Ye Yunxi didn't know what Lin Shuangye was thinking, and she didn't care what Lin Shuangye thought.
Whatever she thinks, she didn't come here to win an award, and secondly, she didn't come to be the president of the student council, so she is really not afraid!
Dear, what skills do you have, you can come here at will, i don't care!
When the host finished the curtain call, the whole stage was instantly plunged into darkness.
Only a few booths in the distance are brightly lit.
Sleeping Beauty, a foreign fairy tale, tells the story of a witch who cursed a princess to be stabbed to death with a spindle, but the kind fairies changed the curse into a deep sleep, and were finally awakened by the prince's kiss, living happily.
But the script that Su Shasha and the others performed was completely different from the original script. What they performed was a dark version of Sleeping Beauty!
A light is turned on on the stage, illuminating a small European medieval town.
The foggy town is dark and dirty.
Beggars and refugees huddled in the corner, and the nobles who came and went commanded and commanded, aloof.
Here, there is no kindness.
The narration fell silent, a door opened, and a young man was pushed out.
"Go away! Poor man, you want to take my daughter without money?"
The man left dejectedly.
"Poor ghost, do you only have this little money on you? Court death!"
In the corner, the robbers punched and kicked the robbed, annoyed at the lack of money.
"Beautiful lady, look, how well this necklace suits you!"
But for the rich, people are extremely sought after, wishing they could post the whole person.
This is, society.
The black-robed witch walked out quietly holding a magic wand.
Her appearance made everyone's eyes subconsciously look over.
Among the dilapidated, only this bit of black is particularly attractive.
This is an arrogant and glamorous witch.
The deep v-neck tight-fitting dress outlined a slender and perfect figure, and the long trailing tail blended into the darkness of the backstage, as if she was the embodiment of darkness.
The thick black feather collar on the shoulders revealed a fair and beautiful face, red lips like blood, and cold black eyes.
She wore a hat that looked like a devil's horn, and her jet-black long hair fell down like a waterfall, slicing across her fair skin, black and white, so obvious that people couldn't look away.
At that moment, everyone subconsciously stared at Ye Yunxi, tightly, as if their souls were sucked in by her.
The witch raised her chin arrogantly, her neck stretched out a beautiful and firm arc, and her extremely cold eyes looked down on all the ugliness, vanity and love in this world without any emotion.
Dirty streets are still filthy.
Looting bandits are still rampant.
Inflammation still exists.
Evil is spreading.
But the black-robed witch just passed by slowly, with an expressionless face and an unusually cold heart.
She walked slowly, but every step seemed to be walking in people's hearts.
There was silence, and people stared at her until she slowly disappeared at the end of the stage.
dark.
The stage was dark again.
The narrator continued: The world goes on day after day, but there is joy in the palace, because the king welcomed his first child, the only princess.
Immediately afterwards, the stage was lit up, and the background was the luxurious and beautiful palace, which was incompatible with the filth just now.
The king and queen sat on the throne, surrounded by nobles and officials who came to congratulate.
People sent expensive gifts and blessings, and even many witches in white robes waved their magic wands with joy, sending blessings to the little princess in her swaddling baby.