I am a living immortal.

That’s right, it’s love.

Mao Shilang discovered that every piece of repertoire of this troupe could be called perfect, except for the love part, which felt a little empty. It was not because the play was bad but because of the lack of people.

Because Jianghu dramas have experienced a lot, with ups and downs for ten years and living in troubled times, the more experiences they have, the more repertoires they have compiled. Most of these are personal experiences or what they have seen with their own eyes, so they can be well embodied in the drama. The cruel people are cruel, the kind people are kind, the generals are mighty, the villains are materialistic, the rich kids, the poor families, the Jianghu spirit, family affection, friendship, whatever they have experienced can be performed vividly.

Only love.

Although the acting is good, it lacks that indefinable and hazy feeling that is difficult for ordinary people to detect.

But Mao Shilang discovered it.

Mao Shilang was very happy when he discovered this phenomenon.

He finally found a breakthrough for the troupe, discussed it with those playboys, and immediately came up with an idea.

So they found some outstanding scholars and beautiful girls as bait for fishing.

Let these people fall in love with the opera performers.

As for how to love and how to love, that is their own business. In order to prevent the plan from going wrong or being informed by love, the families of these people are all held hostage in the hands of this group of playboys.

This bunch of dandies are preparing to put on an off-stage drama.

The show begins...

Even if it is for their families, these people have tried their best, acting, bringing in their true feelings, and doing everything they can to make the other person fall in love with them.

A surge of love swept through the troupe.

Many opera troupes who had been in the opera troupe since childhood found it difficult to adapt. They had never seen such a scene before. As long as a few people got lost, the outcome would be decided.

But the opera troupe has strict rules, and the class teacher decides whether one can do something or not.

A dilemma arises: some choose to conceal the truth while others choose to tell the truth, and the playboys add fuel to the fire.

Those who tell the truth find that their loved one has left in a daze. The love they cannot get will be like a thorn in their heart. Although they may not show it on their face, the pain in their heart can never be compensated.

This gap created...

With the gap, this invincible troupe is no longer as invincible as before.

The person who conceals the truth drowns in this boundless love and cannot extricate himself, and the drama goes wrong frequently.

Anger, conflict, quarrel, death to prove one's true purpose, the stage stained with blood...

These scenes played out before everyone's eyes, and the harmonious atmosphere was broken bit by bit. The more restraint there was, the more intense the burning flames became.

Those who are not interested want to try it, and those who are interested will hide it even more.

A perfect drama had a flaw, and the mind wandered, causing its reputation to plummet.

Financial pressure has caused us to cut back on food, clothing, and other expenses.

However, how could a group of playboys let go of this opportunity easily?

They also allow those who are in love to see the person they love having an affair with someone else.

Provoke the other party, ignite their anger, and lead them to hurt each other...

It is natural to pay sky-high medical expenses.

Forcing you...towards the abyss.

In order to repay the debt, the troupe owner took the troupe to perform everywhere, but the reputation of the drama was declining, which became a fundamental problem. He was so worried that his hair turned white. Finally, one night, he fell ill due to overwork. Even more tragically, he did not buy medicine for the troupe owner...

Many people wish they could be free without this restraint.

The woman who made the mistake had some conscience and finally knelt down to beg for mercy from the dude. The final result is self-evident...

But the owner still did not receive treatment and died one winter night.

But after that night, the woman died on the street, and her body was toyed with by passing beggars.

The troupe was without its owner, just like a family without its pillar, and it also had no rules. The bad habits that had been prevented appeared one by one in these opera troupes.

The fellow apprentices became alienated, and no one was interested in the drama. Such a popular troupe quickly disappeared from sight.

How to make money? How to make quick money?

A wave of debauchery swept through the troupe, but the money was not coming in fast enough or in large enough amounts.

In the end, the older brothers decided to sell out everyone in the troupe.

There was only one fool in this troupe who naively thought that even if life was a little hard and difficult, it would not matter as long as his fellow apprentices were there, and they would be able to get through it.

This stupidity is also because I was chosen.

The group of playboys came to the troupe with a condescending attitude.

Randomly trampling on costumes, mocking everyone, and humiliating them in public.

Those senior brothers and sisters who should have shared the same hatred for the enemy lowered their heads as if they didn't see it.

This fool scolded these playboys, but was scolded even more harshly.

"You may not know this yet, but this troupe is ours now. We can do whatever we want."

"Your good senior brothers and sisters have sold everything here to us a long time ago, including you and your bunch of juniors, as well as everything here, hehe!" The dandies laughed and took out a bag of silver and shook it in front of her.

"How about you kneel down for me, or I won't pay you~"

As soon as these words were spoken, those who had originally lowered their heads raised them up.

Just when the fool was showing her stubbornness, the brothers and sisters who had treated her like family began to persuade her: "Kneel down, Yue Lian, kneel down and you will get money, and you won't have to live the hard life you had before."

"Kneel down! It's no big deal anyway, just like entertaining the audience before... It's nothing."

"Kneel down. You don't want to see the troupe become worthless. At least the troupe can survive..."

"Kneel down..."

"Kneel down..."

The repeated admonitions made Yue Lian feel a little dizzy.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at everyone. Those who were giving her advice looked like evil ghosts in storybooks that were taking lives.

Seeing that Yue Lian was still stubborn, those who got the silver became anxious.

