Drifting Towards You

Haitang has always been Li Chengfeng's confidante, and he took care of her until An Ning appeared, and Li Chengfeng was moved by her, Haitang therefore targeted An Ning everywhere.

Later in the revolutionary turmoil, An Ning persuaded Li Chengfeng to assist the Communist Party for national justice, and the Communist Party won the victory, but he sacrificed in helping An Ning complete the task. Haitang committed suicide after hearing the news of his death, and the hostess Anning left in sorrow and continued to perform the next task.

After Su Xiangwan stepped onto the stage, the eyes of seven or eight people, including the director and screenwriter, fell on her.

The director and screenwriter looked at each other subconsciously, and a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes.

This Su Xiangwan really fits the role of Haitang. It is gorgeous but not vulgar, charming but not feminine. Only going to that stop is like returning to the old Shanghai dance hall.

The screenwriter nodded in satisfaction, and said first: "Let's try the play directly. You can play the part where Li Chengfeng committed suicide after hearing Li Chengfeng's death."

Su Xiangwan was not surprised.

After all, this scene is a test of acting skills and does not require a supporting role, so it is best to try it out.

She lowered her eyes and was silent for ten seconds.

"Begonia... Begonia... Mr. Li... Mr. Li is dead!" The staff threw out an introduction.

Dead... dead.

There was a cheering outside the door, a voice celebrating the victory of the revolution. Inside the Yongle Gate, the lights were dim and silent.

Haitang sat at a retro square table, most of her body was shrouded in darkness, unable to see her expression clearly.

She did not cry, nor did she shed tears. His hands with bright red nails trembling lightly took out a slender lady's cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in his mouth.

She drew out the match, slowly stroking it several times, her hands trembling lightly.

The world only left the sound of a match passing by, and everyone's attention was focused on her hand.

Sparks burst out several times in the darkness, and the match finally struck.

Her left hand was habitually covered on the cigarette, blocking the wind, and she couldn't wait to take a deep breath, and the hand that had been trembling gradually stabilized.

She leaned on the back of the chair, and the phonograph record sounded the tune of Farewell My Concubine. She hummed with a cigarette between her fingers, as if he could see him dancing on the dance floor while holding her on the stage.

"Begonia, with me here, men on the beach will never try to force you."

"What about the woman?"

"I don't care about women, you know I don't beat women."

She lowered her eyes lightly, her face filled with smoke.

Chengfeng, you said that you were going to save her that day, and there was a bright light in your eyes. I knew I couldn't stop you. However, you promised me stoutly that you would come back alive...but...you finally broke your promise.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air.

"Tick...Tick..." Drops of blood fell on the old wooden floor.

She still hummed slightly to the phonograph, and the rocking chair made a creaking sound occasionally. She didn't shed half a tear from beginning to end, but inexplicably, she felt a burst of heart block and pain.

Chengfeng... You always say that Haitang is beautiful, but you forget that Haitang has broken heart.

After a long time, the whole rehearsal hall remained silent, except for the final tune in the phonograph.

Su Xiangwan looked behind the scenes several times. At this time, the staff member came up and found that she was dead, so it ended.

People?

After waiting for more than two minutes, the music was gone, and there was still no half of a person, Su Xiangwan had to get up.

The director came back to his senses and applauded first: "Okay!"