What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Kyoto, Drama Association.

In the auditorium, all the people at home gathered together.

Looking at the big screen in front of him, there was excitement in his eyes.

Amazing!

Before, I only knew that Xiao Han was good at creation, but I didn’t expect that the stage design was also so outstanding.

There are three stages, from the live performance on the big stage, to the real show in the middle, and then to the small puppet show stage at the end.

It seems to condense the life of an opera artist into one.

They felt the same way when they watched it.

It was the first time they had seen this form of publicity.

One can tell the effect just by looking at their expressions.

The elderly people in the front row communicated with each other through eye contact and were extremely satisfied with the show.

They were right about the person, and Xiao Han delivered a satisfactory answer.

This has explored a clear path to saving other minor music genres.

You can try it anywhere.

On the scene, the performance reached its climax after a short interlude.

Lin Qingluo picked up the microphone again, and this time she stood next to Xiao Han.

A voice from an opera suddenly rose up, and one's hair stood on end, as if one had taken a sip of an iced drink in the hot summer, and the refreshing feeling went straight to the depths of the heart and lungs.

It is like the sound of heaven, and it makes the listeners' pores dilate.

"Orchid fingers twist the world like water

Three-foot red stage, everything is turned into songs and music

Singing goodbye for a long time will not make you sad

The very red place turned gray

I wish someone would remember who

The best years

Whenever he has free time, Lin Qingluo will take time to practice opera.

Her teacher assigned her tasks and would check on her from time to time.

After systematic training, Lin Qingluo's opera singing has become fluent.

"Great! In such a short time, Lin Qingluo has already shown some of the demeanor of a master. Learning from a master is indeed the fastest way to improve."

"My ancestors really didn't lie to me. Something that has survived for thousands of years must have its own uniqueness. The more I listen to this opera, the more addictive it becomes. The more I listen, the more I feel it."

"It chills my heart. This opera voice chills my whole body~"

On the stage, the three performances began to change with Lin Qingluo's singing.

Their movements became faster and faster, as if they were indicating something.

Everyone's heart was also lifted.

It seems like something bad is about to happen.

On the small stage behind, the puppet's movements suddenly slowed down.

Turning around and looking back, it seems like there are many things I can't let go of.

At some point, a bonfire was lit on the stage in the middle, and in the flickering light, everything seemed so unreal.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky. Is winter here?

Xiao Han curled up, holding the puppet tightly in his arms, as if they were keeping each other warm.

"Even if you are tired, I dare not be tired

What can I use to warm you for a thousand years?

Wind and snow faintly autumn white hair tail

The bright lights wrinkle your brows"

Lin Qingluo sang softly, her voice already taking on a slight tone of crying.

She took light steps and returned to the side of the stage, leaving the stage to Xiao Han.

In the heavy snow, Xiao Han, wearing thin clothes, shivered in the same place.

The fire in front of me was getting smaller and smaller, and was about to go out.

Xiao Han hugged the puppet tightly, staring at the fire with struggling eyes.

Maybe he will fall here today.

This place will be his final resting place. At least, he is not left dead in the wilderness.

And he was accompanied by his closest confidant.

Looking down at the puppet in his arms, Xiao Han's eyes were full of tenderness.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his youth.

At that time, he had just learned how to carve and could only carve some simple small animals.

It was not until later that he began to try carving human-shaped puppets with the permission of his master.

Unlike Xiao Han, who is so young, he can carve puppets so well.

As the fire gradually died down, Xiao Han felt colder and colder.

When it reaches its limit, it starts to heat up again.

As if he realized something was wrong, two lines of hot tears flowed from his tightly closed eyes.

This performance was projected directly onto the big screen.

"Oh my god, is Xiao Han really not an actor? How can he act so well? This is definitely a professional level of acting."

"I am convinced. I have never been convinced by anyone since I was a child. Xiao Han is the only person I admire."

"This scene should be shown to the actors. Their acting is really beyond words."

In the front row, Dong'er raised her hand and wiped away her tears.

"Mom, my brother is so mean. He always tries to trick people into crying. He has to compensate me~"

As she spoke, Dong'er glanced at the stage and pouted.

Although it's sad, it sounds really good.

"If you shed a tear

If I grow old, I can accompany you

Turned into ashes in the smoke

It went perfectly.”

As Lin Qingluo sang, the puppet in Xiao Han's arms flew towards the fire.

The people in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

They had just carefully looked at this puppet on the big screen.

It is collectible quality, but I didn't expect this to be thrown into the fire.

They sighed and lamented that this was such a waste.

What a waste of resources.

If even they behave like this, let alone the live broadcast room.

"What is this for? Don't give it to me. Why throw it into the fire? My goddess! I want it so much~"

"Who designed this scene? I want to ask his elders. How could such a good puppet be burned? It's such a waste."

"This is out of print. If anyone has a high-resolution photo, please share it with me~"

"I used to like Xiao Han very much, but from this moment on I decided not to like him anymore~"

Just as netizens were expressing their regret, the puppet in the fire began to burn.

The flames started up again.

In his sleep, Xiao Han's frown slowly relaxed.

At this moment he felt so warm, as if he had returned to his long-lost home.

In the firelight, it seemed as if a pretty face was smiling at him, as if reminding him to take care of himself.

It was like saying goodbye to him for the final time.

A tear slowly slid down the corner of Xiao Han's eye.

On the two stages in front and behind, Song Yi and the puppet's movements became sluggish and stiff, as if their energy had been drained in an instant.

Become like a real puppet.

Watching this scene, the people in the audience sighed and rubbed their red eyes.

I didn’t expect that what Xiao Han wrote would be a tragedy.

It would be so sad to show it on stage.

When the puppet was thrown into the fire, Dong'er could no longer hold back her tears.

So sad, is this the ending of ancient dramatists? It's really a bit sad~

Lin Qingluo continued singing, repeating the last chorus.

Song Yi shook her long sleeves lightly and slowly fell onto the stage.

The heavy snow is still falling, as if foreshadowing some ending.

The lights on the stage began to dim.

At some point, the snow stopped and the fire went out.

Xiao Han, who was curled up in a ball, slowly stretched out his torso. He made it through.

The moment he woke up, he reached into his arms, but unfortunately there was nothing there.

Xiao Han froze in place for a moment.

He vaguely remembered everything that happened last night, and suddenly burst into tears and went forward to search in the fire.

Finally, he held a piece of clothes that had not yet burned in his hand and laughed crazily towards the sky.

But this laughter is so sad.

From now on, he is the only one left in this world.