The dream of this world has big problems

Chapter 79 It's a Good Thing to Have a Dream

Time passed quickly, and the practice time before the performance officially started, but it was lost in a blink of an eye, and it came to the day when the performance officially started.

In the last few days, after Lu Qing's hard training and study, her basic dance skills finally came from 60.00% to [-]%.

As for the basic singing, the final 20.00% progress bar has been completed, and it has become a white quality skill in Lu Qing's skill bar.

Other than that, there is no change in other skills. After all, human energy is limited, and the rapid growth of other skills must sacrifice the growth of other skills.

"Wow~"

Fang Qingrou, Lu Qing and the others hid behind the stage. Taking advantage of the dim light of the stage, they secretly looked at the bottom of the stage. They saw that it was already full of people. Men and women from all over the city were sitting in their respective seats. chairs, discussing with each other.

"A lot of people are here." Fang Qingrou said nervously.

Seeing the other party's nervousness, Lu Qing patted Fang Qingrou's back lightly with her hand, and said:

"Calm down, just perform well according to the rehearsal."

Feeling the heat on her back, Fang Qingrou relaxed a lot. She turned her head to look at Lu Qing, and asked curiously:

"Aren't you nervous, little deer?"

"I must be nervous, I have never performed in front of so many people." Lu Qing said.

I vaguely remember that when I went to school in my previous life, I would be nervous to introduce myself under the gaze of more than 50 people in the class, let alone the current situation.

However, it seems that because the spiritual attribute that was selected before has played a role at this time, although Lu Qing can feel the tension in her heart, she will not be disturbed by the tension.

Gently stroking the flying knife hidden inside the clothes with her hand, the cold touch made Lu Qing gradually calm down.

At the same time, under the stage, the old man walked into the opera house and quickly found the ticket in his hand.

The first row is close to the middle, where you can see everything on the stage very clearly.

After all, he is also a former general of the empire, so it is very easy to get this special ticket.

At this time, the performance had not yet started. The old man looked around and found that sitting next to him was a young man who looked very quiet.

If Lu Qing were here, she would find that this young man was the manager who was in charge of the counter at the door.

As a ticket seller, of course the administrator had already prepared his own tickets. Although it felt like abusing his power, the higher-ups turned a blind eye to this kind of thing.

Anyway, it was just a position, and no one would be so free as to go to the administrator for such a trivial matter.

After thinking about it, the old man looked at the young man and asked:
"My boy, let me ask you a question. Do you think operas are good?"

"Ah?" The young man didn't react for a while, he turned to look at the old man, and asked, "Are you asking me?"

"If I'm not asking you, then why should I look at you." The old man said angrily.

"Oh, well, you are right." After a pause, the young man said:
"Then if I don't think the opera is good, why am I sitting here?"

elder:"."

After a moment of silence, the old man said earnestly:
"Young man, I think you should learn how to respect the elderly."

"Um." The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "I don't think I have any disrespect for you."

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic for now, can you seriously answer the question I just asked?" The old man waved his hand and said:

"I would like to know why you like opera."

"why."

The young man pondered for a moment, and said, "Perhaps you will know why after watching this opera."

The old man did not expect the young man's answer to be like this. He glanced at the young man and felt that he should not be able to ask anything from this population, so he could only change a question and continue:

"Then what do you think... well, what kind of person is Ms. Shanara?"

Hearing the old man's words, the young man looked at the other party in surprise, and guessed in his heart: "Does this old man know that I am a staff member? No, I don't wear work clothes either?"

Thinking this way in his heart, the young man said:
"A person who looks very cold, and looks like he doesn't dare to approach him. By the way, he is very talented, otherwise he wouldn't be able to write so many famous opera scripts."

"I remember that a reporter interviewed her before and asked her why she wanted to be an opera director. Ms. Shanali said at the time that it was for her dream."

"Dream." Hearing the young man's words, the old man fell into memory.

Shanara likes opera, he is very clear, as for why the other party likes opera so much, the old man is not very clear.

As for whether old people hate opera, the answer is no.

He doesn't dislike this kind of enjoyment that appeared in peaceful times. After all, didn't they fight bloody back then to let future generations live in this environment?
The reason why he hates it is because his granddaughter wants to become an opera director.

He also knows something about the work of an opera director. Not only is it very tiring, but it is also very difficult to become famous.

Especially at the very beginning, without funds, it was really difficult to find someone to invest with an excellent script.

He didn't want his granddaughter to do such a tiring and unpleasant thing, so naturally he strongly opposed it.

As a result, Shanara ran away from home instead, and it took several years after she left.

To be honest, when the old man saw the news of his granddaughter becoming famous in the newspaper for the first time, he was quite happy in his heart, and he also looked forward to when she would come back.

After finally waiting for the performance in Fenghua City, the old man was actually ready to receive his granddaughter, but after waiting for more than half a month, he couldn't even see her.

This annoyed him, because he didn't want to take the initiative to go there because of face, which led to the stalemate in the matter.

"Oh." Sighing, the old man thought in his heart:
"At least it's famous, it's not too bad."

Looking at the top of the stage, the old man unconsciously recalled what happened when he was still young.

"I must join the army. As long as I become a soldier, my family's living expenses will be enough!"

"No, it's too dangerous! Do you know how high the death rate is for joining the army?"

"Of course I know, if I die, the pension will be enough!"

"Shut up, don't say such unlucky words!"

The memory gradually receded, and the eyes of the old man regained their clarity. Amid bursts of applause, a lady with blond hair in a dark red dress walked onto the center of the stage.

The old man recognized at a glance that the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him was his granddaughter, Shanara.

And Shanara, who walked up to the stage, also saw the old man sitting in the first row at a glance.

The eyes of the two collided at this moment, and then parted tacitly.

The corner of Shanara's mouth raised a happy smile, causing the hearts of countless young people in the audience to tremble.
(End of this chapter)