He Is Warmer Than Time

In the second row of auditoriums, the guard whispered: "Madam, let's go first, there is a black light here, I'm afraid there will be any accidents."

Mrs. Fu raised her hand: "Um...not in a hurry, since I'm here, naturally I have to finish watching the show."

"But... when the power is out, how can we perform? The audience behind me seems to be clamoring to leave, let's..."

"Are you in a hurry?"

The guard shook his heart, he was too self-assertive, and quickly responded: "No...no."

"Well, continue to watch the show."

She wanted to know how the little girl would deal with this sudden change, and she vaguely looked forward to it.

Director Li was sitting on the edge of the first row, and suddenly felt like a thunderstorm. What's going on? How is this going?

She hurriedly pushed the army on the side: "Hurry up and see what's going on, how the power went out."

The army ran out quickly.

Director Li quietly ran to the edge of the stage. At this time, when the midfield was changing background, she lowered her voice and called Song Ran. Song Ran hurried to the stage in the dark and asked, "Why is the battery dead?"

"I don't know, I'm investigating it, you continue to act, I'll send someone to get candles backstage, and there are less than 20 minutes left, so how can I keep going."

Song Ran was embarrassed: "But the microphone is silent, how should I act?"

"Speak louder and act with a throat. The rest is full of enthusiasm. It was originally by roaring, you know?"

Song Ran suddenly felt heroic, and he replied in a deep voice, "I see."

Sitting next to the stage was a string performance team. The curtain opened, and a few dim candlelights fluttered up and down. Song Ran's heart shook, let's play, let's go on like this.

The sound of the erhu seemed desolate and tragic, and she yelled: "Today, there are tens of thousands of our soldiers killed and injured. If I don't avenge the soldiers, why should the soldiers look down under Jiuquan?"

Her voice was very penetrating, serious and solemn, and gradually calmed down the crowd that had been commotion.

The desolate voice of the soldier on the side sounded: "General, you can't do it recklessly. There are only less than a thousand soldiers left on our side."

Fan Lihua's voice is firm: "Only the battlefield is to die for the country, why not return the horse leather shroud? Soldiers, come with me, rush..."

Song Ran felt that these few screams almost made her yelling abolished. In the theater with more than a thousand people, the last row of people could clearly hear her lines, and everyone was She was infected by her tragic atmosphere.

At this time, it is not so important whether there are headlights on the stage, but a few candlelights have more profoundly rendered the outnumbered sadness, tragic sense.

All the people who had walked to the door turned back.

Director Li turned his head and looked around, and he was relieved when almost no one had left the scene.

The corners of Mrs. Fu's lips slowly revealed some angles, and she said in her heart: Today, this bouquet of flowers, if not bought in vain, will eventually be able to be offered.

On the stage, Song Ran used the faint candlelight and leaned on her throat to sustain the last twenty minutes until she said the last line. No, it should be a roar, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. ...

The applause in the theater continued, and Song Ran bowed deeply, thanking these audiences for not abandoning her at that moment, and for being patient and watching her perform.

She Song Ran, how can He Dehe?

Director Li also applauded excitedly. It is not easy, it is not easy. If the last 20 minutes pass, it will have a great impact on the reputation of the art troupe.

Song Ran once again performed supernormally.