Hu Meizi

26.

This is the first time that the French version of "Notre Dame de Paris" has been toured in country Z. The British version has been toured several times, but Sun Du always feels that the English version lacks a certain charm.Although he has no culture, he still feels that the words in the English version are not as catchy as the French version.Sometimes because of language, he can't feel a lot of intense emotions well.At least he couldn't feel it.

He booked the most expensive ticket in the VIP area, in a small box very close to the stage.

When Sun Du and Xie Tang arrived, it was not too early or too late, and many formally dressed men and women had been prepared in the hall one after another. All kinds of different perfumes were intertwined together, like a big net. It's the same as holding on.

Xie Tang frowned lightly, he didn't like the smell of perfume that was too strong and changed too much.

And obviously, Sun Du on the side didn't like it very much either, he couldn't help but lightly covered the tip of his nose with his hand.

Xie Tang and Sun Du quickly walked through the hall and walked upstairs directly.

Sure enough, the upstairs is much better. Their box is on the second floor, so they won't be engulfed by such a fragrance.The exquisitely carved fruit plate in the box has been set up, and the lighting is a little dim, probably to enhance the atmosphere.

"I thought Young Master Xie wasn't interested in musicals." Sun Du went in and sat on a carved chair. The room was well-arranged, with two carved white wooden chairs, a small square coffee table, and a slightly oriented Extended small balcony.Sun Du turned his head to look at Xie Tang, the slightly dimmed light made him a little unreal.

"My mother used to be obsessed with music," Xie Tang said indifferently, "I'm fortunate to have been exposed to music, so I know a thing or two."

He is dressed the same as usual today, still wearing a black and solemn three-piece suit, wearing a luxurious and rare watch, not much different from every successful person in his 40s and [-]s-the only difference may be that Things are more expensive.

Xie Tang still combed his hair meticulously, revealing his full forehead and deep and indifferent eyes.Obviously dressed in such a rigid manner, Sun Du felt that Xie Tang was suitable for this kind of dress, and had a unique flavor of wanting to sleep with him.

"Who does Young Master Xie like the most?" Sun Du asked softly before the scene started, he looked at Xie Tang, the fox eyes were full of smiles, "I thought you would like Quasimodo? ——I don’t know either, after all, many people like him.”

When talking about art-related topics, Xie Tang talked a lot.Xie Tang pondered, as if he was thinking seriously, and after a while, he gave a surprising answer, "Maybe it's Esmeralda."

Sun Du raised his eyebrows, and sat with his legs crossed, "This is rare. You must know that most people don't have a good impression of Esmeralda. Her personality is too single. A beautiful and kind woman Although it is heart-stirring, but in literary works, her meaning is too simple. In musicals, I don't have much impression of Esmeralda." He looked at Xie Tang with great interest, "No Do you know if I can be lucky enough to know why Young Master Xie likes her?"

Xie Tang replied indifferently, "My mother likes it."

There was no ups and downs in the sound.

Sun Du touched his nose and knew that there were some problems that could not be pursued.He then nodded with a smile and stopped asking, "My favorite is Claude, a sanctimonious vicar, a martyr dragged to hell by love."

"A martyr?" Xie Tang turned to look at Sun Du, the first time he heard such a fresh comment, "Claude is a martyr?" He looked at Sun Du, the frost in his eyes gradually receding, leaving only innocent Doubt and a slight hint of curiosity.

Sun Du propped his chin with one hand, and suddenly he leaned forward halfway, and approached Xie Tang with his face, as if he was about to kiss Xie Tang suddenly, "Of course - he is a martyr - it's just that he didn't die for any religious belief, He died for his own way.

"He finally let go of his desires, sins and unquenchable fire. He no longer cared about the layer of dog-like skin on his face—he tore it up, and he did everything he could to fulfill himself in the end."

Sun Du and Xie Tang's faces were very close, as long as Sun Du stepped forward, he could immediately touch Xie Tang's lips.

