Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Erdi stared blankly at the bloody tooth mark at the base of her right hand. Her scalp at the back of her head also felt dull and painful. Both places hurt.

What he least expected was the third place.

The third place is the chest.

He felt a sudden tightening of his chest, followed by a surge of intense pain and inexplicable panic.

He didn't know why he was panicking, and he didn't understand why he was in pain.

He just sat down in a daze, removed his makeup, took off his headband and wig, and took off his costume. Then he walked to his exclusive dressing room wearing his undershirt.

As soon as I lifted the curtain, I saw a bucket of water lying quietly inside, with wisps of hot steam lingering on the surface of the water.

His brows relaxed and he even remembered to bring him hot water. He must be no longer angry.

As usual, he pulled the cloth off his shoulders and threw it into the water. Just as he was about to pick it up and wring it dry, the scalding water instantly burned his fingers red.

He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the fingertips where a big blister was gradually forming, feeling a little dumbfounded.

The next second, he suddenly laughed.

She is so... childish.

Erdi let a bucket of boiling hot water sit for a long time before she finally wiped herself clean and changed her clothes.

The moon was already high in the sky, and the lights in the troupe were out. It was dark everywhere, with only a lantern hanging at the door of the dressing room.

Seeing that everyone in the other locker rooms had left, he simply took down the lantern and slowly walked towards the inner room.

As he approached his bed, he felt something was wrong.

Somewhat empty.

No, her mattress is missing.

Erdi shone the lantern at that location and found that only a gray-brown bed board was left.

His heart skipped a beat, and he shone the lantern towards the wall again, and found that where the word "静" had been nailed, there was now only a protruding nail.

Erdi felt that the blood in her body had turned cold, and her fingers were numb. She couldn't even feel the burning pain.

He wandered around for a few times, and the lantern kept shaking as he followed his hurried steps, blinding other people's eyes.

The troupe's bed was just one row away from his couch. He lay on the bed, looking up at the swaying lantern, and asked in confusion:

"Erdi? What are you looking for?"

Erdi tightened the lever in his hand, his palms sweating. He took a deep breath, trying his best to cover up the panic in his voice, pretending to be calm:

"...She...left?"

The class leader creaked and turned around silently. Under the dim light, he could see Erdi's jaw was tense. He sighed deeply.

"No, he's still there."

There were five rows of beds in the room, with six or seven people sleeping in each row. Erdi slept in the innermost corner.

The class leader pointed to the outermost position next to the door, which was like the diagonal line of a square. That position was actually the farthest from Erdi.

Erdi stared blankly at the dark place, and could vaguely see a small bulge on the bed.

No, he just came in from there, but... didn’t you notice?

The class owner was a little disappointed with Erdi. He secretly glared at the back of her head:

"What did you say to the little girl? She's been crying for a long time."

He sighed and continued:

"Er Di, we've finished our show here and will be leaving for the provincial capital tomorrow. How about I find her a job there and let her go?"

Erdi subconsciously retorted in a deep voice: "No."

The room suddenly became silent. Those who were chatting at night suddenly shut their mouths for fear of twirling the tiger's whiskers.

The class owner tutted his words and glared at him: "If you don't let her go, are you going to keep torturing her like this? I, an old man, can't stand it. Don't forget, she's done me a favor."

Erdi raised the lantern and blew out the candle, but she stood still, squeezing the bamboo handle until it made a banging sound:

"Humph! Where should we let her go? Let her go look for Liang Zan?"

The class owner turned around and sat up, somewhat confused:

"What do you want to see Liang Zan for?"

Jingzhi was teasing Liang Zan tonight, and he saw it clearly.

Erdi simply hung the lantern on the nail at the head of Jingzhi's bed, snorted again, and glanced at the small bulge in the distance:

"What to do? Of course, be his young lady."

"No way, I don't think Jingzhi has any interest in him, so don't say anything that will ruin his reputation."

"Oh, you've already collected the hairpin, are you still afraid of what others will say?"

…………

"call out!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a warm green light shot towards her. Erdi subconsciously turned her head to avoid it, and a crisp sound of shattering was heard instantly.

Erdi lowered her head and looked towards the corner.

That hairpin looks very familiar.

It's hers.

But it was broken into... three sections.

"Liang Erdi, I don't like him! I hate you even more!"

Hearing the hoarse voice with crying tone, he suddenly looked up. Jingzhi was standing sideways on the bed, her face was covered with tears, and she was looking at him with disappointment.

As if she felt ashamed of crying again in public, she wiped away her tears twice, jumped to the ground and ran out without even having time to put on her shoes.

"Er, Erdi? That hairpin originally belonged to her, why don't you hurry up--"

Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew by, and Erdi was no longer in front of the class owner's bed.

He looked down again and saw that the ground was empty, and there was no hairpin there.

The class owner sighed and clicked his tongue.

He kept complaining in his heart and said that he didn't like her. He was in his twenties and when he met his sweetheart, he would think about playing tricks on her all day long.

Now it’s over, there’s no way around it.

Tsk.