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"Dong dong dong."

Hearing a clear knock on the door, Xiaoshi, who was still a little confused in her pajamas, opened the door and saw the always neatly dressed and radiant Miss Junsha.

"You, why are you here? There is no performance today."

"Let's not talk about it for now," Junsha entered the room as if she didn't see anyone else, sat on the bedside and joked:

"You've never learned how to sleep in. You'll get fat if you do."

Xiaoshi shook her head with a dry smile and said nothing.

Junsha looked at the girl who kept her head down, moved closer, and asked:

"You didn't go out all day yesterday, did you? You still can't make a decision?"

"After all, it was the most important thing to my parents before they passed away. All the sweat and effort have been put into it. How can you let me give up just because I just want to?"

"That's what you said wrong," Junsha seemed to have found a flaw and raised her long and narrow eyebrows, "Isn't the most important thing to parents about their children? Is there anything more important than this?"

"Well, yes"

Xiaoshi fell into memories after hearing this, and the conversation fell into silence for a while.

"Forget it, I still like to be straightforward." Junsha stood up suddenly, looked at Xiao Shi who was looking over here and smiled heartily: "You have raised a good elf, maybe you don't have to worry about this anymore."

Xiao Shi looked up blankly and blinked, as if I didn't understand anything.

Until she got dressed and was pulled under the stage by Jun, looking at the video in the illustrated book, the newspaper that had just been released, and the elves' perfect rehearsal on the stage, she was grateful, surprised, ashamed, and self-blame. Her heart was extremely complicated. He looked up at the sky with a mixture of tears and smiles on his little face, and did not lower his head for a long time.

At the ticket office of the theater, Shuhui looked at the long queue and shook her head with a wry smile.

She is a frequent visitor to this theater and runs an orchard. Since Xiaoshi helps her a lot, she comes to the theater from time to time to chat. On weekends, she takes her six-year-old grandson to enjoy the elf performances.

Although she is over 50 years old, she is still energetic. She can complete the hard work of picking fruits from trees and carrying them to the car by herself. On the contrary, she feels helpless when she sees such a huge crowd.

"Grandma, why are there so many people today?"

In order to prevent him from getting lost, he was tightly held by his grandmother, which made him, who is usually lively and active, a little unbearable.

"I don't know, I don't usually have to queue up."

She counted the people in line in front of her and fanned herself with the newspaper she brought along.

This was the Quiet Town Daily published this morning. After reading the newspaper, she quickly brought her grandson to the theater. The time was much earlier than usual, and she planned to find Xiao Shi herself to find out the inside story.

As a result, we encountered more enthusiastic audiences, but there was a long queue here.

After half an hour, the front was much brighter, with only one or two figures left. Shuhui, who was taking out the illustrated book and preparing to pay, accidentally glanced at it and saw an illustrated book that was also red, but with a slightly different structure. She inserted it into the front toll gate, but everything was normal after that, and she didn't care. She just vaguely saw the owner of the illustrated book wearing a sun hat and long flowing golden hair.

Lisa, who put away the illustrated book, lifted up her looser skirt and entered the theater. She patrolled the entrance for a week, nodded slightly, and put down the hem of her skirt.

She is a bit picky about the hygiene of the environment. If it does not meet her expectations, she will be disgusted in her heart even if she does not show it.

After confirming that someone was cleaning this place frequently, Lisa looked at the little boy on the right who was wearing a white suit and also had blond hair, and couldn't help but remind her softly:

"Be careful, Alvin, this is not our home."

"I know, Mom, I'm not a three-year-old kid anymore."

Ivan curled his lips habitually, and then couldn't help but look left and right, walking back and forth curiously, making the mother behind him couldn't help but sigh.

"Evan, stop running around, find a place to sit down first, and don't cause trouble to others."

"Okay, Mom."

Seeing the audience pouring in at the entrance, the education he received since childhood made him restrain himself and obey his mother's arrangements, but he made a new request:

"Mom, I can choose my own position."

"Yes," Lisa touched his head and replied, "but generally speaking, the middle position has the best viewing effect."

"Usually" smart Alvin heard the key point in the words, "Mom, have you never been to a place like this?"

In his mind, his gentle and wise mother seemed to be omniscient. She knew all the customs and customs of each region, and there were few problems that could stump her.

"It's not like I've been to everywhere," Lisa said with a smile, as if she had read through his thoughts, "but as for the theater, I only went there a few times seven or eight years ago. At that time, it was the most popular place for theater performances. When he was popular, he met your father later and traveled to various regions, but there were not many opportunities to stay and enjoy the performances."

"Of course, the fact that there are fewer and fewer theater theaters is also a very important reason."

The boy gradually became quiet as he listened to her story, and then suddenly asked: "Will Dad definitely come here to perform?"

"Of course, when did he lie to you."

Lisa leaned over to look at the boy, touching his soft blond hair, with a happy smile in her eyes.

Alvin nodded as usual, the expression his mother always had when talking about his father, and then asked:

"Then what role will dad play? Will he be the protagonist?"

"It's impossible. The protagonist should be an elf. Although your father has pretended to be a variety of characters, from what I know about him, he might have an inconspicuous identity, or a villain."

"Maybe"

Alvin also lost confidence. His father did always dress up in different ways, and he was not sure how he would appear this time.

"By the way," Lisa reminded her aloud, as if she suddenly remembered something, "don't yell when you recognize daddy soon, do you understand?"

"Why is it another secret that can only be known when you grow up?"

Ivan asked with a little pout.

"You will understand later if you answer it correctly."

""

Ivan stood there in silence for a while, then suddenly seemed to see something and ran to the other side, "Mom, look, there is a Kirby beast here, I want to sit here."

Ivan pointed with his finger to the pattern printed on the back of the seat. There were many elves on it, all of whom had participated in performances in the theater.

"Okay, but you have to wipe it first."

Lisa took out her handkerchief and wiped it carefully. After finding that there was not much dust, she nodded and asked curiously:

"Why choose Kirbymon? Aren't the little Kirbymons cuter?"

"That's right, but the Kirbymon in the video is super powerful."

"You can't talk like that. Just saying you're awesome is enough."

Lisa stretched out her index finger and tapped the boy's head, reminding Alvin that he was silent for a while, but in the blink of an eye he cheered because of more patterns on the armrest.

At this time, the theater gradually became lively. More than half of the thousand seats were occupied by the audience. Qinghua and her mother came with pink hairpins. Liangyu and his Bibi Bird from the swimming pool were also busy taking pictures and taking pictures. There were Shuhui and his grandson, and many parents with their children gathered here, looking forward to the start of the performance.