Xie Tang was unmoved, he didn't back down at all because of Sun Du's approach, he didn't seem to feel Sun Du's sense of oppression and his hot breath, he was still thinking about something alone.

Sun Du carefully looked at Xie Tang who was thinking. His eyelashes were not black, maybe it was because of his mixed race. Xie Tang's long eyelashes were a golden brown. When he lowered his eyes and pondered, it seemed that there was moonlight shining on his Dancing above the eyes.

"But I also like Xiao Baihe." Sun Du didn't step forward to kiss Xie Tang or anything else. He sat up and leaned lazily on the armrest of the European-style carved chair, "Although she is very stupid, she can't even see her own man." good."

Xie Tang looked up as if he wanted to say something, he looked at Sun Du with seriousness in his eyes.

Just when Sun Du was ready to listen with a smile on his face, thunderous applause suddenly resounded in the hall below the box.

——Sun Du and Xie Tang turned their heads to watch together, the heavy curtain on the stage was slowly being pulled back, and it was the beginning of the musical.

Sun Du turned his head and looked at Xie Tang. Xie Tang's eyes seemed to have softened a bit, not as cold as before, but they were still indifferent, and he couldn't feel joy, anger, sorrow or joy. He nodded towards Sun Du.

Sun Du showed a gorgeous and casual smile, and turned his head to listen to the musical indifferently.

He doesn't have the habit of communicating with others when he listens to musicals.

Art should be enjoyed alone.

When the curtain finally came to an end, Sun Du was still watching intently, humming a few lines from time to time.

From Xie Tang's point of view, he can only see half of his sharp-edged face, and the slightly long hair reaching to the ears.The lights in the theater were very dark, only the faint warm light from the other side of the stage hit Sun Du, and he leaned over to watch, as if he was about to run under the light.

When Sun Du later realized that Xie Tang was looking back, Xie Tang had been staring at him for an unknowing how long.

The Xie Tan look at him was Sun Du's familiar taste of scrutiny, but the difference was that the sex friends Sun Du met before who scrutinized him were all scrutinizing whether Sun Du could afford to play or not. Fuck, more or less with the meaning of desire and lust.

But only Xie Tang, always indifferent and calm, looking at him, seems to be assessing how he is, his eyes have no intentions, no thoughts, a vast expanse of whiteness, every time Sun Du meets him When I look at it, I feel as if I am in the north in winter - when I open the door, there is a piece of snow outside.

"I think I understand your martyr," Xie Tang said, looking at Sun Du solemnly, "Many times, the definition of him as a religious victim is too rigid, and his evil is too prominent. And this naturally makes people ignore his goodness. He didn't die for Esmeralda in the end, he died for his own evil. This is a kind of salvation for him and a kind of Martyrdom."

It was the first time I heard Xie Tang say so many words, Sun Du raised his eyebrows in surprise, he listened to Xie Tang's words very seriously, and he had a thoughtful expression on his casual face all the time, "Maybe——who knows? He was just a man who was driven mad by the confrontation between good and evil, and he died not so much for Esmeralda, for love, for good and evil, but for himself. Time has no place for the real him Well, the so-called Esmeralda is just a tool for him to kiss himself."

"But he is indeed very pitiful," Sun Du said indifferently, "It's pitiful to be driven to death by his own contradictions. It's better to be a slut from the beginning, being a bitch at the same time, wanting to rob and gain the so-called "love" What's the point?"

Xie Tang remained silent and did not answer.He looked at the flow of people gradually exiting the theater in the hall below, raised his head and said to Sun Du calmly, "Let's go."

Sun Du nodded, then tilted his head suddenly and asked Xie Tang, "Young Master Xie, do you want to take a walk with me on Binjiang Road?" His expression was pure, and the charm in his eyes was pure.

Xie Tang looked at him quietly for a while, then Sun Du tilted his head playfully.

Then Xie Tang nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

Sun Du snorted and smiled brightly.

How can the good time of the evening be wasted——