Article 498

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Chu Wanning was originally unwilling to watch this kind of trick. First, because the tricks in the world were too clumsy. He could see through the mystery at a glance, which would have lost a lot of fun and excitement. Second, because the theatergoers were crowded and the scene was lively. Extraordinary, making him unable to tolerate it.

He was not interested, and Shi Mo was not interested either. Both of them planned to leave. Mo Ran did not speak, walked beside them, and finally looked back at the stage.

The teacher said gently: "Let's go, it's too late to go back, the Lord should be worried."

"Um."

Mo Ran didn't say much, lowered his head and followed. But after walking a few steps, I heard Allen Chu lightly ask: "Do you want to see it?"

"It plays Wang Kai and Shi Chong fighting for wealth, which is quite interesting."

He didn't say he wanted to see it, nor did he say he didn't want to see it, but Allen Chu quietly listened to what he said and said: "Then go back and read it before leaving."

The teacher was slightly startled: "Master, if you stay for dinner, you have already delayed the time to hand over the commission. If you stay to watch the show again..."

Chu Wanning said: "Just watch this one, and leave after watching it."

The teacher was very gentle and said with a smile: "Okay, listen to the master."

The three of them returned to the stage and squeezed into the lively crowd. Many of the Limin in Linyi had never been to Sichuan before, and had never seen Sichuan opera. They were amazed by the flying sleeves and the dazzling face changes. The short children could not see the stage, and some were held up by adults to ride on them. On the neck, some climbed up on the table and looked around with their feet up.

"The king gave me the coral and jade tree, which is precious and radiant—"

"Wang Kai" and "Shi Chong" on the stage were trying their best to grab wealth and glory, blushing and trying to push each other down.

"Fifty miles of purple silk pave the way back, who can be the one to do it?"

"Okay! Hahaha, let's do it again!"

The eyes of everyone watching the show were filled with light. Children stuffed cakes in their mouths, freed their hands to follow the adults and clapped their hands as hard as they could.

This is not a world of spiritual cultivation with all the trappings of manners. No one is sitting around watching a show. They are sipping jasmine tea. The attendants are pinching their backs, and the maids are fanning their hands. The air-conditioning in the audience is so cool that even the actors on the stage are less interested in singing. The taste is boring, a song called "Farewell to My Concubine" sounds like "Farewell to a Cricket".

These people were simple and clumsy, full of enthusiasm. They all stood and applauded, stamped their feet and shouted. They were vulgar and lively. Chu Wanning stood in this làngcháo with his chest against his back, and he didn't know how to deal with it. A boring person like him would probably rather sit in the upper cultivation world and listen to the turtles saying goodbye to each other than watch Wang Kai fight in the crowd. Shi Chong's.

There was another person who didn't like this intense emotion as much as he did.

Shi Mo stood there for a while, seemingly having a headache due to the sound of the suona and cymbals, but he still stood there with good temper, until a big man next to him became so excited that he jumped because of the part about "breaking the coral tree". He stood up and clapped his hands violently, but accidentally bumped into the tea that another man next to him was holding and drinking. The hot tea splashed all over Shi Mei in front of him.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Immortal Lord, I'm really sorry, look at how clumsy I am."

The teacher said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's not in the way."

But the clothes were dirty and wet. He sighed and said helplessly to Chu Wanning: "Master, why don't I go back first, change my clothes, and then tell the Lord the results of the assignment."

Chu Wanning said: "Okay, be careful on your own road."

The teacher smiled, said hello to Mo Ran, and left first. Allen Chu thinks his escape technique is good, why not find someone to bump into? This way, you don't have to be overwhelmed by enthusiastic people. Just as he was thinking like this, he suddenly heard another burst of cheers and cheers around him. He raised his eyes and looked towards the stage. It turned out that the character playing Wang Kai had become so angry that his beard was boiling with anger and he had a fire in his mouth. Suddenly a huge stream of hot flames was spit out towards the river.

"boom--"

The river is rippling, and the sparkling water waves are soaked in orange-red.

"Wow! Good!"

"Spit up again! Again!"

"..." Chu Wanning didn't understand. What's so good about this... Let Xue Meng come over and burn it hundreds of times without a fire bag.

In the absence of interest, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the burning smile next to him. The tall man didn't need to step on his feet at all, he just stood there calmly, and no one could block his sight. His handsome face was illuminated by the firelight, with deep dimples and soft but profound eyes, as if there were flashing thoughts inside that no one could really see.

Aware of Chu Wanning's gaze, he turned back, but smiled brighter. His black eyes seemed a little moist, and there seemed to be nothing, just Chu Wanning's illusion.

"When I was a kid, I used to go outside the theater to listen to this play. Every time I couldn't wait until the play was finished, I would be driven away by the uncle in charge." Mo Ran's tone was casual and calm, "This is the first time I have listened to the whole play. Yes...Do you like it, Master?"

"..."

Allen Chu looked into his eyes and finally said.

"Well, not bad."

The ink-burning smile bloomed, and the night seemed to have brightened up. A faint chant suddenly appeared on the stage, and it ended and started again. The black eyebrows were like smoke, and the indigo feathers were rustling. The king was exhausted, and how can I live a life as a humble concubine——

"Oh, Farewell My Concubine." Mo Ran turned his head and looked at it, smiling, "Let's go, I'm satisfied after reading Dou Fu, let's go back."

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