I'm not a drama god

"Miss, you are still wearing it?" In the back seat of the car, Uncle Quan saw the gold bracelet on the girl's wrist and sighed.

"……Um."

Huang Suyue lowered her head and rubbed the surface of the bracelet lightly with her fingertips.

Huang Suyue sold the Huang Group and all her jewelry, but kept this bracelet... It was not because the bracelet was valuable, but because it had special meaning to Huang Suyue.

"Miss...that gentleman will not come back."

"I know."

"In fact, if you don't choose to come back, maybe you can leave with him."

"But there are always some things that are more important...aren't they?" Huang Suyue pursed her lips. The battle with the three major financial groups just now had made her extremely tired. She leaned on the back seat of the car and said softly,

"I do like him. He is good-looking and can sing well. Although he looks cold, he has a kind heart... Which girl would not be attracted to such a man? If... If I were to choose a favorite marriage partner and spend the rest of my life together, I would definitely choose him.

But Uncle Quan, you know me. I am not the kind of person who can abandon everything and cry all day long in pursuit of love... He is the special envoy, he has his own things to do, and I don't want to abandon myself and become anyone's vassal...

Maybe this is fate.”

Huang Suyue shrank back into the corner of her seat, her hair falling gently. She looked at her reflection in the window and murmured to herself:

"Sometimes, I would fantasize...it would be great if he was really just an ordinary actor in Jinghong Tower."

Uncle Quan looked at Huang Suyue who was in a daze. He had watched Huang Suyue grow up, and no one wanted Huang Suyue to be happy more than him. But seeing her current appearance, he felt heartbroken...

He opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he didn't say anything.

No matter what Huang Suyue chooses, what has happened cannot be changed. They are on the most dangerous and unknown road and there is no turning back.

Uncle Quan took a deep breath and asked seriously, "Miss, what should we do next?"

Huang Suyue sat up and patted her cheeks vigorously with both hands to regain her sanity and clarity as quickly as possible. She looked at the locations marked by the police on the map and pointed to a few of them and said:

"Based on the current situation, the city gate won't be able to hold out for too long. The silver monster they mentioned will soon wreak havoc in the city... and the police department is understaffed, so it's impossible for them to protect every shelter.

Therefore, we need to set up some traps and reduce the number of those silver monsters as much as possible."

"You mean... the explosives?"

"That's right." Huang Suyue nodded. "Several large-scale underground shelters have been marked on the map. We will place explosives in the vacant houses near these shelters. On the one hand, we can use traps to reduce the number of silver monsters. On the other hand, if the shelter is besieged, we can also distract the enemy by detonating explosives."

Uncle Quan suddenly realized.

He looked at the mark on the map and said thoughtfully:

"But Miss, there are too many shelters in the main city, and we have limited explosives and manpower... We can't cover them all, right?"

"That's for sure. We can only choose the two largest shelters." Huang Suyue had already chosen the target and drew a few circles around the two most conspicuous red marks. "Uncle Quan, we have to lead the team separately... You go to the south of the city, and I'll go to the east."

Uncle Quan asked with some concern: "Do we really have to separate, Miss? Isn't it unsafe?"

"Nowhere in the main city is safe right now."

"…Okay, what about the bread?"

"When you set up the explosives, take the bread to the shelter and share it with everyone... These refugees must be starving after traveling all the way here."

"I understand." Uncle Quan nodded slightly and spoke solemnly.

"Miss, you must take good care of yourself!"

"Don't worry Uncle Quan, I will."

As Uncle Quan got off the car and moved to another one, the original convoy began to split into two rows, roaring off in different directions!

……

Jinghong Tower.

In the drizzling rain, Kong Baosheng, who was soaking wet, pushed open the door of the theater with force.

creak-

As the door slowly opened, a familiar smell entered Kong Baosheng's nose... It was the rotten smell of old wooden boards, the lingering smell of kitchen soot, and the smell of every table and chair he had wiped with his own hands. These smells intertwined into the breath of "home", which instantly relaxed Kong Baosheng's tired body.

"Grandma... I'm back."

Kong Baosheng muttered to himself as he walked into the theater.

Everything here remains the same as it was when I left, even the dozens of lanterns that were hung when the power went out are still there, but the flames inside have been extinguished, and the theater is extremely dark.

Kong Baosheng took out a candle from the cupboard and lit it with ease, then walked straight to the backyard.

In the courtyard, the original colorful sea of ​​flowers has disappeared, leaving only a field of broken and rotten roots, swirling gently in the cold wind from the corners. In the very center stands a solitary earthen grave, and in front of it is an old black-and-white photo.

Looking at this desolate scene, Kong Baosheng felt extremely lost...

He took out a broom from the house and began to carefully clean up the rotten roots in the yard. He felt a series of rumbling sounds coming from his stomach. Kong Baosheng had been running all the way and had not eaten anything until now. He was already starving, but now he seemed not to feel it. His whole body seemed to melt in the cold wind.

The sky was dark, drizzling, the dim candlelight illuminated the young man's lonely back, and the entire theater was silent.

Not only Jinghong Tower, the entire street was dead silent... Kong Baosheng came back early and didn't know that the city gate was on fire, nor did he know about the silver monster. At this moment, it seemed as if he was the only one left in the world.

Ss ...

The broom swept across the ground, making a series of light sounds, and suddenly, a roar slowly came from the distance.

Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment, and looked towards the entrance of the theater in confusion:

"At this hour... there are still cars?"

After hesitating for a moment, Kong Baosheng walked towards the door with a broom in his hand. He saw several black cars and several tall trucks driving past the door one after another and slowly stopped not far away.

Many figures hurriedly got off the car and began to move pieces of unknown objects from the truck and transported them to the low house diagonally opposite. From time to time, they glanced at Xi Zhou nervously, as if they were on guard against something.

"These people's clothes... why do they look familiar?" Kong Baosheng stood there in a daze.

next moment,

A graceful figure in a yellow dress got out from the front car. She gently stroked the gold bracelet on her wrist, subconsciously turned her head and looked in the direction of Jinghong Tower... In the drizzle, she felt lost.