Two sessions in the afternoon, singing all of The West Chamber, Palace of Eternal Life, Peony Pavilion and Peach Blossom Fan."

"Ah?" Qiushi grinned, "It's all...all like this?"

"Miss Youmei seems to have taken a liking to Canhua," Meixiang teased seemingly casually.

Hearing this, Qiushi clenched her fists, her face tightened and she said, "Just sing! It's not like you haven't sung before."

"Behave well tomorrow"

Meixiang encouraged with a smile, "Sing all the two plays in the morning and two plays in the afternoon. The rest of the time, Canhua, you will be on top alone and use your skills to the fullest."

"Sure." Tao Canhua responded confidently.

Meixiang patted the back of Jasmine's hand gently and asked in a low voice, "Have you sent it?"

"Sent"

Jasmine bent down and said almost close to Mei Xiang's ear, "Tomorrow's meals have been prepared and delivered. I also gave away the oil stove I bought before, so they won't be hungry."

"Cousin" Mei Xiang turned to look at Wei Ran, "If you don't do anything else tomorrow, play mahjong with us and listen to music."

"Okay." Wei Ran responded happily, "Let's play, what's the problem?"

"Then let's go to bed early."

Mei Xiang said as she put out her cigarette and threw the gold cigarette holder to Qiushi, "Be alert at night. If you hear any noise, don't worry about anyone except your cousin. Just leave."

After saying that, Mei Xiang stood up and wrapped her shawl tightly around her body. She glanced at the fireplace and said, "It's been cold recently. Don't let the fireplace go out."

"I'll talk to Uncle Meng later," Tao Canhua said proactively.

Watching Mei Xiang go upstairs with Jasmine and Qiushi, Wei Ran and Tao Canhua looked at each other, turned and walked into the room, got towels and soap and went to wash up.

After a lot of busy preparations, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Wei Ran, who had washed himself, returned to his room in a hurry, stripped down to only his shorts, got under the quilt and fell asleep.

At midnight, on the third floor of the Love Letter Apartment, a thin shadow quietly came down and stood at the door of the darkroom on the second floor under the cold moonlight outside the window.

After looking around, she took off the hairpin from her head, opened it, and carefully inserted it into the keyhole.

Soon, with a soft click, the originally locked door was easily opened.

She put away her hairpin and gently turned the doorknob, a faint smile of success appeared on her face blurred by the night.

After entering the darkroom, Yumi closed the door, first closed the wooden shutter on the window, then closed the heavy curtains, and then turned on the scarlet lighting in the darkroom.

In the slightly dim light, Yumi opened the locked drawers and cabinets one by one, quietly but quickly rummaging through the things she was interested in.

Unfortunately, the few photo albums and film albums in the darkroom had already been checked by Wei Ran, and any items of some value in them had been put into food boxes for temporary storage.

Soon, Yumi, who found nothing, focused her attention on a small box placed on the top of a wooden cabinet and a photo album with a faint outline.

After looking around, she moved the only chair in the room, stepped on it, then stood on tiptoe and reached for the photo album.

"Snapped!"

Along with a soft sound, Yumi let out a groan due to the severe pain on the back of her palm, and she almost fell off the chair.

Gritting her teeth and resisting the severe pain, she took her hand back, but Yumi felt like crying without tears. At this time, more than half of her already small palm was bitten by a mouse trap, which was even more deceiving.

The strange thing is that the place where the bait is placed in this mouse trap is actually a handful of soybeans accompanied by sesame oil.

Because of this, before she could react, those greasy soybeans crashed to the floor and rolled everywhere.

Yumi jumped off the stool and struggled to open the mouse trap. With tears in her eyes, Yumi waved her hands to try to get rid of the excruciating pain. But soon, she had to kneel on the floor with her butt sticking out, and wiped out the soybeans.

I picked them up one by one and carefully wiped away some oil stains on the floor.

Quietly, she walked to the door and listened. Yumi took a few deep breaths to calm her violent heartbeat. Then she stepped on the chair again, tiptoed and carefully reached out to the one on the top of the cabinet, which seemed to

A wooden box filled with secrets.

