People are in the original god, telling a book

Chapter 95
Heyu Teahouse set up the stage early, and the audience came here in a hurry.

Speaking of it, Heyu Teahouse has spent a lot of effort.

The entire stage is made of Cuihua wood, and sand wood is used as the base for the base, and four flags of different colors are placed on the four corners of the stage.

They even transported a peach blossom tree from Qingce Zhuang and planted it on the side of the stage in order to match Mr. Yun's "Peach Blossom Stage" this time.
When Yun Jin changed into her clothes and put on makeup, Ning Zhe poked her head out from the backstage to observe the scene, her face was full of surprise.

This kind of ostentation is rare even in his Yunhai Bookstore!
The Heyu Teahouse has been in decline for these years, but there are still so many Mo Las participating in such a performance?
But even though there were a lot of people outside, Ning Zhe had no plans to go out and show his face.

He helped Yunjin out of friendship, but it has nothing to do with you and Yu Teahouse.

If people saw him when he went out now, he might be used by Fan Erye for publicity.

Um.
Second Master Fan is a pretty good businessman. If he can take this opportunity to run Heyu Teahouse, that would be great too.

After a few glances, Ning Zhe also looked away.

One thing to say, the layout of Heyu Teahouse is quite suitable for the script he changed.

A few minutes later, the time came, and the flags on the stage moved without wind.

Yun Jin, who was dressed in delicate make-up, stepped onto the wooden platform with graceful steps, stood in the center, and bowed slightly to the crowd with all manner of etiquette.

Although the audience in the audience looked excited, they didn't say anything bluffing. They just looked at Yunjin on the stage silently, holding back the idea of ​​cheering.

Mr. Yun doesn't like scenes that are too noisy, and it's best for them to enjoy them quietly.

"But—sigh—"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Yun opened his voice.

The soft and gentle singing voice, with the flow of words, tells a story.

As the story opens, the entire stage seems to change.

Four flags suddenly flew up and surrounded Yun Jin; the surrounding environment changed suddenly, the willows and autumn wind became more sad.

Everyone was shocked, they had been watching the theater for decades, and this was the first time they had seen such a changeable situation.

When the audience was surprised, Mr. Yun spoke again:
"Mr. Antique—who looks like me?"

Mr. Yun twisted his fingers and pointed to the flag fluttering beside him.

"Not Jade or Copper Wrapped in Paste"

"The remnants of the soul have no companions, why should they hide when people laugh at them—"

As soon as the words fell, several figures suddenly appeared, they couldn't see their faces clearly, they just surrounded Yun Jin, as if they were talking about something.

"Old grudges are wiped away, and you can stay with you when you drink or sing."

Yunjin lowered her head slightly, and the figures seemed to be a little taller and more imposing, as if they were shouting loudly.

She stood among the figures, although she was small, she could not be trampled on, and she had a radiance that distinguished her from those faceless figures.

The hearts of the audience tightened, Mr. Yun was in the shadow, although he was still blooming, he was always surrounded by it.

However, in the next second, there was a change.

Yun Jin slightly parted her lips, and said the next sentence.

"Jing Xingming."

The color of the sky also changed, and the stars were everywhere, dazzling and bright.

"Qing Yun is now."

A floating pavilion suddenly appeared in the sky, beautifully decorated, standing in the sky.

"The nectar falls."

Light rain falls to cleanse the world, and the raindrops fall on the audience, but they can't feel a trace of moisture, only warmth.

"Gao Yu Zero."

The plants also raised their heads, and a few glazed lilies shook off the dewdrops on their petals, facing the stars.

The figures turned into clouds and mist and dissipated in the moonlight, never to be seen again.

"."

In the background, Ningzhe watched the scene in front of him change scene after scene, his pupils shone with golden light.

The ideals in Mr. Yun's heart are like stars, but the reality surrounds her like a shadow.

Under the creation of his spiritual power, this is not exactly the story of "Peach Blossom Terrace", but it is colored by Yun Jin himself.

Like a bright moon, like light rain, turned into colored glaze.

At this moment, Yun Jin spoke again.

"Young master Fangsheng, just with the beautiful woman from the south."

The peach blossom trees planted on the stage seem to be blown by the wind, and little peach petals are scattered to the world.

A handsome boy appeared on the stage.

He is dressed in a white robe, fresh clothes and angry horse, a handsome young man.

Brother Young Master went straight to Yunjin with a gentle look on his face, as if he only had this lovely girl in his eyes.

"The warm wind and smoke are all over Jiangxiang."

"The traveler in the flower carries the jade vat—it's sad and sad, and I don't know the appointment."

However, in the next second, the peach blossoms fell, the peach trees withered, and the scene was devastated.

"Luan and phoenix share a night."

"A good relationship is hard to continue."

Brother Young Master looked desolate, and his white clothes were also stained with wrinkles. He wanted to look at Yun Jin a few more times, but was dragged away by a figure that suddenly appeared.

"Sorrow the past, listen to the newcomers, and the guest is nostalgic for his hometown and dreams like silk."

"The sound of the flute blows the intestines of the guests, and there is nothing better than Wuyi Lane. It is a new painting beam by someone with a different surname."

The stars are gone, and the light rain is desolate.

The son left for some reason, leaving the girl waiting where she was.

The words are bleak, looking at the distant country, when you are always looking at flowers, who will the swallows stay next to this year?

Yun Jin's voice coupled with this natural picture, the wonderful audio-visual combination, gave these audiences a heavy blow.

The original opera never had such means.

Not only the audience, but even the waiter in Heyu Teahouse's eyes widened.

He also stayed in Heyu Teahouse for several years, and listened to Mr. Yun's plays many times, but he had never heard of such a miraculous performance like today.

In a daze, Yun Jin on the stage seemed to have changed. She was no longer the famous actor who was famous throughout Liyue Port, but a melancholy girl waiting for her lover to return.

It reminded this boy of past years, his childhood sweetheart who grew up together.

Just when the audience had different thoughts, Yunjin waved lightly, and four flags flew up to the center of the stage in response.

Each flag has a different color and a different picture.

"Beside Liyue Tower, on Mochou Lake, add a few more weeping willows."

The willows are Yiyi, and the silk flutters in the wind.

The young master suddenly appeared on the balcony again, but this time, his white clothes were stained red like blood.

His handsome face has also been covered by dust, and he can no longer see any color clearly.

Walking to the withered peach tree, the young man sat down gently, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the mottled and fragile branches.

"Yaoguang is one mile away. It is full of water, and the road is not real when the moon sets and the smoke is thick."

"Xiang Jun."

At the last moment, following the young master's whisper, Yunjin spoke again:
"Wrap around your head and throw brocade, and hand in hand to pour a cup. The way is--the dry forest owl, the flowers and forests are sparse and the stones are colorful."

After a word is closed, the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the petals are flying.

But the son's figure was gone.

"."

After Yun Jin stopped and bowed, people realized that the play was over.

Looking at it again, the stage is just a stage, built of Cuihua wood, it is still so delicate.

It's just that young master, those stars, that wisp of willows are so real
Whether it's that young master or Yun Jin, they now have a new color in their hearts.

"Hum."

Backstage, seeing people's reactions, Ningzhe put his hands on his chest, his expression was very calm.

For a person like Mr. Yun, staying in Heyu Teahouse is really a shame.

After this incident, I am afraid that those old people in the Yunhan Club have nothing to say, right?

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