[Rebirth] King of Theater

Chapter 133 Al: Do you want to hear me say I love you?

Little sister Mary wept bitterly.

Randy circled around her in bewilderment...

After Al returned home, what he saw was such a strange scene.

He looked at the two of them suspiciously. Due to the occupational disease of a playwright, twenty or thirty stories with themes such as 'beautiful scumbags seduce ignorant little girls' were instantly generated in his mind.

Of course.

Randy Beauty is beautiful, but not scumbag;

Although Mary is a little girl, she is still very smart.

So, stories are just stories, and reality is certainly not like this.

But despite this, Al still couldn't help thinking about a bunch of questions:

How did Mary come here?

Does she know Randy?Does she know about my relationship with Randy?

Did Randy say something?

Does he know Mary?Did he tell her about our relationship?

In the end, all the cranky thoughts disappeared in my sister's tears.

"Oh, Al...Al!"

As soon as Mary saw him enter the door, she stood up excitedly, like a lost chick finally seeing an old hen, rushed over desperately, threw herself into his arms and cried loudly: "I ran away from home!" No more! I will never...never go back to that house..."

"What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter? Tell me quickly."

Al opened his arms and embraced the little sister tenderly, and at the same time, raised his head and looked at Randy questioningly.

However, Randy, who was also confused about the situation, could only give him an innocent and blank look.

Al had no choice but to put his arms around his sister, and while patiently comforting him, he asked: "Good girl, for God's sake, stop crying. Oh, you cry so much that I don't know what to do. And, this is like What does it look like? If you have anything to say, let’s talk about it, let’s solve it, what’s the use of crying?”

Mary cried and said, "Oh, Al, I'm really, really sad."

"Why?" Al asked.

"Mom called me a whore."

"What? Outrageous! How could she say that about you!"

"She's always like this, always like this! When I wear less clothes, she says I'm coquettish, and I don't know who to show them to. I go out with my classmates, and when I come home late, she wants to Say I'm not serious, say I'm fooling around with people outside..."

"Damn it! Who would say that about my daughter!"

"I had boys say hello to me, and when I responded, she called me shameless and called me a bitch."

"Ah, how can there be such a mother in the world! It's too much, wait until I get home and talk about her!"

"What the hell am I? Am I a puppet? Don't I have a little bit of freedom? I'm 13 years old. Does it mean that I will sell silver in the future if I want to have a good relationship with my friends?"

"Of course not! Later, I told my mother that she couldn't say that about you Wait, what did you just say you were going to do? Fall in love?"

"Oh, Al! Do you know how sad I am? Do you know what's on my mind?"

"...Uh, what's on your mind? You want to fall in love?"

"After school a few days ago, a friend who pursued me sent me home..."

"...to pursue your friend?"

"Yeah, he liked me, and we were talking on the side of the road. Al, you know? I was happy...but, but..."

Mary burst into tears again: "But, we were discovered by our mother."

"I found you talking on the street?"

"Found...found that he kissed me."

"What? What's going on?" Al's tone was already very wrong.

But Mary didn't realize it, and continued to cry: "He couldn't help kissing me..."

"How did you kiss?" Al lowered his voice and continued to ask.

"How did you kiss?" Mary repeated this sentence subconsciously, and she couldn't help being very surprised: "My God, haven't you ever kissed, Al?"

Randy burst out laughing beside him.

Al immediately glared at him fiercely, the light in those green eyes was very sharp and shining, like a cat, but his mouth was still very gentle: "Of course I kissed, but it doesn't matter Your business. Honey, I mean, what else have you guys done besides kissing? Does he have... that... under the neck..."

Mary looked at him very blankly: "What are you talking about, Al?"

very good!

It seems that the little girl's experience of love is currently limited to simple kisses.

Al felt a lot more relaxed when he thought of this.

He made a gesture for Mary to continue, and said, "It's nothing, I'm talking nonsense. What's next? Mom caught you, uh, kissing, and then?"

"Then……"

Mary sobbed and said: "When my mother saw it, she dragged me home, like crazy, and kept scolding me, calling me a whore... I couldn't stay any longer, so I ran out."

Alas, what is it called all day long!

The younger brother played truant and looked for him; the younger sister fell in love early, and looked for him...

Al took a deep breath, depressed.

But it's hard to figure out who's right and who's wrong.

Mrs. Sylvie definitely has no ill intentions towards her daughter, but she has traditional and conservative ideas like an old antique, and has lived at the bottom of society for half her life. Moreover, affected by those not-so-good environments, she must have scolded her daughter angrily. After scolding a 'bitch', there must have been some more nasty swear words, which made Mary, who has always been calm, cry like this;

But isn't Mary all wrong?

13 years old, only 13 years old!It's too early to start dating now, isn't it? ! ! !

Al was very dizzy for a while and didn't know what to do with it.

In fact, he has never been very good at dealing with women, and he often treats younger brothers and sisters differently at home. Usually, when his second brother John does not do good things, he will go up aggressively, slap the back of the head, or kick his butt One foot, the steps are simple and easy.But if it was my younger sister Mary who did the same thing, it would be different. I usually choose to turn a blind eye and let it go...

There is no reason!

Boys and girls are always different.

It's hard now.

Not knowing what to do with little sister Mary.

In the end, Al decided to comfort the person first, at least stop crying so endlessly; then say hello to Mrs. Sylvie, and let Mary live with him for a few days, so as not to prevent the two mothers and daughters from fighting again; , and then quietly go to Mary's school to inquire about the male classmate who 'can't help it'... After investigating everything, I will decide what to do!

At this time, Mary also cried for a while, and now, thinking that her elder brother is helping her back, she finally calmed down and relaxed a little, and the feeling of tiredness slowly came up, and she was persuaded by Al again kindly After a few words, they immediately agreed to go to the guest room to have a good rest.

Wait until Mary is settled.

Alcai returned to the living room, and said to Randy apologetically, "Oh, I let you see a joke."

Randy is no longer the bewildered and confused look just now.

Now he began to find it amusing again, so he said with a smile: "It's okay, your sister is very interesting."

"People are big and little devils."

Al complained very unhappy: "God, this is really inexplicable. Tell me, what do you know about a silly girl who is only 13 years old! She is still in love, most of them are idle thoughts, or, some If someone next to you coaxes them together, they think it's love.

"You can't say that, why don't you know love when you are young?"

Randy stared at Al with those sky blue eyes and said, "I was not too old when I fell in love with you."

Al thought it was trying to make himself happy, but although he didn't take it seriously, he smiled happily and said, "Thank you."

However, he really didn't want to continue discussing the question of 'is it okay for a 13-year-old sister to fall in love', so he changed the topic: "That director Costa Winchell is probably the director of our show."

Randy also followed him, and asked considerately: "How do you say? We meet today, do you get along well?"

Al nodded: "At present, the director has a good personality and strong ability. By the way, are you free tomorrow? Let me introduce you to me, and let the director meet you, the default male lead."

Randy smiled, and deliberately said: "If you are free, you are free, but what if he doesn't like me?"

Al immediately swore, "How can anyone not like you? My dear, you are so good-looking, talented, and you can sing very well. Unless you are blind, foolish, or crazy, you will not like you!"

"Then are you blind, foolish, crazy?"

"Of course I am not."

"So, you like me?"

"Oh, come around like this, do you want to hear me say I love you?"

"Yes."

"I love you!"

"and then?"

"What then?"

"God, haven't you ever kissed, Al?"

"...Damn it, don't talk like Mary."

"I'm a pragmatist. No matter who I learn from, as long as it works. Come on, prove that you have kissed, Al."

"Shut up now!"