Chapter 772： New drama (2/2)

As he said, the western heir looked at his friend on the other side, with a little curiosity on his face: "Fendil, what's wrong with you? Why is it uneasy from the beginning?"

"I ... nothing, probably an illusion," Fendil, with short silver hair and tall sunlight, seemed a little nervous at the moment. He smiled and shook his head. "It has been a bit bad since just now. It feels like there is going to be trouble. "

Firmm suddenly became tense: "You mean that there will be a problem with today's premiere?"

Powerful transcendents often have “intuitive foresights” that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. Film did n’t quite understand this, only thinking that this intuition would be something like “prophecy”, so he heard Fendil ’s words. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"No, it's not like this," Fendil quickly waved to his friend. "Be confident, Firm, your work is excellent-look at Miss Amber's expression, she obviously likes this magic shadow drama."

Beside the monitor, Amber was staring at the picture on the holographic projection without blinking. She seemed to be completely immersed, but her ears shook after Fendil's voice dropped, and she said without looking back: "It's really good -At least some of the details are true. The mercenary who stole the ticket-although his trick is shallow, but he is really particular about it. Did you specifically find someone to guide you? "

"We went to the Sheriff's Bureau several times for this," Fillm bowed his head a little embarrassed. "The actor who played the mercenary was actually a thief ... I mean, he was a thief before."

"That's right," Gao Wen laughed. "I mean you are serious about this serious attitude."

As he talked, he turned his head, looking as if looking through the wall, in the direction of the projection hall next door.

Not only was Film and others very good at making the shadow drama.

Fendil's intuition ... it seemed pretty good.

...

The hall was quiet for more than two hours of screening.

It seemed a little strange to a group of civilians who entered the theater for the first time, and to Count Bahrain who was sitting with so many civilians for the first time.

Earlier than half of the phantom drama, the count of Bahrain realized one thing: in addition to the background in the picture, the castle, the manor, the palace and the like probably did not appear.

Except for the mercenary disguised as a knight and several old aristocratic knights who are obviously villains, the "knight" should really not appear.

Narrated psalms, heroic monologues, priests who symbolize gods, and philosophers and scholars who symbolize wise nobility, should not appear.

The story is not complicated, and at least for the count of Bahrain-it is not too interesting.

Most of the things in it were inaccessible, incomprehensible, and unable to resonate for the nobleman from the capital.

But he still read the whole story seriously, and noticed that everyone in the hall was completely immersed in the story of the "Mage Shadow Drama".

When the story came to an end, the ship that had experienced bumps and hurdles, passed the war blockade, survived the monster and mechanical failure, and finally reached the port city in the south. The audience was surprised to find that there was one of them A very familiar figure even appeared on the screen of the magic shadow drama-the well-loved witch guest guested a receptionist responsible for registering immigrants, and even the famous businessman, Kede Mr. Cod, the boss of the Family Affairs Company, also played a guide on the dock.

And the ending of the whole story is more updated: after the subtitles of "several years later" flashed, the immigrants who have settled down in the southern area appear on the screen. They use memories to describe their previous experience on the boat. The experience of starting life in a new home, the final scene of the magic shadow drama, is dozens of intercepted small pictures together, dozens of characters in the projection said in unison:

"Yes, that's how we started our new life."

The picture gradually faded, and the list of actors began to appear on the holographic projection screen.

Count Bahrain breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to get up, but a soft voice suddenly came from the seat behind him:

"Yes, that's how we started our new life ..."

The earl of Bahrain froze, and before turning around, he heard more voices coming from nearby:

"Yes, that's how we started our new life ..."

Many still looked at the direction of the extinguished crystal array, and many still repeated the last line softly.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in this city are immigrants, or refugees.

They have experienced everything in the story-leaving the country for a long time, taking a long journey, taking roots in strange land, working, building their own houses, and cultivating their own land ...

There is no story that can impress people sitting here like Immigration.

Gradually, applause finally rang, and the applause grew more and more louder and louder, and it rang through the hall.

With applause from around, Count Bahrain suddenly heard Victoria Wilder's voice in his ears:

"They came here to watch other people's stories, but they saw themselves in the stories.

"Mr. Bahrain, what do you think of this story?"