"Snapped!"

With the second soft sound, Yumi felt that her fingernails were smashed, and she once again let out a suppressed groan.

She shivered and retracted her hand. This time, even though she was prepared, she was still hit on the forehead by a stick of sticky and greasy meat.

Holding back the pain, she took off the second mousetrap, and then wiped off the piece of meat oil on her forehead that was the size of a mahjong piece. Yumi also knelt on the floor, puffing up her cheeks and blowing hard on her fingertips in an attempt to relieve it.

Heartbreaking pain.

A full five or six minutes passed before she finally recovered. She wiped the tears that fell from the corner of her eyes with her dirty sleeves, and then gritted her teeth and killed the two mice who wanted to beat the cow in half.

He opened the clip and put back the soybeans used as bait and the lump of meat and fat that felt extremely disgusting to the touch.

Finally, she stood on tiptoe and carefully placed the two mouse traps on the top of the cabinet. Yumi wiped the remaining meat oil on the table with her sleeves. Then she endured the unignorable pain in her hands and reopened the drawers and cabinets she had just opened.

After locking it, he turned off the scarlet darkroom light, opened the curtains and opened the light-blocking board, and left the darkroom without forgetting to lock the door.

Without further inquiring, Yumi quickly returned to the third floor holding her badly injured hand, got into the bathroom, shivering, washed the oil stains on her hands and face with soap, and even finally washed the floral pajamas she was wearing.

once.

When she returned to the room with her upper body naked and put her pajamas on the radiator, the clocks on the first and second floors just started chiming four in the morning.

Secretly cursing the bastard who planted the mousetrap in Japanese, Yumi opened the suitcase with one hand, took out a tube of ointment and applied it to the injured area.

At the same time, in the room on the first floor, Wei Ran was already asleep, as if he was not worried about the mice jumping up and down upstairs.

As for Yumi, she could not help but toss and turn because of the severe pain in her hands for the rest of the night. When she was finally about to fall asleep, as the clocks on the first and second floors began to chime five o'clock, the members of the Chunhua troupe also started to chime at five o'clock.

Get up and wash up as usual - it's just that the noise seems a little louder than yesterday.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Under the influence of various seemingly invisible noises, Yumi, who had covered her head with a quilt, finally opened the quilt irritably, and at the same time

However, it was inevitable that due to excessive movement, he touched the bruise on his hand and turned into a mask of pain.

Reaching out to turn on the desk lamp, Yumei found, on the verge of tears, that there were arc-shaped bruises on her palms and backs of her hands that were not very conspicuous, but the two fingers that were hit by the second mouse trap had already appeared on the inside.

A black patch is visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this situation, Yumei inevitably panicked, but soon she found a bottle of Kodan's jewel-colored nail polish from the dressing table and smeared all the nails on both hands.

This wasn't over yet. Then, she applied a layer of cream on the palms and backs of her hands, and then put some powder on them, which barely covered the two bruises.

After covering the scars on her hands, Yumi couldn't help but yawn. That night, she almost didn't sleep in the first half of the night in order to move on time, and in the second half of the night she couldn't sleep at all because of the pain in her hands. And she didn't know that this

The people in the small building got up so early.

She couldn't fall asleep right now, so just lying there, she was curious about what the people downstairs were doing and whether they had noticed anything unusual in the darkroom.

Thinking of this, Yumi immediately opened the door, washed briefly and put on a dress. She also put on a pair of almost transparent lace gloves as a cover-up, and then came to the second floor.

As soon as they met, the girls who were queuing up to wash up greeted her with phrases like "good morning" in broken Japanese. Some of them were better at it and even asked her.

How did she rest last night?

Suppressing the bitterness and frustration in her heart, Yumi responded politely in Japanese, and then she was able to escape and go to the first floor.

Just like upstairs, the young men who were washing also actively and enthusiastically greeted her in Japanese. At the same time, she could not help but hear the faint snoring coming from the sanitary ware room.
Chapter completed!