nycdaug Chapter 939 Carefully
Chapter 939 Carefully
The seats were full, but only the silver-gray figure in the front row made her feel uneasy. Fu Mingyuan held a coffee cup, his eyes following her every move, with a faint smile on his lips. "The ice wheel on the island is turning..." Lu Qinghuan sang gracefully, and her sleeves stretched like flowing clouds. Suddenly, there was a sharp gunshot outside the theater, and the audience was in chaos. Lu Qinghuan staggered a step, but saw Fu Mingyuan leap onto the stage in one step and protected her behind him. "Don't panic!" Fu Mingyuan's voice was steady and powerful, "It's a warlord melee, everyone evacuate from the side door!" He turned to look at Lu Qinghuan, with an unquestionable firmness in his eyes, "I'll take you back to your residence." Along the way, the carriage bumped on the bluestone road, and the gunshots were sometimes far and sometimes close. Lu Qinghuan huddled in a corner, looking at Fu Mingyuan's tense profile. The moonlight poured in through the car window, coating his suit with a layer of silver, which reminded her of the glass beads on the costumes, gorgeous but fragile. "Are you scared?" Fu Mingyuan suddenly spoke. Lu Qinghuan shook her head: "I grew up in Peking and am used to the sound of gunfire. It's just..." She paused, "Why is Master Fu so concerned about me?" Fu Mingyuan chuckled and took out a glass pendant from his pocket. The crystal clear beads shone with colorful halos in the moonlight: "The first time I heard you sing, I felt that the sound was very much like the organ I heard in Notre Dame de Paris. This pendant was bought by me in Venice. Does it look like the moon in Peking?" Lu Qinghuan stared at the glass bead, and vaguely remembered that when she was a child, her father took her to visit the Liuli Factory. Those colorful glass products sparkled in the sun, so beautiful that they made people intoxicated. But now, her father has passed away, the opera troupe is also crumbling, and she is just an actor who makes a living by singing. In the days that followed, Fu Mingyuan came more frequently. He would wait for her with Western snacks after the show, and tell her about the Eiffel Tower in Paris and the fog in London; he would also sit quietly beside her and play the violin to accompany her while she practiced her voice. The autumn in Peking was getting colder and colder, but Lu Qinghuan's heart was gradually warmed up. However, the good times did not last long. One day, just after Lu Qinghuan finished singing "Farewell My Concubine", she was called backstage by the troupe owner. "Qinghuan," the troupe owner rubbed his calloused hands, "Commander Zhang has taken a fancy to you and said he wants to take you as his concubine. This is a chance for our troupe to turn things around!" Lu Qinghuan was struck by lightning: "I won't marry!" "It's not up to you!" The troupe owner suddenly changed his face, "Commander Zhang said that if you don't obey, he will burn down this Guangde Building and leave everyone in the troupe without food!" Tears welled up in Lu Qinghuan's eyes. She thought of the homeless children in the troupe and the glass pendant that Fu Mingyuan gave her. At this moment, Fu Mingyuan lifted the curtain and came in, his suit was covered with dust, and he was obviously in a hurry. "I heard about Commander Zhang." Fu Mingyuan looked at the troupe owner with cold eyes, "My Fu family will pay double the money to redeem Qinghuan." The troupe owner was about to speak when there was a sudden commotion outside. Commander Zhang rushed in with a group of soldiers armed with live ammunition, staring at Lu Qinghuan with bloodshot eyes: "Okay, the third young master of the Fu family is here to snatch people too?" He raised his hand and fired a shot, shattering the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, "I want to see, is your glass beads harder, or is my gun harder!" Fu Mingyuan stood in front of Lu Qinghuan, his voice steady: "Commander Zhang, a forced melon is not sweet. If you insist on doing so, the Fu family is not easy to mess with." When the atmosphere was tense, Lu Qinghuan suddenly broke away from Fu Mingyuan's hand and bowed: "Commander Zhang, I will marry you. But you have to promise me to let the troupe go, and don't make things difficult for Young Master Fu." "Qinghuan!" Fu Mingyuan grabbed her wrist anxiously, "Are you crazy?" Lu Qinghuan smiled with tears in her eyes, took off the glass pendant from her neck, and gently placed it in his palm: "No matter how beautiful the moon in Peking is, it is fragile glass after all. Young Master Fu, forget me." On the day of the wedding, the first snow fell in Peking City. Lu Qinghuan was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and the tassels of the phoenix crown on her head dangled so that she couldn't open her eyes. Commander Zhang was drunk and his face was red. He roughly lifted her veil: "My beauty, from now on..." Before he finished speaking, fierce gunshots suddenly came from outside. Lu Qinghuan looked through the window and saw Fu Mingyuan and a group of men in black rushing in. His suit was stained with blood, but the gun in his hand was terrifyingly steady. "Fu Mingyuan! Do you dare to rebel?" Commander Zhang pulled out his gun in a panic, but was shot in the wrist by Fu Mingyuan. "I said, no one can touch her." Fu Mingyuan walked to Lu Qinghuan and carefully wiped the tears from her face, "Come with me." However, before they could rush out of Zhang's house, more soldiers surrounded them. Fu Mingyuan protected Lu Qinghuan in the corner and was shot several times in the back. "Qinghuan," he took out the glass pendant with great effort and put it on her again, "Promise me, live..." Lu Qinghuan hugged the gradually cold Fu Mingyuan and cried heartbreakingly. The snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon covered the ground with blood. The glass pendant flickered in the wind and snow, just like the glass moon in Beiping that was forever out of reach. Many years later, Beiping City has changed. The gray-haired Lu Qinghuan sat backstage in Guangde Building, stroking the worn glass pendant. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water. In a trance, she heard the sound of Fu Mingyuan playing the violin again, and his gentle words "Does it look like the moon in Beiping?" "Grandma, this pendant is so beautiful!" The little granddaughter ran over and stared at the pendant curiously. Lu Qinghuan smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes hid the vicissitudes of time: "This is the most precious treasure in grandma's life. It hides a story about the glass moon in Beiping..." The moonlight poured in through the window lattice, illuminating the costumes on the wall. The bright red, after years of years, is still dazzling, just like that passionate and tragic love, forever frozen in that autumn night in Beiping in the flames of war. As the flames of war gradually died down, the Liulichang in Beiping City returned to its former bustle. Lu Qinghuan often brought her granddaughter here to hang out, looking at the dazzling array of glass products, as if she had returned to her childhood. However, there was no longer a man in a suit holding a glass pendant and smilingly asking her "Does it look like the moon in Beiping?" One day, Lu Qinghuan found a newly opened shop in the corner of Liulichang. The owner was a young man who was concentrating on firing glass. Lu Qinghuan was attracted by a work on the counter - it was a crescent moon, and the water sleeve pattern on the costumes was cleverly integrated into the glass, which was beautiful like a dream. "Old man, do you like this one?" the young man asked with a smile, "I made this according to a story I heard when I was a child. I heard that during the Republic of China, there was an actor and a rich young master whose love was more dazzling than this glass, but also as fragile as glass." Lu Qinghuan's hands trembled slightly, and tears blurred her vision: "Can you sell it to me?" The young man shook his head: "This is the treasure of the store, but..." He suddenly looked at Lu Qinghuan carefully.