Exes want to get back with me every day

Chapter 213 Chaofei and Dusk Scroll, Cloudy Clouds and Cuixuan, Rainy Wind Pieces, and Smoke Waves Painting Boats

Qin Jiu followed Liancheng and left the Song family, while Song Yue sat in front of the table and beat the wooden fish.

Dressed in a pure white gown, his brows were still calm and indifferent.

But in the next moment, Muyu suddenly stopped, and Song Yue got up.

Throw the wooden fishing rod and walk into the inner room.

He took off the pure white shirt and threw it on the ground, then opened the long-lasting wardrobe.

The closet opened, and there were colorful costumes inside.

Each piece is very textured and looks extraordinarily charming.

It also looks like an old thing for some years, but every piece seems to still be condensed with the style of the year.

Song Yue's slender fingers landed on a pink gown. The embroidery was excellent, and every stitch was very delicate.

The threading is meticulous, and the beads strung on the clothes are all high-quality pearls.

It was embroidered with exquisite group embroidery, this one was a birthday present that Jiujiu embroidered for him by himself.

He sang "Farewell My Concubine", "Hua Candle Tears", and "The Drunken Concubine".

Famous drama, the most heartfelt, as if singing the past is the song "A Dream in the Garden"~
This costume is a costume for a dream in the garden. It is exquisite and reveals the unique charm of ancient times.

He put on the pink costume and stepped on the clouds into the side hall.

The side hall is very big, there is no table, he used to like to practice here when he had nothing to do.

At this moment, he threw out his water sleeve, retracted it easily, and opened his voice: "It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere,
Like this, it's all ruined.

What a beautiful day on a good day.

Whose house is it for fun?
Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, Yunxia Cuixuan.

Rain and wind, smoke and waves draw boats.

The Jinping people really think that this time is so cheap!"

His melody is mournful, his thoughts are lingering, and he is stepping on lonely steps.

The sleeves thrown out seem to be vain in life. Although there is no drama makeup, the desolate smile at this moment is also touching.

His singing voice is unique, and just opening his voice slightly attracted some butterflies to stand on the old wooden window frame.

It seemed as if he understood human nature and listened to him changing his tunes one by one.

Xiao Miyun woke up and saw no one in the room, he was very scared, this place was too strange, he wanted to find the master.

But accidentally strayed into a yard, the yard is colorful.

There are beautiful phoenix-tailed butterflies coming and going, and there are vague singing not far away.

He listened carefully and it wasn't a singing voice, it was a voice he had never heard before.

Thin and dense... Gently whispering...but it's extremely pleasant, which makes him a little addicted~

The voice was somewhat familiar, he pushed aside the flowers and plants, and quietly followed the voice.

But I saw a lot of people squatting quietly in the corner, or popping out on the high wall.

Fascinatedly listening to the tune sung by a pink shadow in that room~
"He's back...he's finally back..."

"Our young master is finally willing to speak again, what a blessing for Sansheng..."

"I've been looking forward to it for so many years, but luckily I didn't give up my life. I finally waited for him to sing again~"

"The No. 1 actor in the imperial capital is finally back. In the five years since the young master stopped singing, the imperial capital has not had a top-ranking actor, which has caused opera to almost decline."

Originally, with the development of the times, the rhythm of modern people is getting faster and faster.

Operas are also gradually declining, Sichuan Opera, Shaoxing Opera, Peking Opera, and Kunqu Opera... One by one, operas are declining.

Theater troupes are no longer as popular as they used to be.

Many theater troupes have failed and then put down the job of drama to find other ways to make a living.

But this is the quintessence of Huaguo... So beautiful, so smart, with its own heritage.

Their young master liked to study since he was a child, and he finally became a famous actor.

It’s just that after only two years of being popular, he left the stage sadly when he was the hottest, and went to a small temple to become a monk~
What a pity...it is the loss of opera, but also the loss of Huaguo~
　Regarding opera, I am not an expert, so I can only write it like this, and if it is not good, you can point it out to me~

　　
　
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