Day and night tour

Chapter 33 Snow Temple
Zhou Xuan looked at his eyes carefully in the rearview mirror, but didn't feel much change.

The eye sockets are strong, the eyeballs are white where they should be white, and black where they should be black. If you look closely, you can see a slight sense of clarity.

The curvature of the eye corners has not changed.

“She is a little pretty, but not that exaggerated…” Zhou Xuan wondered if he had looked at himself in the mirror too many times and had become accustomed to being handsome. However, Li Shuangyi and Liu Jiaotian usually didn’t pay much attention to him, and when they occasionally took a closer look at him, they were amazed.

"I guess I've been looking in the mirror too much lately and I'm aesthetically fatigued~~"

Originally, he would have just been showing off and the matter would have passed, but Zhou Xuan had an advantage: he had nothing better to do than to think about it.

He thought about it more deeply and felt that the idea of ​​"aesthetic fatigue" was untenable.

What does Liu Jiaotian look like?
The beauty of Pingshui Prefecture can make male audiences fall in love with her just by singing.

Li Shuangyi was born as a martial actor, so he is naturally a handsome guy. Unlike old actors and martial clowns, martial actors have extremely high requirements for their image, especially their eyes must be powerful and have the demeanor and courage of a general.
Because his facial features were slightly irregular, he was immediately selected by the troupe's master.

Let's talk about aesthetics again. The standard of beauty judged by normal people is based on themselves. When they meet someone who is a little more handsome or beautiful than themselves, they will just casually say "You look good, and you're okay looking." Only when they meet someone who is much more handsome or beautiful than themselves, will they sincerely praise them by saying "You're so handsome, so beautiful, and so good-looking."

No matter how vain Zhou Xuan is, he would never be so narcissistic that his looks surpass those of Liu Jiaotian and Li Shuangyi by a large margin.

But these two people seemed to be intoxicated and obsessed, staring at Zhou Xuan's eyes and praising its beauty.

When things go wrong, there must be monsters.

Zhou Xuan finished the pancake in two or three bites, took a horse stance, and used his index finger and thumb to spread open his upper and lower eyelids. His eyeballs were almost in the rearview mirror, and he stared hard.

When his eyes felt sore as if he had looked at a searchlight for ten minutes and bloodshot appeared in the whites of his eyes, he finally figured out something.

It's snowing in my eyes.
He was clearly looking in the rearview mirror, but he saw an ancient temple.

The temple gate was closed, and there was a corridor at the entrance, with carved beams and painted pillars, jade steps and bright columns. In Zhou Xuan's eyes, the layout seemed solemn.

The fluttering snow seemed to cover up the solemnity of the temple, and seemed unwilling to let Zhou Xuan see the truth about the temple.

Gradually the snow became thicker, and the temple gate became faintly visible in the snow, as hazy as a pipa half-covered by the face.

"It's beautiful, so beautiful." Zhou Xuan was obsessed with admiring the snow scene and had forgotten the reality around him.

The snow grew thicker and thicker, completely covering the temple. The sky and the earth, the people and the temple, the corridors and painted pillars were all covered in white.

At this point, everything in Zhou Xuan's eyes returned to normal.

Zhou Xuan woke up as if from a dream.

Only then did he realize that what Liu Jiaotian and Li Shuangyi had praised as beautiful were not his eyes, but the snow and the temple in his eyes!
"Oh no, it's snowing in July, am I becoming Dou E?" Zhou Xuan said self-deprecatingly.

……

The car started and drove towards the Zhou family.

When Zhou Xuan first started the car, he was a little absent-minded. When he looked at the rearview mirror to see the road conditions clearly, he always wanted to look again to see if he would see the snow again.

But halfway through the journey, the snow did not appear again.

"The snow I can see in my eyes may have something to do with my eyes being able to see dirty today."

Zhou Xuan was just guessing, but since the snow didn't appear again, he ignored it and concentrated on driving.

Just now when he was distracted, he almost bumped into an old lady crossing the road.

……

Zhou Xuan could never have imagined that there would be traffic jams in Pingshui Prefecture where the number of cars is so small.

And it was completely blocked.

On Taiping Road, Zhou Xuan was surrounded by cars, with the occasional rickshaw. There were also many pedestrians, as if there were endless pedestrians. After crossing the road, he would take one turn after another, and it was unknown when the road would end.

