I write novels in Liyue

Fang Qiu thought for a while, and summoned up the courage to ask.

"Of course not. Everyone is afraid of life and death. They are afraid of pain and regret. In order to make up for the trauma in their hearts, they imagined various forms of death without authorization, such as ghosts and ghosts. The ghost who knocked on the door just now is one of them. .”

Hu Tao spread her hands and said helplessly, "It's obvious that there is no evidence, but it has become a taboo topic that cannot be touched."

"So it sounds like it makes sense."

Hearing Hu Tao's answer, Fang Qiu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, behind them, there was the second floor of Heyu Tea House.

An extraordinary handsome young man with a calm demeanor sat in the front row of private seats.

"Mr. Zhongli, what would you like to drink?"

The clerk waiting at the side immediately asked respectfully.

"Serve the best tea."

Zhong Li said calmly.

"Come on, Mr. Zhongli, just wait a moment."

The clerk promised, and soon served a pot of good tea for Zhong Li.

The fragrance of tea is strong.

Zhong Li picked up the tea, blew lightly, then took a sip, then nodded, and said, "It's okay."

"Then Mr. Zhongli, use it slowly."

Hearing Zhongli's evaluation, the clerk waiting at the side couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief.

Mr. Zhongli, the guest of the Past Life Hall in front of him, can be regarded as a frequent visitor of their Heyu Teahouse.

This Mr. Zhongli has extremely high taste, and he is even more particular about abnormalities. Ordinary tea can't catch his eyes at all.

The tea made can be rated as acceptable by Mr. Zhongli, which is already very good.

"Ah."

Zhong Li nodded, indicating that the clerk could leave.

A light breeze passed by.

He picked up the tea, took another sip, and then turned his gaze downstairs.

However, when he saw the two girls sitting near the front row, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"Is it them?"

Zhong Li frowned slightly and smiled faintly.

I couldn't help being a little curious.

Was this Miss Fang Qiu dragged by her hall master to accompany her, or was she also somewhat interested in opera?

If that little girl writes the play, will it be able to write different meanings like the novels she wrote.

Chapter 120 Eight

Time passed slowly, and the sun sank into the horizon in a flash.

Liyue entered the night.

The gentle sea breeze blows across the sea surface, carrying the slightly simmering moisture from the sea surface, and blows into Liyue Port.

Along with the rising smoke, the lights of Liyue Port were also turned on one by one.

The atmosphere in Heyu Teahouse, which was packed to capacity, reached its peak at this time, and they all looked forward to Mr. Yun's appearance.

"It's getting dark, Miss Yunjin should be on stage soon, right?"

Looking at the exquisitely crafted lanterns lit up in the teahouse, Fang Qiu whispered.

Although the lighting effect was far from those of the high-tech lamps in the previous life, it was this slightly hazy lantern that created the atmosphere just right.

Especially the lantern on the stage, the interview is just right.

"Accordingly, it should be soon."

Hu Tao touched his smooth chin and said.

While they were chatting, a faint sound of silk and bamboo orchestral sounded.

"coming."

Hearing the sound of the musical instrument, the expressions of all the people present were lifted.

A middle-aged man who was eating cakes was even more eager to swallow the cakes in his mouth, his face flushed from choking, if the person next to him hadn't hurriedly handed him a cup of tea, he would probably be lying on the ground by now.

Of course, Fang Qiu naturally didn't pay much attention to that person, but stared intently at the stage, waiting for that Miss Yunjin to come on stage.

She was very curious about what Miss Yun Jin looked like.

"Alas..."

Following a melodious and melodious cry, everyone below the stage held their breath and focused their eyes on the stage.

With a soft sound.

The two huge screens on the stage were withdrawn to both sides. Behind the screens was a young girl in a costume with a light, graceful figure.

She leaned sideways, half-covered, and as the word "sigh" settled down, she gradually turned around, revealing a delicate face with a little makeup on.

"Han Ye You..."

She opened her mouth lightly, and a melodious and melodious opera tone came out of her mouth.

It sang that the people in the play lost their way in the snow and could not help lamenting when they were at a loss.

"It's "Walk in the Snow". It's really well sung."

"After listening to operas for so many years, besides Yun Jin's mother, this child is the one who sings the best."

"I've heard other people sing "Walk in the Snow", but it's far worse than Mr. Yun's."

"Indeed, she is indeed the most famous character of our Liyue."

Everyone boasted.

"Good, really good."

Hu Tao was also on the side, looking as if he understood and was savoring the art.

Looking at the young girl dancing to the opera on the stage, Fang Qiu couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

The girl on the stage was actually the girl she met in the drink shop in Mond before holding her book and reading.

"Is it her? Is she Yunjin?"

Fang Qiu murmured.

"Yeah, how's it going? You sang well, right?"

Hu Tao smiled and said in a low voice: "She likes to read your "Legend of Sword and Fairy". When she came to me a few days ago, she told me that she bought two old books of yours. Just watch this show in your spare time."

Hearing Hu Tao say this, Fang Qiu's delicate body trembled suddenly. She quickly glanced at the girl sitting at the same table, and was relieved to see that she didn't hear her conversation with Hu Tao.

Since Yun Jin was reading her book, let's combine the time.

The book that girl gave Yunjin was most likely her own "Sword of Immortal Sword"...

She turned her head to look at Yun Jin who was on the stage, and Yun Jin happened to cast her gaze at her right now.

Eyes facing each other.

Although the movements of the hands did not stop, the opera in the mouth was not affected in any way.

But Fang Qiu could feel that Yun Jin also recognized him, and seemed surprised to see himself sitting beside Walnut.

Unexpectedly, I had met this head and pillar of Yunhan Society before.

However, if you think about it carefully.

That day in that dim sum shop, after Yun Jin sat down, it was obvious that there were a lot more eyes cast around her.

At that time, she thought that those people were just curious about them, but now it seems that many people recognized Yun Jin.

But he felt that Yun Jin was enjoying his private leisure time, so he didn't bother her.

It might also be because he wasn't sure if it was Jin Yun, so he didn't come forward to say hello.

Fang Qiu smiled back, stopped talking, and listened to the play quietly.

have to say.

Yun Jin sang really well.

Although she didn't know much about opera, she was forced to listen to many operas because she watched TV with the elderly, and from what she heard, Yun Jin's strength was not inferior to those famous actors on TV in her previous life.

Yun Jin continued to sing, and the song "Walk in the Snow" ended, and Yun Jin gave a standard opera salute to everyone.

Everyone applauded and cheered.

"As expected of Mr. Yun, this singing is too good!"

"Although it is an old play, I have to say that Mr. Yun's play is really perfect."

"That's true. A song "Walk in the Snow" sings the joys and sorrows of life's confusion."

Everyone applauded and discussed.

Fang Qiu followed Hu Tao and clapped her hands. Under the admiration of everyone, Yunjin smiled slightly and took a step back. After she took a step back, the two screens were slowly closed.

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ps: I recommend a Yuanshen Tangerine book, which is in the style of a cute girl. If you are interested, you can read it.

"Yuanshin, whose little fox am I! "

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