There are no gorgeous costumes or stunning makeup.

The last woman on stage was dressed in white and had long black hair.

Her ankles were bare, and her footbells jingled as she walked.

The woman is holding a pipa, but from the way the woman's fingertips press the strings, an expert can tell that the woman is not good at playing, and is just learning it temporarily.

The woman walked to the center of the color table and sat on the high chair prepared in advance.[

Toss the loose hair on your cheek, looking casual and natural.

The woman's sleeves and hair are neither tied up nor tied up, and they are dancing freely with the wind blowing in from the window.

The woman's appearance is picturesque, with slender eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, a tapered chin, and a pair of clear eyes that are somewhat enchanting, faintly as bright as the stars.

Natural without any modification, fresh without any pretense.

But it can always fixate the eyes of all the onlookers, every movement, as beautiful as a fairy who can't eat the fireworks of the world, not like a real person.

The four seats were silent, and the woman gently plucked the strings of the harp in silence. With the pipa playing like pearls, and her deep and quiet throat, she slowly sang:

"Red Lantern

Just lit up

Covered with hoarfrost

red clothes

carved bed

stale bride

Appearance is a sin

Youth is dew

Only when life is as thin as paper can the world say beauty

Put on makeup in the morning

Take off makeup at dusk

Is there anyone worthy of my old age?

How can flowers bloom in the water[

You have to die once to come back to life

In other words, innocence

Whirlpool and sea of ​​fire

Is there anyone who deserves my full love?

laugh with tears

Frowning and forgetting

Is there anyone worthy of that sentence?

Rouge is a wound on a beauty’s face.”

I don’t know whether she was feeling the sorrow of being a woman in the world of mortals, or she was expressing her resistance to the unfair treatment given by fate. The woman sang so ecstatically that she shed two lines of clear tears while singing.

The trembling singing voice is beautiful, full of resentment, bitter and desolate.

The feathers and strings of the pipa interlock with each other, despairing and sad.

It's like the love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper.

It's like the pain is so painful that I can't forget it once I say it.

The unspeakable love, the chaotic and boundless hurts, and all the empty regrets. Under the clean and delicate tone of the pipa, I lament the helpless separation in the world. There are clearly tears, but there is no place to drop the lonely sorrow.

After the song ended, the whole hall fell into silence.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

It was like the sound of tears dripping on the table. The woman on the color table closed her eyes and quietly let the tears flow.

The pipa strings at the fingertips are not broken, and the emotions are slowly coming to an end.

Silent silence, constant sadness.

After the sadness, the whole building was filled with soft sobs from the girls.

Then, there was a scene of all the girls in the Rouge Beauty Building crying loudly.[

In an instant, the woman's cry shook the sky, wandering on the bank of Yanghe River.

It disturbed the man in white who was pursing his lips and sipping tea.

Bai Musan, who was still immersed in the woman's singing, was also shocked.

Among the guests in the hall, there were literati and elegant guests who marveled at the scene, as well as cowardly men who were scared away by the woman's cry.

A chaotic scene, a heart-stirring turn in the competition, and a heart-wrenching result that turns defeat into victory.

I don't know who came to his senses at the first moment, and hurriedly shouted, "Miss Huang'er, marry me, I will definitely treat you well." Then he rushed towards the Cai Tai without any care.

"It doesn't matter if it's about attracting a husband or throwing hydrangeas! Such a loving and loving woman, of course, whoever can grab it will be hers!"

"That's right! That's right! Whoever grabs it belongs to whomever!"

"Grab it! Grab it! Brothers who don't rob it, make way quickly! Come on, brother, have fun!"

The hall of the Beauty Building began to become chaotic, and the florists in the hall rushed to the flower stand to win the beauty.

And after the woman sitting on the colorful stage heard such words, she unusually did not open her eyes. She just behaved obediently, like a puppet being manipulated, waiting for her petite and frail body to be manipulated by this or...

That strange man took it away.

"Damn it!"

Cursing in a low voice, the man in white couldn't help but feel angry as he looked at the light body being snatched back and forth by the men on the stage.

"How many men must a shameless woman take before she is satisfied?"

The angry palm wind swept over the hot teapot, and the teapot burst with a sound. The tea was poured on the coals of the stove, making a "sizzling" sound.

Bai Musan stood in the room and looked around carefully.

In the Accord, where is the shadow of the man in white?
Chapter completed!