Yang Nanqing will only appear at a certain time.

Yang Nanqing would appear at 11 o'clock every night, and after the performance, he would probably disappear.

However, Yang Nanqing is now called Miss Yang.

It cannot be called him.

What Xiao Huai has to do is to straighten out the distorted reality.

Xiao Huai came to the stage and personally restored his sight.

Yang Nanqing had already merged with the source of the world's curse, and the entire bottle of vision-restoring spray was used up.

His eyes could only barely see light and human figures, and his pupils gradually changed from completely white to light blue.

Huo Dieyi's voice choked, "Xiao Huai, are we going to start the performance?"

Xiao Huai nodded and helped Yang Nanqing to the audience seats.

Yang Nanqing raised his head and looked at Xiao Huai, tilting his head gently and elegantly: "Your name is Xiao Huai?"

Xiao Huai responded softly.

Yang Nanqing had a gentle smile on his face, and said in a voice that only he could hear:

"There seems to be something particularly bright about you."

Xiao Huai's arrival peeled off the thick fog, brought friends, and awakened all kinds of forgotten memories.

He is shining.

It is also the object of preference of all light.

Xiao Huai lowered his eyes and looked at him for a long time before turning around and walking onto the stage.

Lu Yuanshi walked towards him step by step. The moonlight took shape in that instant, reflecting his outline, his eyelashes, and the smile on his brow.

Step by step, embodying the soul of the character.

On stage, they will be a couple in love.

They will perform the story of Huo Lanxu and Yang Nanqing.

But all the endings on the stage can be changed.

Xiao Huai was wearing a female role costume. He turned his face to the side, the wind blew gently across his face, and there was a light and carefree smile on his face, which was elusive.

He started with an operatic voice, bringing everyone back to the glorious era of Yang Nanqing.

He had a bright smile and his eyes were full of the desire for freedom.

The actors on the stage began to perform Yang Nanqing's past, and each person was almost playing himself.

When Lu Yuanshi appeared, Xiao Huai whispered:

"Lan Xu, I miss you so much."

Xiao Huai's eyes were very deep. Just by looking at him, everyone couldn't help but be drawn into Xiao Huai's emotions.

Putting myself in Yang Nanqing's shoes, I narrate—

我 很想 你.

It seems like I have been thinking about it for a lifetime.

Every word he said broke through the shackles of darkness, with a determination and yearning to go all out.

我 很想 你.

I don't just miss you.

I have always loved you too.

Lu Yuanshi hugged Xiao Huai, embracing his beloved with the soul of the character.

But I could vaguely feel from the character that the power of love was slowly growing in my heart.

"I miss you too."

That is the power of dead trees coming back to life in spring, and the turning point from the cold winter to the spring breeze.

The emotions overflowing from lips and teeth are filled with endless lingering nostalgia and reluctance.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but immerse themselves in the emotion of their reunion, but they knew that the story of the play was not over yet.

They conceived the future.

In this era, it is impossible for them to be accepted by the public.

But in the future, their love will be recognized and blessed by everyone.

That is the future, a future full of beautiful aspirations.

Love is love, regardless of gender.

Pure and clean.

Yang Nanqing in the audience was stunned. He opened his eyes wide, and his vision became clearer because of the tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

"It seems we are still late and missed your performance." Zhong Jiangyuan walked over from a distance, panting.

Following him was another old acquaintance.

Hanako.

She skipped and danced with a bunch of red roses in her arms and gave them to Xiao Huai on the stage. After giving them to him, she couldn't help but give Xiao Huai a big hug.

"Hanako is imagining big brother's performance! Big brother is so good-looking!"

You Lin poked his head out from behind Zhong Jiangyuan, feeling a little embarrassed. "I came out early and watched the performance just now. It was...very impressive."

Xiao Huai squatted down and whispered something to Huazi. Huazi immediately smiled even more happily and came to Yang Nanqing.

"Freedom and unrestrainedness are also the flower language of roses. Hanako and everyone else hope that Brother Nanqing can be free and unrestrained."

Brother Nanqing.

She revealed the fact that Yang Nanqing was a boy.

The Yang family has never had a young lady, only a young master.

As if a taboo had been broken, thick fog from all directions began to slowly spread towards the Yang Mansion.

All the soul mates and friends who could come were present, except for that one person—

Edwin.

The prelude to this riot is complete.

Joseph looked up at the thick fog, and Naran had already begun to chant the spell.

"They're coming out soon," she whispered.

Karl and You Lin looked at each other and said, "Protect them."

"of course."

"Bang!!" All the tightly closed manhole covers were blown open.

Flames gushed out from the bottom of the well, the smell of kerosene filled the air, and countless hideous rubber doll monsters and wandering ghosts crawled out from the bottom like crazy.

The screams that tore through the silence filled the entire Yang Mansion.

"Ahhh! Damn it!"

They continued to howl, and more and more monsters emerged, searching for their target.

Xiao Huai.

Just six hours ago, Xiao Huai went underground. He was familiar with every corner and blocked some roads with black diamonds. In this way, they would only have one escape route.

All the monsters will rush into Yang Mansion at once.

The hatred value of a wild ghost is not something to be feared, but how can we resist the resentment of a group of ghosts?

Xiao Huai raised his head quietly, stood in front of everyone, and whispered to Huazi, "Take them away from me."