I'm not a drama god

Jinghong Tower.

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The shovel pierced the moist soil and pried it twice. Then a large piece of soil was lifted up and covered on the surface of a simple and plain coffin.

Kong Baosheng wiped his wet cheek with his elbow. He couldn't tell whether it was sweat, rain or tears. He just stubbornly looked up with his red eyes and pried the soil again and again to bury the coffin in the theater. Down.

Li Qingshan stood at the door of the backyard, watching this scene with a complicated expression.

After they parted ways at the theater, Kong Baosheng began to take care of his grandma's funeral affairs alone. But now the surrounding neighborhoods have been reduced to ruins, and no funeral parlor is still in business. Therefore, he can only remove a few old wooden boards from the theater building, and carefully hammer and join them together with nails and hammers. And Li Qingshan was not asked to help from beginning to end.

No one would have thought that the last job this ingenious young man would do in Jinghong Tower was to make a coffin for his grandmother with his own hands... Although it was simple, he put his hard work and emotion into it, and his rough palms were worn out. Bloody and bloody.

"Hello, who is Kong Baosheng?" While Kong Baosheng was still struggling to bury it, a voice came from outside the door.

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng turned around and saw several figures at the entrance of the theater, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs, looking in.

"It's me." Kong Baosheng held the shovel and frowned slightly.

"We are members of the Huang Consortium. Our Miss Huang asked us to send flowers to a young man named Kong Baosheng." After the leader finished speaking, several people put down the bamboo baskets behind them at the same time, and opened the lid. , a large number of flowers were displayed in front of Kong Baosheng.

The varieties of these flowers are similar, but the colors are different. Even if they have been out of the soil for a while, they are still fresh, full and full of life.

Kong Baosheng froze on the spot.

"Our lady was originally going to send a cart of flowers...but the surrounding blocks were too badly damaged and cars couldn't drive in, and there is no place to buy flowers now, so we can only send these." The man paused. After a pause, "Please check it."

Seeing this, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh:

"Ms. Huang is really thoughtful... People in the world say that no businessman can be a traitor, but Miss Huang conducts business with a 'benevolent heart'. I'm afraid there will never be another person like this in the world."

Kong Baosheng stared blankly at the room full of flowers, his lips pursed unconsciously, and he bowed deeply to several people:

"Thank you Miss Huang for me. I, Kong Baosheng, will definitely repay this kindness in the future."

Several people from Huang's consortium finished sending flowers and left in a hurry.

Kong Baosheng carried these bamboo baskets to the backyard and spread them on the newly filled soil. Flowers of various colors swayed gently in the wind and rain, and the originally bleak and desolate atmosphere suddenly became full of life.

Since there is no place to get a tombstone now, Kong Baosheng can only carve his grandmother's name on the wooden board and finally insert it into the soil among the flowers.

rustling --

The wind and rain rustled the flowers all over the courtyard.

Kong Baosheng, who was all wet, stood there, looking down at the inscription among the flowers, and said softly:

"Mr. Li... you said that my grandma has done so many good things during her lifetime, and she will definitely be able to have a good pregnancy and enjoy happiness in her next life, right?"

"That's natural." Li Qingshan nodded, "Good people will be rewarded."

Kong Baosheng took a deep breath and looked back at Li Qingshan:

"Mr. Li, please leave quickly..."

"You have to come with me."

"I don't want to leave... This is my home. I have nothing but this theater building." Kong Baosheng looked down at the inscription in the sea of ​​flowers, as if he saw his grandma standing in the theater building, facing him Smile. His face was full of reluctance.

Li Qingshan knew that it would be difficult for him to convince Kong Baosheng. This child was too stubborn... He simply stepped out with a light step and struck Kong Baosheng in the back of the head with a palm, knocking him unconscious.

Kong Baosheng felt a strong gust of wind coming, and he lost consciousness as soon as he rolled his eyes, and fell straight into Li Qingshan's arms.

"Sorry, Baosheng." Li Qingshan muttered softly.

Li Qingshan could understand Kong Baosheng's thoughts, but he couldn't do it if he had to watch the child stay and face danger alone... Even if Kong Baosheng would hate him in the future, he would have to take the child to Liu Town.

Li Qingshan carried his luggage, hugged Kong Baosheng, and walked straight out of the gate of Jinghong Tower;

The patter of rain hit him, moistening the tips of his black hair. He couldn't help but look back and saw an empty theater building, standing silently in the misty rain...

Li Qingshan knew that this might be the last time he saw Jinghong Tower.

"...Goodbye," he muttered.

……

Huang Family Group.

"Miss, the assets have almost been calculated."

In the dim room, Uncle Quan came with a dozen bodyguards carrying suitcases.

Due to the previous large-scale gray world intersection, the power system in the main city of Hongchen was basically paralyzed. Even if the block where the Huang Group is located was not involved in the intersection area, it was still affected. Fortunately, the sky was not very dark at this time, even if there was no With the light, you can also see the surrounding scene clearly.

"explain."

"The cash on the consortium's books is already being loaded into the cars, and some that cannot be loaded are here. In addition, there is no time to realize the fixed assets, and they will most likely have to be abandoned...including several restaurants and factories. , theaters, residences, and several undeveloped parcels of land.”

Uncle Quan flipped through his notebook and said concisely, "Fortunately, the focus of our consortium is on entertainment, and the proportion of fixed assets is not large. Even if we abandon those things, the loss is not unacceptable... The other artist contracts have also been packaged. Put it in the car."

"We can go to Willow Town at any time."

Huang Xuyue nodded slightly. She picked up her packed clothes and a soft suitcase, and was about to leave. Suddenly her peripheral vision fell on the corner of the dressing table...a gold bracelet was lying there quietly.

The moment she saw the gold bracelet, a memory came to Huang Suyue's mind.

Without any hesitation, she solemnly put the gold bracelet on her wrist, picked up her suitcase, and walked out of the dim door.

"Let's go to Liu Town."

"Yes."

Surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards, Huang Xuyue walked downstairs, where several black cars had been waiting for a long time.

A bodyguard opened the car door for her, and Huang Xueyue and Uncle Quan sat in one after another. As the door closed, the car started and drove forward slowly with tremors... Uncle Quan looked deeply through the car window. He glanced at the building that was gradually receding and sighed.

"I don't know what the consortium will be like when I come back... maybe it will be in ruins."

"Ruins, just ruins."

Huang Xuyue sat upright in the back seat of the car, her suitcase placed on her slender legs. She spoke firmly,

"...Wherever I am, there is the Huang Consortium."