They pushed, pressed his shoulders, scolded him, and even kicked him, forcing him to kneel down, but his back remained straight.

at this time………

A voice interrupted the laughter of the crowd: "There's no need to do this..."

Mao Shilang jumped out at the right moment. He frowned at everyone and scolded them, "Is it fun to bully a woman?"

It's like a hero saving a beauty.

Then he put on a kind expression and said to Yue Lian, "Come... follow me. I can take you away safely."

With that, he pushed everyone away and left.

As soon as these words were spoken, a look of anticipation emerged in the eyes of those playboys, while none of the brothers and sisters who knew the truth told the truth.

Yue Lian, who was abandoned by everyone, somehow followed him. She didn't know that her nightmare had just begun.

No one stopped them, everyone was watching the show.

After following him out, Yue Lian regretted it. She didn't know whether the man in front of her was good or bad, and she would not open her heart to him just because of a few words. She just wanted to get away from that suffocating environment.

After walking out of the theater, she did not continue to follow Mao Shilang.

Instead, I looked back at the past and felt like I had grown up in an instant.

But how can this growth be surpassed by a dandy who treats human nature as a toy?

Mao Shilang showed his love in a high-profile manner. He was very smart, observant, and knew his limits. When she was upset, he would silently accompany her or leave. When she was happy, he would look at her and smile, give her care and attention, and respond to everything.

Everyone said, is Mao Shilang really dead?

In the end, even Mao Shilang himself couldn't tell the difference.

Under such an attack, Yue Lian would melt even if she was a piece of stone.

She...fell.

The opera troupe seemed like an unreal dream. I would wake up in the middle of the night, but when I saw Mao Shilang lying beside me, I would breathe a sigh of relief and my face would become soft.

She thought, maybe this kind of life is not bad.

Mao Shilang treated her really well. He would bring her along to his friends' banquets and introduce her solemnly. He did not think that she was not worthy of being in a respectable position like those children from aristocratic families.

But no matter what, her identity as an actress cannot be changed.

Especially during drunken dinners, it was inevitable that he would be asked to do a bit of dancing, with playful glances fixed on him and teasing and abusive remarks hurled at him.

When she was at a loss, that figure would always appear in front of her, and his gentle voice would always soothe her heart at that moment.

She was addicted to his words and he soothed her soul.

From then on, he would ask her for her opinion.

The elders in his family and his friends all thought he was crazy or that he was just acting on a whim.

She would be laughed at and criticized, and even the servants would not care about her and would dislike her.

The kneeling punishment in the Buddhist temple in winter was so freezing cold that it left a mark on my legs.

I fainted several times in the stuffy room in summer, but no one cared.

The contraceptive soup tastes very bitter.

The harsh words cut her skin like a knife.

But she was not afraid. She felt that it was worth it. She could endure all the suffering and she didn't want to make things difficult for him.

She doesn't care about wealth and fame, nor does she care about what others say. Her heart and eyes are filled with him.

She became as silly as before.

She fell in love with him.

She could see in those eyes that he cared about her just as much.

The warm spring sun shone on the two of them.

It would always attract flower-selling children, who would praise them as a perfect couple, and he would buy the most beautiful one with a smile and carefully put it on her.

That serious look, like the words to treat her well, like the promise to be together for life.

She smiled, he looked, and even time slowed down to record this moment.

She felt something she had never experienced before.

But...Mao Shilang was tired of it.

Mao Shilang seemed to be particularly busy that day and she was not seen all day, so she asked the kitchen to make some soup for her.

When she arrived at Mao Shilang's courtyard, she didn't care about the servants' mocking looks, and she entered the courtyard very smoothly.

But as soon as she entered the yard, she heard the unrestrained low and cheerful voices. At this moment, the soup in her hand shattered to the ground like a beautiful dream.

His heart was broken, and he couldn't breathe.

She knew this day would come, but it came too quickly and too unexpectedly.

Mao Shilang heard and knew it, but he didn't care, and even felt it was exciting.

A beautiful appearance is always fresh, but love is just a dream that passes in a flash.

From then on, he treated her the same as before, and treated others well too, smiling at others' faces, and giving flowers to others. He treated her as if she were no different from others.

She didn't make a scene. She felt she should leave. On the day she resigned, she knelt below him, while he, holding his new love, looked down at her and sneered, "How do I, Mao Shilang, treat you?"

"very good."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Resign"

"Why, you don't think I will only favor you, do you?"

The woman leaning on Mao Shilang also laughed, as if she was laughing at her for overestimating her own abilities and trying to tie a man's heart.

Yue Lianxin finally died at this moment. She kowtowed expressionlessly and said, "Please grant Yue Lian death."

Yue Lian's calm expression did not seem to displease Mao Shilang. He pushed away the new love in his hand, as if he thought of something, and showed a malicious smile.

"Die? That's not that easy. You belong to me, Mao Shilang. You know, this thing can be used as a reward."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Lian suddenly looked up and met Mao Shilang's eyes. His peach blossom eyes were very beautiful, but there was no love in them, only displeasure.

"If you want loyal love, I will give you a night of passion."

"Hehehe, hahahaha, come here, give me a reward..." Then he walked past her with a big laugh. He had never changed, still that cynical dandy.

And she, Yue Lian, is still the actor who is being played around with.

Nothing had changed. She wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but someone blocked her mouth. She wanted to resist, but someone held her hands and feet.

She is still powerless...

She is so naive, she is so stupid, she is hateful!!

That night…