Asked Orange to see that he acquiesced to listening, and began to think about how to connect the fragments of broken memories in his mind into a story, and this thought was silent for a long time.

Shan Yan saw that Wencheng stopped talking again, thinking that she was reading less and lacking language, and didn't know how to tell about it, so he took the initiative to guide her to ask:

"Where did you perceive something to happen?"

"Hmm...... The opera troupe, a very large troupe, generally does not start the play easily, once the play starts, it will definitely make a name for the whole city, and then make enough fame and money, and then disappear for three or four years and no longer play ......"

Ask Orange to try to cooperate with the single proverb to smooth out the story.

Shan Yan smiled helplessly and bitterly, and asked Cheng to say that he didn't even come out for such a long time, and he had to continue to guide:

"Who's in the troupe?"

"Hmm...... The old class owner, the adopted son of the class owner, two or three...... Bill, otherwise it's four horns that want to be horned? That's where my memories begin, they're all dressed in Dan costumes, and I can't tell who's who. ”

Ask Orange to say this is the same as not saying it, the characters are there, and the contradictions have not come out, even if it is a good woman, it is difficult to cook without rice.

Shan Yan frowned and looked at Wen Cheng, and then looked at Jian Xin, who was sitting on the ground in the ancestral hall interrogating the soul of the young man, he could vaguely feel that Jian Xin's side was not going well, that soul seemed to be more difficult to ask than Wen Cheng, and the angry Jian Xin clenched the hilt of the bronze sword several times and thought of a sword to cut the other party.

"What are you looking at? Are you listening to me, I suspect that there are four Dan waiting to become horns, and three of them were bought by the old master from the traffickers, and the adopted son seems to have been bought as well...... This memory is a bit messy, it's not real, let's talk about something I can understand.

One of them saw her younger brother when she followed the troupe into the city to sing, and the sister and brother recognized each other and discussed that they would run away together on the night of the full moon. ”

After Ask Orange to finish speaking from memory, it was Shan Yan's turn to be puzzled: "Uh......"

He didn't understand what Ask Orange said at all, but in order to match Ask Orange's train of thought, he took out a notebook from his pocket and recorded it with a pen.

"I'll sort you out, what you want to say is that the old class master opens a play every three or four years, and only one Dan is popular in each play, right?"

"Yes, that's what it means, those four corners are competition."

Shan Yan gave a slight guidance, and asked Orange to nod desperately, confirming that there was a competitive relationship between them.

"What about the name? Is there a name? ”

"Uh...... Seasons? Mei Lan bamboo chrysanthemum? Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting? Take what you like, there is no sound in my memory, just watching them tear their hair and fight, I don't know what they are called. ”

Ask Orange scratched his ears and cheeks and didn't come up with their names for a long time, which ruined the good atmosphere guided by Shan Yan.

"Are you going to be resurrected or not? What exactly do you want to say, do you still have a number in mind? ”

Shan Yan was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh when he asked Orange, his hand that was about to write paused, pinched the pen and turned it around in his hand, still smiling and gently guiding Ask Orange, but he was more determined in his heart, he would be interested in Ask Orange, and he was completely led astray by Edgeworth's heart, and her cuteness would only drag her feet on key things.

"I thought of it! Wait for me, I know where to find the name in the troupe! ”

Ask Cheng looked at Shan Yan's expression strangely, knowing that he was pretending.

Asked Orange to see that he acquiesced to listening, and began to think about how to connect the fragments of broken memories in his mind into a story, and this thought was silent for a long time.

Shan Yan saw that Wencheng stopped talking again, thinking that she was reading less and lacking language, and didn't know how to tell about it, so he took the initiative to guide her to ask:

"Where did you perceive something to happen?"

"Hmm...... The opera troupe, a very large troupe, generally does not start the play easily, once the play starts, it will definitely make a name for the whole city, and then make enough fame and money, and then disappear for three or four years and no longer play ......"

Ask Orange to try to cooperate with the single proverb to smooth out the story.

Shan Yan smiled helplessly and bitterly, and asked Cheng to say that he didn't even come out for such a long time, and he had to continue to guide:

"Who's in the troupe?"

"Hmm...... The old class owner, the adopted son of the class owner, two or three...... Bill, otherwise it's four horns that want to be horned? That's where my memories begin, they're all dressed in Dan costumes, and I can't tell who's who. ”

Ask Orange to say this is the same as not saying it, the characters are there, and the contradictions have not come out, even if it is a good woman, it is difficult to cook without rice.

Shan Yan frowned and looked at Wen Cheng, and then looked at Jian Xin, who was sitting on the ground in the ancestral hall interrogating the soul of the young man, he could vaguely feel that Jian Xin's side was not going well, that soul seemed to be more difficult to ask than Wen Cheng, and the angry Jian Xin clenched the hilt of the bronze sword several times and thought of a sword to cut the other party.

"What are you looking at? Are you listening to me, I suspect that there are four Dan waiting to become horns, and three of them were bought by the old master from the traffickers, and the adopted son seems to have been bought as well...... This memory is a bit messy, it's not real, let's talk about something I can understand.

One of them saw her younger brother when she followed the troupe into the city to sing, and the sister and brother recognized each other and discussed that they would run away together on the night of the full moon. ”

After Ask Orange to finish speaking from memory, it was Shan Yan's turn to be puzzled: "Uh......"

He didn't understand what Ask Orange said at all, but in order to match Ask Orange's train of thought, he took out a notebook from his pocket and recorded it with a pen.

"I'll sort you out, what you want to say is that the old class master opens a play every three or four years, and only one Dan is popular in each play, right?"

"Yes, that's what it means, those four corners are competition."

Shan Yan gave a slight guidance, and asked Orange to nod desperately, confirming that there was a competitive relationship between them.

"What about the name? Is there a name? ”

"Uh...... Seasons? Mei Lan bamboo chrysanthemum? Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting? Take what you like, there is no sound in my memory, just watching them tear their hair and fight, I don't know what they are called. ”

Ask Orange scratched his ears and cheeks and didn't come up with their names for a long time, which ruined the good atmosphere guided by Shan Yan.

"Are you going to be resurrected or not? What exactly do you want to say, do you still have a number in mind? ”

Shan Yan was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh when he asked Orange, his hand that was about to write paused, pinched the pen and turned it around in his hand, still smiling and gently guiding Ask Orange, but he was more determined in his heart, he would be interested in Ask Orange, and he was completely led astray by Edgeworth's heart, and her cuteness would only drag her feet on key things.

"I thought of it! Wait for me, I know where to find the name in the troupe! ”

Ask Cheng looked at Shan Yan's expression strangely, knowing that he was pretending.