Shen Siyin stood at the door of Paramount.
She was wearing luxurious and exquisite clothes, which did not match the coarse smell of perfume here. As a result, people passing by her subconsciously avoided her.
He tightened his hand holding the gift box bag, and tightened it again and again, and finally, he stood in front of Chu Qingwan.
The person who used to stand on the stage waiting for her to give him a tip, now stands in front of her...
"Madam, I like this gift very much. Please thank the young marshal on my behalf for his kindness." Chu Qingwan's face was gentle and her smile was warm, but when she looked at Shen Siyin, there was a hint of sympathy and pity in her eyes.
Facing her gaze, Shen Siyin just wanted to escape, but...
"Do you... have anything else to say?" Chu Qingwan asked.
The elegant smile on her face gradually cracked, Shen Siyin's words were stuck in her throat, and embarrassment quickly rose from the bottom of her heart...
She said in a very low voice: "I... Miss Chu, can you... can you teach me, teach me to sing opera?"
"Singing opera?" Chu Qingwan was surprised.
"Yes," Shen Siyin gritted her teeth: "Zong Han said that he wanted to hear me sing, so I want to learn from you..."
Chu Qingwan's face showed even more surprise.
Her face was charming, especially under the light, her eyes were full of charm.
ridicule…
Shen Siyin's fingers trembled slightly.
The little face was pale, the fingertips were cold, and even the body wrapped in fur quickly cooled down.
"Okay, Madam, I will teach you. What do you want to learn?"
…
The night is long.
Shen Siyin and Chu Qingwan walked and spoke on the quiet and empty stage, practicing over and over again under the lights.
The sound came from the empty space, long and deep...
Her voice was hoarse, cold sweat broke out on her body, and Shen Siyin's face became paler and paler, as white as paper...
“Thinking about the past, I still feel regretful… When I left, the flowers on the road were as beautiful as brocade… Today, the willows on the rooftop…”
"Bang—"
There was a loud bang.
Chu Qingwan came back to her senses and looked back, she saw Shen Siyin slumped on the stage.
"Madam!" she was shocked.
Shen Siyin curled up on the table, bent like a shrimp, her thin body trembling constantly, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" Chu Qingwan wanted to reach out to support her, but Shen Siyin gritted her teeth and waved her hand.
"fine."
If she endures the pain, it will pass.
Chu Qingwan was frightened by the bone-chilling pain and the dense sweat on her forehead. She wanted to call for help, but she was held tightly: "No, no need to call for help. This is an old problem of mine..."
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Siyin's body finally stopped shaking and her complexion looked a little better.
"Madam, is this... stomach cancer?" Chu Qingwan suddenly asked.
Shen Siyin raised her eyes.
Chu Qingwan added: "My sister also died of stomach cancer..."
Shen Siyin's lips and teeth were bitter. The chance of curing stomach cancer was almost zero... She nodded. Chu Qingwan helped her up, with a complicated look on her face: "Does the young marshal... know?"
"I don't know," Shen Siyin smiled.
Chu Qingwan pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but for a moment she didn't know how to start. Yesterday, Xiao Shaoshuai's disgust and dislike for Shen Siyin were naturally seen in her eyes. If he knew about Shen Siyin's physical condition... would he still treat her like this? xdw8
Maybe, maybe not...
After all, Shen Siyin has done a lot of evil...
In a daze, she heard Shen Siyin's words again: "Please help me keep this secret, Miss Chu. I don't want him to know."
"… "
"Miss Chu..., thank you very much."
Faced with such a pair of pleading eyes, Chu Qingwan finally nodded.
"Let's continue, Miss Chu." Shen Siyin stood up. She still remembered Xiao Zonghan's request... In this physical condition, she still had to learn to sing by herself... Chu Qingwan's tone was stagnant: "Why do you have to do this..."
Chu Qingwan had seen with her own eyes how painful it was for people with advanced gastric cancer. It was because of this that she didn't understand why Shen Siyin insisted on doing so!
Why not tell Xiao Zonghan
"He likes it."
One sentence, three words.
He liked it. Just because of such a ridiculous and sad reason, Shen Siyin supported her seriously ill body and learned to sing opera with her in such a place on a cold winter night.
Chu Qingwan's eyelashes moved slightly. She could see that Shen Siyin didn't have much time left.
This woman...
Holding Shen Siyin's hand tightly, Chu Qingwan sighed inwardly: "No need, Madam's singing is good enough."