"Third Brother, why are there so many people here?" "Oh, there are many things to do in Taiping Mansion. Theaters, cinemas, nightclubs, and dance halls are all open now. The famous people are all out to play, so it's natural that there will be congestion.
There is a night market not far ahead, it is very famous, and most of those crossing the road are going to the night market.”

Forehead,
Evening rush hour!
just wait.

Seeing that the traffic was not moving, Zhou Xuan simply closed his eyes and took a rest. Although he couldn't sleep, it would be good to rest his mind. He was really tired today.

As a result, before the door was closed, Li Shuangyi started teaching the copper bean play again.

In fact, Li Shuangyi was teaching all the way, sometimes teaching how to use the voice in singing, and sometimes teaching Tongdouzi how to move his hands and body.

He taught in a very detailed and patient manner, and his words were gentle, which was rare among the opera teachers in Pingshui Prefecture.

The other masters only believe in one truth when teaching - a good disciple emerges under the stick!

The apprentice is afraid of the pain of tearing his leg? Just beat him with a stick.

Did you sing off track? Just give him a beating.

There is nothing that can't be solved by a good fight.
If there is,
That’s two meals!

The masters believe that if you don’t beat them hard, they won’t remember them, and singing opera requires memory.

Therefore, when many opera troupes' teachers accept apprentices, they will sign a written contract with the apprentice's parents.

There is often a clause like this in the contract: if anyone skips school without permission or is naughty and disobedient, he will be beaten to death!

Li Shuangyi's teaching style is as gentle as a loving mother, which makes her very unique.

Zhou Xuan likes this kind of alternative, if he is not driving!
It was really because Li Shuangyi was too talkative, just like Tang Monk, who kept muttering all the way and never stopped talking.

At first, Zhou Xuan thought it was interesting, but after listening for a long time, he just felt it was noisy.

Today, the noise remains.

Not long after Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, Li Shuangyi rolled down the car window and pointed at a dancer on the side of the road who was dressed fashionably in a short skirt with sequins sparkling on her clothes.

"Douzi, look at the legs of the dancer. Her thighs are thick and strong, which must be full of strength. This is related to her profession. She uses her legs all year round, but she uses them incorrectly. She uses too much force when pedaling, which makes her muscles strong but not elastic. You must not do that in the future. Opera singers use their legs in a balanced way so that their bodies can be agile..."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Third brother, you have a lot of teaching methods, but you should have a sense of gratitude. Don’t you see that someone is resting here?

Tongdouzi listened with great interest, and Li Shuangyi was so engrossed in the story that the master and disciple even forgot that Zhou Xuan was in the car.

"Douzi, have you seen that woman selling cigarettes on the street? Listen to her shouting. She uses her real voice. It's very laborious and it can also make your throat hoarse. Remember, learn to use a soft voice. Your throat..."

Tongdouzi was just about to hear what his master had to say, but when Li Shuangyi got to the part about "throat", he stopped talking. As if he recalled something bad, his expression first turned ugly, and then he suddenly stared straight ahead.

"Why don't you continue talking? Third Senior Brother, have you found your conscience?" Although Zhou Xuan felt that the master and apprentice in the back seat were quarreling, he was of high quality and did not want to scold them. After all, they were also hardworking and eager to learn. Is there anything wrong with hard work? We must support them!

Now Li Shuangyi suddenly stopped talking. Zhou Xuan was actually a little curious and wanted to see what happened behind. He turned around and saw nothing else but Li Shuangyi staring at him angrily!
The anger in his eyes was extremely strong. The hatred for having his wife stolen and his father killed was no more than that.

"Third Brother, why are you glaring at me?" Zhou Xuan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, no, no, nothing."

Li Shuangyi realized that she had lost her composure and quickly retracted her angry glare at Zhou Xuan.

On the way back to Zhou's class, Li Shuangyi's mood was as low as ice and he didn't say a word.

"Third Senior Brother, you don't have a grudge against the original owner, do you?" Zhou Xuan held the steering wheel and muttered secretly, "It seems that it is not just a small grudge, but a big grudge."

He planned to go home and read the original owner's diary. He was busy these past two days and had no time to read it...

(End of this chapter)