Chapter 1650 Except for Liyuan, There Is No Such Song [66]

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On the second floor, leaning against the handrail of the corridor, this place has a good view, and can almost see the scenery on the stage downstairs.

As soon as Jing Yanxiu sat down, he heard a loud gong beating. He slightly pursed his lips and turned his head to look over.

Various musical instruments such as the Beijing erhu were played simultaneously, the curtain was opened, and a good show began.

The people in the whole theater quieted down by coincidence, watching the good show in front of them very seriously.

Babbling on the stage, singing about the rise and fall of the country, the fireworks of the war burned across the vast and distant land, and what smelled past was the chaotic period of the flames of war.

Looking at the girl on the stage, Jing Yanxiu's eyes gradually lost focus, as if through her at that moment, Jing Yanxiu once again felt the turmoil and bloody helplessness on the battlefield, mixed with people's helplessness and Cries for help.

The rise and fall of the family and the country, the shattering of mountains and rivers, the pain of subjugation, and the decline of the Qing Dynasty.

Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun separate and reunite, and the grief of separation and reunion expresses the sense of rise and fall in comfort.

The people in the audience entered the play, feeling the grief firsthand, feeling helpless, and hating the intruder extremely.

He just sat there and looked at her quietly with sideways eyes.

The rage that had been aroused outside the gate of Wangqiu Tower seemed to calm down slowly at this moment.

Second Master Jing lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes were long and thick, and fell lightly under his eyelids. The tear mole at the end of the eye is cool and calm.

He turned his fingers unhurriedly, his slender body leaned coldly on the soft chair, his military uniform was slightly cold. The broad shoulders look straight and hard, lingering and clear.

Jing Erye doesn't understand opera, and he doesn't like to listen to opera. Now he heard the name of the song sung in the audience by chance, he had never heard it before, and he didn't know what it was babbling about.

But he was able to accurately feel the emotions that the people in the play wanted to convey to him without the words and lyrics.

In the age of war, many people cannot help themselves, and human life is like ants. If one goes, there will be others. If you don't follow, you will die. If you follow, you will still die. It's just that what the former dies is the body, and what the latter dies is the heart.

Is the involuntary subjugation helpless?

Second Master Jing pursed his thin lips slightly, and looked at the girl on the stage with lowered eyes.

The snow-white fingertips that were turning the fingers stopped slowly, and the eyes were still indifferent and calm, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to be mixed with something else.

The country will not die, and you will not be helpless in troubled times.

Because, you have him.

You are not Li Xiangjun, nor is he Hou Fangyu.

You are his... Qingqing.

The light golden tassels on the shoulders swayed gently, and the cold military uniform revealed the coldness that repelled people thousands of miles away. The light golden buttons held the pocket watch and stuck it into one side pocket.

The slender fingers were wrapped in white gloves, and the fingertips on the lining became more and more slender and skinny.

The young and beautiful warlord sat on the soft chair indifferently, quietly watching the scene on the stage. He didn't move, his eyes fell on the audience, the tea on the table slowly turned from warm to cold, and the mid-morning sun gradually shone brighter.

It wasn't until the gong sounded and the curtain was drawn that he trembled his long eyelashes and woke up like a dream.

After watching Li Shijin's aftertaste, he was extremely shocked, and really felt that this scene was endlessly memorable. Li Shijin's heart was extremely passionate and impassioned, and he admired Shen Wanqing even more.

How... how could there be a person who could sing the opera into people's hearts, and couldn't get it away?

Li Shijin got up and walked to the backstage, and a certain master on the second floor also got up and left without saying a word, his eyes were calm, his lips were pursed. Seeing this, Adjutant Su behind him hastily followed.