Until the evening performance, Xiuhua felt uncomfortable in her voice, but she still insisted on singing the whole show. "Ahem, ahem. After singing, the cough became even worse, and he coughed up blood. Hospital. "Doctor, what's wrong with me, why did I suddenly cough up blood?" "Boss Zhao, to tell you the truth, you were poisoned. "Poisoning?" "Yes, although it is not life-threatening, the impact on the throat is very large. "I see, thank you, doctor. ”

Mansion. Back at home, Xiuhua's heart was very calm, she knew who did it, she affected the interests of some people, and the purpose of those people in the teahouse was the same. told the people of the drama club and posted a notice that the performance would not be held for the time being.

Japanese Chamber of Commerce. "Hitohashi-kun, the drama club said that Zhao Xiuhua was recuperating at home and stopped performing. "Wasn't it good to come that time?" "It's just that the last time I performed at the Chamber of Commerce, I stopped the show." "She did it on purpose. "Hitohashi-kun, there's a letter here. After seeing the letter, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, Ichihashi Ming, was furious, "Baga, this Zhao Xiuhua actually dares to play tricks on me, since she doesn't want to sing for us, then she won't sing in her life." ”

Mansion. "Boss Zhao, the secret letter of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce says that you will not be on stage again. "I expected that. "Boss Zhao, your voice..." It's okay, everyone who should come will come, since I'm not allowed to act, I'll rest at home. "Boss Zhao, someone must have framed you. "It's me who is too sharp, I want to know who Wang Huimin's master is?" Lin Miaoyin. "I see, it's not surprising that it's her. "Boss Zhao knows the inside story?" "I heard my master say that my master and Lin Miaoyin are sisters in the same sect, and they have been fighting together since childhood, my master does not like to compete with others, and he made a name for himself in Beiping, so he retreated to his hometown and was willing to become the corner of the place, and Lin Miaoyin came to Shanghai. The grievances of the previous generation, coupled with my arrival, have accumulated deep grievances. "Let's go to the police station. "Without definite evidence, the police department will not be able to manage it, and she has a deep contact with the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, I don't have a foundation to win, don't involve the drama club." Boss Guo, I've already troubled you, and you gave me such a good opportunity to sing, I'm already very grateful. "It's a shame. "It's not a pity to think about it. ”

Xiuhua's voice is getting worse and worse, and singing is already very difficult, this voice is ruined, and she can't sing anymore. "Boss Guo, please help me set up a scene again, just invite my old drama fans. "OK. "Drama Club. Xiuhuazi carefully put on makeup, changed clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror, as if she could see the shadow of the master. "Master, sing the last scene with the apprentice. "The lights are up, the curtain is up. "The island ice wheel is beginning to turn, see the jade rabbit, the jade rabbit rises early in the east, the ice wheel leaves the island, the sky is very clear, the moon is empty, just like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace, slave like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace, like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace, like Chang'e under the ninefold, clear and cold fall in the Guanghan Palace, ah in the Guanghan Palace, the jade bridge reclines the railing leaning, the mandarin duck comes to play in the water, the golden carp is facing the water, ah is facing the water, the geese are flying in the sky, the geese are flying, the geese are flying, the geese are flying and the sound of the slave falls in the shade, this scenery is sultry and drunk and comes to the Baihua Pavilion······"

Zhao Xiuhua, who was once a famous actor in Shanghai, disappeared without a trace for unknown reasons, which is a huge loss for the opera industry.

The alarm clock went off, and when I opened my eyes, I actually wiped my face full of tears, why did I cry?