Officers and soldiers quietly surrounded the hut.

No one dared to raise their voices.

They knew that even the remnants of the Wu clan of the inferior bloodline had terrifying power that ordinary people could not imagine.

Repression.

In the air, only the sound of a woman's harp came from the hut, accompanied by the faint sound of wind chimes.

The officer glanced at Li Shusheng, he gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to say hello under the attention of everyone.

The piano stopped.

There was a sigh from the hut.

"Li Gongzi, you're here."

"I've been waiting for you...... It's been three years. Every day for three years, I counted. ”

"And on the last day, you're finally here."

"It's just that now what you want is no longer me, but my life."

…………

Li Shusheng stayed where he was.

A pair of white hands slowly lifted the bamboo curtain.

A girl dressed in red and embroidered with a gold-threaded iris on her long skirt walked out.

Everyone's heartbeat stopped.

Even the officers and soldiers in the grass forgot to draw their swords.

The girl in red had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, her charming eyes narrowed slightly, and her pupils seemed to be as clear and moving as a refined clear sky.

The rouge smeared on his meager lips was red like his own blood.

The girl glanced at the army that surrounded her.

In the face of the swords, guns, swords, halberds of Rulin, he had no fear, and calmly seemed to be walking by the river.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes.

Like a maple leaf that is about to fall, the reddest moment happens to be the last moment of burning life.

It's not just the stage that's quiet.

All of them put down their phones and watched with bated breath.

It seems that I have traveled through a fleeting time and seen the girl in the legend back then.

For a moment, they were all stunned.

…………

He Lan couldn't remember what happened in the middle of the plot.

just watched with all the audience, and finally the girl who had no way to retreat, took off her hairpin, walked to the edge of the cliff with her hair scattered, and gently sang the magnolia lyrics.

The girl stared at the sky and hummed softly, softly.

There was even a hint of nasal immaturity.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

…………

"Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable."

…………

The girl's voice was completely devoid of resentment and pain, but seemed to tell the nostalgia for the good old days that had long gone.

There is no hatred and entanglement.

It's just that everything is in the past.

Whether it is beautiful or sad, it is like flowing water, and there is no trace of existence.

The general froze, and so did the soldiers.

No one raised a sword against her.

Or rather, everyone has forgotten that they exist.

Only the clear sky at this moment, the maple leaves at this moment, are like eternal dreams.

I don't know how long it took for the general to react.

He yelled at the soldiers to come forward and capture the witch.

But when everyone was watching, the girl's figure had disappeared into the cliff.

Only a small golden hairpin remained, sparkling.

Only that song still echoes in the mountains.

"Lishan said that it was half a night, and the tears and rain did not complain."

"How can he be like a lucky brocade cloth, and he wishes for the day with wings and branches."

The man had vanished, like a fresh breeze in his ears.

But that word remained forever between heaven and earth.

………………

It's over.

Everything is until the end, and many people are still in a shocking state of sluggishness.

And not just because of the beautiful heroine.

What's more, because of that poem, this originally scribbled story turned out to be like an aftersound, which is unforgettable.

If life is only as it first seems......

This gentle sigh hit the hearts of the boys and girls in the audience.

Someone muttered silently, and for a while forgot to applaud.

Bang Bang Bang –

It wasn't until the old man Chi on the second floor took the lead in applauding that everyone applauded desperately as if they had just woken up from a dream.

For a while, the applause in the theater was like a tidal wave.

All the actors walked up to the stage in unison and saluted the audience.

The girl who disappeared under the cliff just now also waved at everyone with a faint smile at the moment.

The elegant style of the gestures like a song attracted many people to applaud wildly.

That person, that poem, that look back at the style, has been deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Even if he is poor, for the first time, he feels that it is not a loss to spend a few hundred yuan to look at such a look.

There are also boys who stand up excitedly and applaud the heroine, and they can't even care if their faces are glanced at by their girlfriends next to them.

"He Lan Xiaoyou, what do you think of my granddaughter?" Chi Lao looked at He Lan with a smile.

He Lan muttered in his heart, and the old man suddenly asked why is this?

If it is Zhao Duoji, who is a friend, he may reply with an evaluation such as "I have social security" and "the best in the world".

But in front of other people's grandfathers, do you dare to say such nonsense?

"I think she has good acting skills......" He Lan stubbornly considered the words, and couldn't think of any words for a while.

"Uh...... It also looks like he's in good health. ”

"That's it, in the future, the lovely great-grandchildren, if you want to have a few and have a few, it's absolutely no problem!"

HE Lan: ???

He Lan: Who told me how to answer this?

He was a little powerless to complain, so he could only turn his head and talk to the beard as if asking for help.

It turned out that Hu Zichang's seat was empty, and he didn't know where he went.

The next moment, Hu Zichang actually appeared on the stage, his eyes were red.

At this moment, the applause from the audience gradually subsided.

"Hello everyone, I am the chief screenwriter of this stage play, the president of the Jiangbei Provincial Poetry Circle, Hu Zichang."

"First of all, I would like to apologize to the actors and the audience - this script has received a lot of criticism and suggestions."

There was a murmur from the audience.

The glimpse of the heroine at the end of the square, and this moving poem, dilute most people's boring impression of this drama.

At this moment, many people think that this drama is actually quite good!

The heroine and that poem are obviously blown up at the level!

However, Hu Zichang was not complacent, but took a deep breath.

"The highlight of this drama is actually not my credit!"

"First of all, I would like to thank our beautiful Miss Chi for her amazing acting skills."

Many people nodded secretly.

"In addition, I would like to thank the original author of this poem, Mr. He Lan!"

"It's his song "Magnolia Flowers: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends", which perfectly turns this stage play into magic!"