Chapter 1710 Uncle Wants to Hug [17]

In the afternoon, Father Shen came back from outside.

When passing by the courtyard, I suddenly heard the sound of Beijing Erhu and other musical instruments playing from the inner courtyard, as well as the singing of opera actors.

It sounds sad and sad, but also very touching.

Father Shen's footsteps stopped.

He turned to look over.

The sound seemed to come from the clear courtyard.

Could it be that Qingqing called the opera troupe to come to the mansion to sing?

Father Shen doesn't like opera actors, but he respects opera culture very much.

This is passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors, and it is the quintessence of the country.

It's like they are reading people's books.

Outsiders say it is pedantic and sour, but its wealth is unmatched.

The knowledge of foreigners is advanced, but how can they compare with China!

Father Shen pursed his lower lip, and walked over there.

When I came to the courtyard, I happened to meet a maid.

Father Shen asked casually.

"Miss hired an opera troupe to come to the house to listen to an opera?"

The servant girl shook her head when she heard the words, and replied: "It's the young lady who is singing."

Father Shen "..."

"what?"

At that moment, Father Shen suspected that his ears had misheard.

Qingqing is singing?

Why can she sing?

Father Shen walked in with disbelief, and when he saw the situation in the courtyard, Father Shen's feet suddenly stopped.

At some point in the courtyard, a stage with a height of more than ten feet was erected. The arrangement was perfect, the red cloth was hanging down, and the audience was full of audience.

The moment you walk in, you will feel in a trance that you are in the theater at the moment.

Shen's father's eyes fell on the girl on the stage wearing a female python costume, with pearls swaying, tassels swaying, and lotuses growing every step of the stage.

The usual fair little face was painted with thick makeup, the red eye makeup smudged the cheeks, and the film held a gemstone.

The people on the stage pinched their orchid fingers, threw off their sleeves, and their autumn eyes looked bright and vivid.

The voice is melodious, babbling, singing sad and heartfelt stories.

It took a long time for the audience to recover after the song ended.

Then there was warm applause from the audience.

"Miss sings so well!"

"Miss is great!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"..."

Mrs. Shen's eyes were filled with tears when she heard it below, and she kept clapping her hands in applause.

Mrs. Shen felt extremely sad in her heart.

When she first heard her daughter want to sing an opera, she thought it was ridiculous.

Her daughter has never heard of opera since she was a child, so how could she be able to sing!

But later, when she watched her daughter put on the female boa costume, put on makeup, and skillfully exchange knowledge of opera culture and a few key plot points when she will be on stage with the old masters in the backstage, Mrs. It is clear that she seems to have never really understood her daughter.

Mrs. Shen remembered what her daughter had said to them when she woke up after she had hanged herself.

Did they really know her?

No.

She and the master were simply imposing on her the qualities they wanted to see in their daughter.

It has always been what they want her to learn and know, but they never know what she likes and what she doesn't like.

Shen's father walked over numbly, the shock in his mind was still uncontrollable for a long time.

"Just now... is that Qingqing?"

Father Shen asked Shen mother blankly as if he hadn't recovered.

Hearing Shen's father's voice, Shen's mother turned her head and looked at Shen's father with red eyes, she choked up: "Master, I'm sorry Qingqing."