Even before the gong was struck, the audience was already in a commotion and extremely noisy.
"Look, Su Yunque is here again!"
"Oh, isn't she the daughter of the death row prisoner? She's so shameless."
"Hey, the Yusheng class will be lively in a while. I heard... Someone is eyeing her."
Su Yunque stood in the middle of the narrow wooden platform, with wet blood still hidden in his right sleeve.
The wind off the stage brought the greasy smell of the market upwards, mixed with the smell of suet cakes and sour stinky bean juice, which made her throat dry, but she felt very sober in her heart, so sober that it was a bit scary.
The play tonight is "Farewell My Concubine", in which she plays Yu Ji.
This was not the role she was supposed to play, and it wasn't her turn to appear on stage yet.
But Sister Meng twisted her foot, A Tao forgot her words again, and she was the only one left.
No one forced her to take the stage.
No one believed she could act well.
