At this time, Xiao Er came up with a few books and walked to the shelf behind Jing Rong where the wine was placed, ready to put the books in his hand at the foot of the shelf.
Ji Yunshu noticed!
"etc."
She stopped aloud.
The little second-hand paused and turned to ask, "Is there something wrong with the guest officer?"
"Are you going to put the book there?"
"Yeah! The corner of this shelf has been unstable. The master didn't come to fix it, so I can only make do with books temporarily!"
"How can the book of sages be placed under the bottom corner? It's better for you to go outside and find a rock."
"what?"
"Give me the book."
Xiao Er was dumbfounded and gave Ji Yunshu a few books in his hand.
Then go down to find the stone.
Ji Yunshu held the book in his hand, looking at the dull color of the paper, it had been several years, the four corners were also worn out, and there were places where it was smoked.
She turned to the title page and saw a name written on it.
stunned for a moment!
Seeing that she was stunned, Jing Rong took another book to read.
He was also stunned for a while, and said, "Song Zhi?"
That's right, these books are the poetry books Song Zhi published five years ago.
Bai Yin was curious: "Song Zhi? The Song Zhi who invited us to dinner?"
impossible!
Ji Yunshu flipped through the first poem and read it out: "Yechu Puyun Mountain, near Huangsang Lianzhi, the old man looked at the west building, and thought about tea and wine for an inch."
"Good poetry, really good poetry." Jing Rong admired her heart, "Those who can write such poems are very talented."
"I didn't expect that Song Gongzi was a great poet yesterday!"
Bai Yin interjected again: "It can be seen that he is so embarrassed, how can there be a literati like him?"
Do not believe!
Xiao Er picked up a flat stone and just came back.
Ji Yunshu held the book in his hand and asked, "May I ask if this book of poems belongs to a poet named Song Zhi?"
Xiao Er nodded: "Yes! It was just before."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"This Song Zhi used to be a poet, but then he stopped writing poetry."
"why?"
Little Er was very regretful and said, "I don't know why, so I became a storyteller and wrote plays for the troupe. It's strange. Good poets don't do that, they do that kind of thing."
In Huyi, storytelling is an extremely undervalued industry!
Even a little lowly!
Ji Yunshu thought about it for a while, then poured out some scraps of silver and stuffed it into the second hand, saying, "I want these poems."
"what?"
"Why, not for sale?"
"That's not it."
"Then when I bought it."
"Okay!" Little Er happily put the money into his arms and said, "Can you still have it? I still have several books here."
"No."
"Then don't disturb the meal."
The little one left happily.
Ji Yunshu likes the poems written by Song Zhi, and every poem is amazing.
It's just that if a good poet doesn't do it, how can he become a storyteller
After eating, a few people went to Zhaojiaban's opera house. At this time, it was already dark.
There were many people in the theater.
The stage built in the opera house is very large. The first floor is full of stools and tables, and the second floor is a semi-circular building that wraps the stage, which is a specially designed elegant seat.
According to the ticket stubs, Jing Rong and the three found the best seat on the second floor to sit down.
The troupe served a good pot of tea and three saucers of peanuts.
The curtain was pulled on the stage, and the inside could not be seen.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
Ji Yunshu looked around and saw Song Zhi's guy walking in with a bag tied with a rope, so he could tell what was in the kitchen at a glance.
Song Zhi took the ticket and found his seat, which was at the front of the first floor.
Jing Rong followed Ji Yunshu's gaze and saw Song Zhi.
He said: "It's really fate."
"It is indeed fate!"
Song Zhi sat upright and put the things in his hands gently on the ground, for fear of bumping into them.
After all, it is for food.
And this time, the play has already begun!
The person working in the playbook picked out a few lanterns hanging around them and blew them out.
Except for the light on the stage, it was dark all around.
Pay attention to the atmosphere!
It's a play about ghosts after all.
Ji Yunshu was looking forward to staring at the stage.
Sit back and wait for that good show to be praised.
"Boom, da..." The tune rang out.
The hearts of the people also tightened.
The huge curtain was slowly pulled open.
The first scene is that Hua Dan and Xiaosheng are married.
Hua Dan wears delicate makeup and wears a red costume, holding a red silk silk in her hand and Xiaosheng at the other end.
The male protagonist in the play is named Liang Sheng and the female protagonist is named Furong.
Hua Dan covered her head with a red cover, with a shy smile on her face, and sang: "The red candle is in the tent, and I love you, Lang Jun is here on a good day, and I have a life and death. I look forward to covering my head today, Lang Jun! Know the spring dawn."
Xiaosheng tugged at the red silk and sang in an echo: "I have you now, put the moon into the skirt, I am firm to live up to the red silk, and I will make the red silk smile."
Sing beautifully!
The picture is also very beautiful!
It was quiet down there, watching without blinking.
are very envious.
Soon, the candles on the stage went out, and the first act was over.
In the second scene, Liang Sheng and Furong are in love with each other, the woman weaving cloth and the man ploughing the fields.
In the third act, Xiangxin, a young lady from a large family, appears and meets Liang Sheng.
Xiangxin fell in love with him at first sight, with a delicate red makeup on her face, and sang: "Liang Lang's wind is like a willow head, and the little girl's heart can't be rejected. I would like to spend a cup of wine entangled in joy and spend the night at the bedside."
Liang Sheng was delighted and slowly approached her.
Immediately he put his arms around her.
Two people lingering / lingering all night.
In the fourth act, Liang Shenghua put on a ferocious make-up. For the sake of his future and money, he stunned Furong during the meal, then scratched her face and pushed her down a dry well.
Furong screamed!
Since then, Liang Sheng's carp leaped over the Dragon Gate and married Xiangxin to become a rich man.
The people below were all sweating.
Even more angry.
In the fifth act, the atmosphere on the stage changed, and the music became weird and creepy.
Furong crawled out from the bottom of the well, covered in blood, her face was smashed, and she looked terrifying.
She cried and sang: "Your heart is pushing me to death, I hate him for disregarding his past feelings, if he breaks, he will die."
After singing, she tore off her face and put on a beautiful mask.
His eyes were full of hatred.
In the sixth act, Furong attracts Liang Sheng's attention with her new face, and Liang Sheng meets her every night.
As a result, Xiangxin ran into him, Liang Shengxin was stunned, killed Xiangxin, and threw him into the dry well.
The atmosphere is tense!
In the seventh act, everyone in the audience held their breath.
Furong tore off her mask, revealing her hideous appearance.
Liang Sheng was frightened and terrified.
Fleur brutally tore off his flesh.
The eighth act is the last one.
On the stage, the ghost lady Furong, dressed in white, knelt in front of the tomb made of loess, holding the soil while crying.
Coming soon to the most classic drama!
Ji Yunshu saw that his mood was ups and downs.
I only heard the ghost lady lying in front of the grave crying and singing: "Looking at Jun disbonding under the tree and turning into fireworks, I have to... uh!"
The sound stopped abruptly!
People don't know.
look at each other.
I saw the ghost lady Furong holding the loess in her hands, her hands trembling and her pupils widened.
Even though she had put on makeup, she still could see the terrified look on her face.
finally-
Sit back on the ground. Fingers trembling pointed at the pile of loess.