Reborn in another world, the boss loves me to the core

Su Xian practiced for a while and then felt a strange feeling.

This body seems to be quite familiar with Peking Opera. She performs these movements without feeling unfamiliar, as if she has practiced them countless times and finally becomes a memory engraved in her body.

She was just surprised and didn't think it was very powerful, but Du Xiaojun was horrified.

Su Xian's movements were graceful and professional, as if he had practiced them thousands of times. This was not something a newcomer could do.

"Xiao Su, try singing two verses." She couldn't help but say.

Hand over the script of "The Legend of White Snake".

Su Xian took the script and the singing method automatically appeared in his mind, as if he had just forgotten it before.

"There are such beautiful lakes and mountains in the world...Although it is called Broken Bridge, the bridge was never broken, and tourists passed by in twos and threes on the Pavilion Bridge..."

At the beginning, the voice was jerky, as if the voice was not open, but as it went on, it became brighter and brighter, fully displaying the liveliness, briskness, and impassionedness of the Xipi accent.

Su Xian seemed to have entered a wonderful realm.

She saw that she was studying Peking Opera with a man. During the spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and summer, she had been practicing basic skills for ten years, but she had never performed on stage.

She was immersed in her own world, completely forgetting her surroundings, and not paying attention to Huo Li, who was leaning against the door, folding his hands on his chest, and his eyes fell on her.

Du Xiaojun's eyes became brighter and brighter. When Su Xian finished singing these two verses, his guess became more and more certain, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Teacher Su, are you following me?"

I can’t sing, I’ve never sung before, is that true? It's true.

But deep in her memory, a man seemed to say to her: "What a pity, it's a waste of your talent."

"Teacher Sakonqiu," she blurted out.

As soon as the three words came out, Huo Li frowned imperceptibly, and his eyes instantly became cold and indifferent.

Du Xiaojun's eyes flashed with clarity: "It turns out to be Master Zuo. I heard that Master Zuo has a closed disciple, but no one has seen it or heard of it. I thought it was just a rumor."

"Teacher Su, you don't need to learn from me. I can't teach you. You just neglect to practice. So, you come here to practice for two hours every day and maintain your condition. It's a pity to go to filming. .”

Su Xian was in a state of confusion, as if a part of his body that was not his was awakening.

If all the memories of the original owner are revived, will she still be her?

When she walked out of the backstage, she saw Huo Li sitting in the audience. The actress was swaying her sleeves on the stage. He was looking at it very seriously.

She quietly sat next to him, turned her head, and saw that his eyes were deep, his emotions were always reserved, and nothing could be seen.

The fact that Xiaomao can learn Peking Opera must be with his consent. How could he not know that Xiaomao is proficient in Peking Opera?

But she didn't understand it at all, and she didn't even know what else Kitty had learned.

Didn't he really doubt that he was no longer that cat?

Although the memory begins to merge, it is not active, but passive.

It needs to be triggered by relevant events to integrate, just like learning Peking Opera today.

Or when she sees the person in her original memory, she will merge related memories, such as the Huo family's uncle.

"The dean gave me two tickets as a gift. It's this weekend. Are you free?" she asked softly.

Huo Li did not answer, only said: "Let Yulou take you back, I have something else to do."

After saying that, he stood up, feeling indescribably distant and indifferent.

Su Xian didn't seem to expect that his attitude would change so drastically, and he felt panic rising in his heart.

I couldn't help but ask: "Will you come back tonight?"

There was still hope in his eyes.

But after asking, I regretted it. Why did this feeling feel so much like an abandoned woman asking her romantic husband?

Her face looked a little ugly.

The man paused, but said nothing.

Su Xian felt a dense pain in his heart. The pain became more and more intense, as if there were countless needles pricking him.

She grabbed her clothes and stooped her waist, but she let go and sat upright in an instant.

After coming out of the theater, it was getting dark, the street lights were dim, and snowflakes were falling.

Su Xian looked back at the theater.

"Miss, the master asked me to take you home." Yulou opened the car door and said meticulously.

Home, there is no home here, it is just a lonely soul in another world.

Su Xian felt angry in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was towards himself or Huo Li.

Suddenly I didn't want to go back. They weren't going back anyway, so why were I guarding that shabby house?

"Send me back to school."

But after a moment, she changed her mind.

"Forget it, let's go back to Yuyushan."

The night was dark and the snow was falling heavier and heavier. Su Xian lay on the bed, trying hard to recall more things.

The house was large and there were many people there, but at this moment she felt frighteningly empty and lonely.

"Brother, I want to learn this." The four-year-old Xiaomaoer pointed at the stage and said to the boy next to him.

The boy was eleven or twelve years old, handsome and handsome, a little more childlike than he is now.

The eyebrows are sharp and showy.

The young man raised his eyebrows.

"Does the kitten like singing?"

"Yes, I like it."

"why do you like it?"

"Because... you like it, so I've learned to sing it to you." Mao Mao'er said seriously.

Huo Li invited Zuo Jinqiu to be her master.

I have been studying for ten years since then.

She is extremely talented, has absolute pitch, and has a very good voice. The master is very satisfied with her, but she does not want to perform on stage and just wants to sing for him alone.

The master said she wasted her talent and the stage was where she should be.

The master said that if she stood on the stage, she would amaze everyone.

The master has high expectations for her.

But she has no interest in the stage at all.

The master was very disappointed, but he did not criticize her harshly. He only said to her: "Xiao Xiaoling, you have already graduated. If you want to perform on stage one day, come and see me."

Then he left.

Xiaomaoer practices every day and waits for Huo Li to come back.

She was very happy every time she sang for him.

But then why didn’t you sing?

No matter how hard Su Xian tried, he couldn't remember it. It seemed that Mao'er had also lost this memory.

Or, a special medium is needed!

She had a splitting headache and her body couldn't help but curl up.

It took quite a while before things gradually improved.

At this time, there was a theater.

"Sir, the lady has returned to Yutang Mountain." Yulou replied in a low voice.

"Yeah" there was no emotion in the voice.

After a while, Yulou heard him ask: "She didn't make trouble?"

"The young lady initially said she wanted to go back to school, but then she immediately changed her mind."

Huo Li chuckled, and his mood improved inexplicably.

The little claws of the fairy puppet are quite sharp.

The theater building is small and antique. There is an octagonal pavilion under the stage. There are Eight Immortals chairs and Eight Immortals tables in the pavilion, with a pot of tea boiling on the table.

Across the wind and snow, Huo Li rested his head on his hands and looked at the stage with a lazy look.

The last part of "Farewell My Concubine" was being sung on the stage, and Xiang Yu was besieged on all sides.

Yu Ji is sad and touching.

"I would like to use the sword on the king's waist to kill myself in front of you..."

The song "Farewell My Concubine" is finished.

Yu Ji flicked her sleeves and came down from the stage with graceful steps.

〈PS: The operas in this article come from the Peking Opera "The Legend of White Snake" and "Farewell My Concubine")