Chapter 200： A dream (1/2)
Face and lizi said that if you lose face, you still have lining, and you can't hold face without lining.
Tens of thousands of people have been dyed into green grass. From a distance, it seems that the green area of Qinshan Wushu School has suddenly expanded a lot. Dozens of waterwheels drove into the square for people to simply wash and rinse.
After a very sincere apology from the school, everyone laughed at each other, and it passed.
A person’s embarrassment is really embarrassing. When everyone is like this, there are two very famous explanations before the cataclysm. One is called Songkran and the other is called Carnival.
Even the most hypocritical and hardest to provoke in-service personnel of the scientific research institute on weekdays can't see the slightest dissatisfaction. This is the confidence of Qinshan Martial Arts School. Which father can guarantee that his little rabbit will not come to Qinshan for a while. ...Well, there is a special case in the base city, such as the one with the surname Zhao who can't afford it.
”Everyone Bai...ooh... it's everyone Bai who is on stage!”
”That's not right, isn't everyone the finale, why did you play early?”
The host’s voice was full of fanatical worship, “Today, our school is fortunate to invite everyone from Bai to present an excerpt from the ancient song Peony Pavilion for you. It’s a dream.”
I saw Bai Suren wearing a plain white ink and wash embroidered shawl, a pink stand-up collar embroidered shirt, a white background bluegrass pattern embroidered horse skirt, a large bun, a long green braid hanging behind his head, and a net on the bun. Zihua, full of precious light shimmering, all kinds of diamonds and gemstones are inlaid on it, and the halves of grass flowers are separated by the digging of Fei Cui ears, and the peaches of Xiaofeng are turned upside down.
Then there were hairpins, hairpins, step yao, tanzi scattered on the hair, shaking slightly.
Just by this side of the head, everyone present was speechless, covering almost all materials such as stone, bamboo, jade, bone, gold, silver, shellfish, agate, amber, diamonds, and even a little bit of diamond-like dust. The high-end source crystal.
People say that every step has a weeping pearl, and every step is shaking.
Bai Suren floated on stage like a light cloud, and the wind in the open air never stopped, and Zhu Cui did not make any sound until she stood back in the center of the stage, gently holding a voice, all kinds of Only then did the tassel beads emit a long and crisp sound.
A voice seemed to sigh,
”Women in the world are sentimental, rather like Du Li Niang!”
”Dream of a person is sick, and sickness is even ill. It is described as hand-painted, and it is passed on to the world and then died.”
The sound was so light that it caught in your ears, like a breeze blowing on your face, and like snowflakes in June, disappearing in a flash.
”Hey, I finally heard everyone Bai's Peony Pavilion again...”
”Why doesn't this chanter come on stage?”
”There is a tone and a tone, just a few utterances, it's a worthwhile trip!”
”Ignorance, this utterance is the ability of everyone in the ventral language of Bai Bai, I don't know it?”
Chanting again,
”Love doesn't know where it started, but goes deeper”
”The living can die, and the death can live”
”Those who cannot live and die, and those who die cannot be resurrected, are not in love.”
In just a few words, they led everyone into a distant place they had never reached before.
Bai Su Ren opened his mouth slightly and sang,
”The dream returns to Yingbo, the chaos is full of years, and the man sets up a small courtyard.”
Lin Chou took a breath, this...
As soon as the singing went on, Wan Lai was quiet, and it seemed that even the wind had died down, only the voiceless singing was subtle and tactful.
Somewhere in the audience, Zhao Ziyu and Si Kong were sitting together. Yes, there were two carefully carved chairs made of nephrite that were warm in winter and cool in summer.
There were fifty bodyguards with the lowest rank and second-tier bodyguards, and they forced a shadow for the two of them.
On the stage, deep and lingering tunes sang repeatedly.
In the audience, Sikong's eyes were already empty and his mouth opened.
”If the one above is not a white veteran, I think this young master is already in love...”
Zhao Ziyu drank the cold salt soda, curled his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.