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This old play finally sang to the point of separation between life and death.

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Xie Jin, Xu Muzhi┃ Supporting role: Cheng Dashi┃ Others:

Introduction to one sentence: Finally, I sang to the point of parting from life and death

Chapter 1 1

I don't know why I came here, this corridor so long that it's hard to see.The corridors are surrounded by hazy scenes, like mist and veils, making it difficult for people to find out where they are.

There seemed to be no one else here except me.

The death stillness seems to be tangible, and it has transformed into the most difficult snake body, one after another, they meandered and crawled, and soon climbed up my torso in twists and turns.In the long silence, I froze into a piece of dead wood, and I could only let the dead silence wrap around with the cold and sticky touch, let it tighten my limbs, let it block my five senses.

The feeling of numbness and suffocation lasted for a long, long time, until suddenly there was a sudden bang, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

This sudden sound was like a sharp sword piercing the air, piercing the dead silence unstoppably, but it ended in the heart, only hanging in vain, but the tip of the sword still trembled slightly, layer by layer towards the heart, as if unwilling Soaked in the cold air.

The extremely eerie silence before made the originally beautiful sound even more frightening.

Broken gasps and disordered heartbeats sounded together, making this voice accompaniment.In the slightly dull senses, they clamored back and forth and refused to give up.

"Qi Liang Ci Fu, Chen Sui flowers and willows, daily fragrance and love. The green shirt is snuggled up, and now I am a young Du Yangzhou. Thinking about Dai, pointing to chuīxiao, starting from spring. The scholar is thirsty and needs to be rescued urgently, but the setting sun is late Lou. Just had a glass of wine."

The melodious and low-pitched singing sounded from afar, clearly full of lingering and sentimental feelings, and it was bound to make the listener soft-hearted.

The voice became clearer and clearer, and the opera singer came out from behind the veil.

A palace fan is exposed first, followed by plain hands and red sleeves.

It was a student in a red official uniform.

The slightly dazzling bright color brought back my thoughts that I couldn't mobilize for a long time.

He is probably... Hou Fangyu in "Peach Blossom Fan", the opera lyrics were originally "Preface to Liangzhou" from "Mianxiang".

I have been to many theaters, even if I am blind to theater, I should have some impressions.

While thinking about it, he was already approaching, and while singing, he handed out the palace fan.

At this time, the first thing I noticed was actually the hand, I didn't pay much attention to it when I was far away, and I didn't know what the quality of a jade hand is until recently.

The ten fingers are slender, the roots are white and clean, like a cold light.

His eyes shifted to the palace fan, and before he settled down, he stopped singing this verse, and started another chant.

"Xiaosheng Henan Hou Chaozong has always longed for it, but now he has fulfilled his wish."

The palace fan was also passed forward again.

Hearing the word thirsty, he couldn't help but feel dazed, and after a daze, he raised his hand and took the palace fan.

But he quickly came back to his senses, thinking about it as if trying to cover up something.

It's messed up, this is originally the narration of "Wang Cui", why did it happen to be picked up here.

Attention was hastily shifted to the palace fan in his hand again.

"Li Yunmeng is so good that it invades the stars, and Xiaoyue's light and coldness paints the jade screen. The Phoenix pillow is thrown away, and the peach blossom fans are full of affection."

There is a small poem on the inscription on the fan. The handwriting is very familiar with Zanhua Xiaokai. It looks a bit like I wrote it by myself. I am probably used to Mrs. Wei's "Ancient Name Ji Tie".

The content of the little poem is not the yearning poem I thought it was in the play, but this one is more like a farewell poem.

His eyes were still fixed on the fan, and he was shocked again.

"Good sister, don't you dare to look at me?"

Youyou dàng was nine points coquettish and one point anger, so soft and charming that no one would notice that there was a needle hidden in the cotton.

No longer the mood in the play, at this moment Su Nuo is obviously weak, like a woman.

Could it be Kun Ling?

In recent years, although women have been allowed to enter and leave the theatre, most of them are wives and wives who are listening to the opera. Younger girls are still rare, let alone women who go on stage to sing for people to watch.

He also thought about why she was angry, maybe that red dress was really dazzling, since the first glimpse, his eyes always avoided her unconsciously, and drifted away to other places.

Caught off guard, a hand that I had secretly praised came over, the index finger pressed against the chin, and the thumb pressed the upper and lower lips. It felt cool to the touch.

Her movements were light and soft, but it made me tremble and tremble uncontrollably.

The line of sight slowly moved up from the bottom, and the pattern of her costume gradually revealed the whole picture.

A pair of lovebirds are adorned at the corner of the sleeves, which are just connected to the twin flower branches protruding from the bottom of the robe, just like a bird holding a flower branch in its mouth.The neckline is also full of pleasing flowers, and there are pairs of butterflies resting among the flowers and leaves.

This is putting all the hard work of the embroiderer on the body, nowhere is not beautiful, nowhere is not exquisite.

Looking up, it is her slender neck.His gaze almost went deep into the skin, but he couldn't find the Adam's apple.

Her hands were still exerting strength, her eyes could only stay for a while, and then she was forced to move up again.

The red lips are like flames, scorching fiercely, as if they want to burn the eyes of the onlookers.

The pink face and red makeup dyed the cheeks and eye area all over, especially the blush between the brows, which can be described as breathtaking.

She raised her eyebrows slightly at me, her eyes rippling slightly, and she called again in a low voice, "Good sister."