"Jian Jian, you said that if you were to compare with the instructor, who would be more powerful?" Mo Xi wanted to ask curiously.

"Sister, I am naturally beautiful and difficult to give up, how can it be bad." Ye Jianyan was rarely narcissistic.

"Anyway, a toast to the debriefing show!" In the bedroom, Mo Xi wanted to take out the juice that had been hidden for a long time and share it, even if there was no wine, it would be fun to drink the juice.

"Come on!" The four of them folded their hands together, pressed them down, and lifted them high.

On the day of the performance, what will happen to the vignette?

On the last day, on the morning of the debriefing day, the group of seven put on makeup in a small room behind the scenes, and then rehearsed again.

A week's hard work was not in vain, and the seven of them nodded in tacit agreement and cheered for the next performance.

The debriefing show has finally arrived.

The host cooperated on the stage and interspersed in various programs, and the seven people behind the scenes waited for the host's announcement, and their heartbeat was a little faster: "Next, I will invite An Yisheng, Jin Zili and other students from Class A to bring a textbook drama to perform "The Spirit of the Times"! Applause, please! The host smiled and walked off the stage, looking forward to a wonderful performance.

A slightly melancholy guzheng music came from the backstage, and Li Shuxu slowly opened his mouth as a narrator: "Chirp and chirp, Mulan is a household weaver." I didn't hear the sound of the machine, but I heard the woman sigh. Ask the woman what she thinks, and ask the woman what she remembers. Women don't think about anything, and women don't remember. ”

In the center of the stage, Jin Zili was wearing a somewhat shabby and yellowed cotton coat, sitting in front of the spinning wheel, holding his forehead and sighing lightly.

"I saw the military post last night, the Khan ordered a large number of soldiers, and the military book was twelve volumes, and the scrolls had the name of the master. Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no eldest brother, and he is willing to be a saddle horse for the city, and from now on he will fight for his grandfather. ”

On the stage, Jin Zili picked up the scissors, resolutely cut off the back of three thousand ink hairs, and looked at everything in the house for a long time in the dark night, not wanting to forget them.

"The east market buys horses, the west market buys saddle sheaths, the south market buys bridles, and the north market buys long whips. When I leave my grandmother and go, I stay by the Yellow River at dusk, and I don't hear the voice of my grandmother calling her daughter, but I hear the splashing of the Yellow River. As soon as he left the Yellow River, he went to the head of the Black Mountain at dusk, and he didn't hear the voice of his grandmother calling the girl, but he heard the chirping of Yanshan Hu Qi. ”

Say goodbye to his parents, reluctant to look back, only afraid that he will regret leaving. Jin Zili didn't fall from the tears in his eyes, and he was alone, riding a horse, and went to the barracks.

"Thousands of miles to the plane, Guan Shan is like flying. Shuoqi spreads the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron coat. The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years. ”

Jin Zili held the sword in his hand and slashed at the enemy around him without hesitation, the blood on his face was not his own, but the enemy's. The battlefield was cruel, and it was too late to say goodbye to his teammates who were training with him day and night, so he could only retreat at the orders of the general.

"Come back to see the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven sits in the Ming Hall. Twelve turns, rewards hundreds of strong. Khan asked what he wanted, Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang, he was willing to gallop thousands of miles and send his son back to his hometown. ”

Fame and fortune are empty, and there is affection at home. It's been ten years, and after ten years away from my hometown, is my hometown still the same? Jin Zili rode on the iron-blooded Humvee, hoping to return to the homeland he had always dreamed of coming to soon.

"When the grandmother heard that the girl was coming, she came out of Guo Xiang to help the general; When my sister heard that her sister came, she took care of her red makeup; When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and went to the pigs and sheep. Open the door of my east pavilion, sit on my bed in the west pavilion, take off my wartime robe, and put on my old clothes. When the window is cloudy, the mirror is yellow. went out to see the fire companion, and the fire companion was busy: I have been with me for 12 years, but I don't know that Mulan is a girl. ”

After a long absence, I have returned, and I am still full of warmth! Now I am no longer the Mulan who kills all sides on the battlefield, but an ordinary daughter of the Hua family, Mulan! Comrades-in-arms, get to know me again, Mulan!

"The feet of the male rabbit are fluttering, and the eyes of the female rabbit are blurred; Twin rabbits walk on the ground, can Ann tell that I am male and female? ”

This is the land I once guarded, and in the future, what incredible legends will happen here?

Turning his gaze to the other side of the stage, Liu Yuanmo read the words of the narrator, and his heart ached: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest." "The male god who usually doesn't want to read this kind of heroism.

Xiao Yuanbei stood in the center of the stage, with the blessing of Jin Zili's makeup, his hair was straight, and he looked full of anger.

"Look up at the sky, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce." But this is Xiao Yuan, don't look at it, it's still interesting and awkward, of course, the audience who is far away can't see the beads of sweat on his forehead.

It's not that I feel hot because I have a lot of clothes, but ......

Wait! Xiao Yuanbei actually forgot his lines at this time!

Xiao Yuan didn't get into the play too deeply, forgot his lines, and in order not to be discovered by the teachers and students in the audience, he had to fool the past with a firm "old drama bone" look. The audience can be fooled, but the friends behind the scenes are not easy to fool.

"Oh no, it looks like I forgot my lines!" Jin Zili was experienced, and he immediately saw it: "It should be stage fright, is there any way to give him a hint now?" ”

An Yisheng saw that his brother on the stage was standing so unproductively, and he was also anxious: "There is a behind-the-scenes projection here, it should be possible to put prompts, Ye Jianyan, you can solve it, your videos are so good, it shouldn't be a problem to put the projection." Then he went into the dressing room and prepared a suitable costume, so that he could go on stage and tell Xiao Yuan not what to do.

The video was not made by Ye Jianyan, but her information is not bad, and it is still possible to adjust the projection or something, so I immediately went to get busy.

Because An Yisheng had a role in the back, it was not so convenient to wear glasses, so he changed his contact lenses. He came on the field, wearing an armor suit, standing with a spear, and making various gestures to Xiao Yuanbei with a serious face, which was the code set in their boys' dormitory before, and in the eyes of the audience, it was the code set during the war, and it did not violate the harmony at all.

Xiao Yuan didn't care, raised his head, as if this was the real "looking up to the sky and howling", and looked towards the prompt.

Ye Jianyan finally got the projection done, and everything was ready when Xiao Yuan didn't look at it. Xiao Yuanbei immediately remembered the lines and read them out with emotion.

Everything returned to normal, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and An Yisheng hurriedly stepped off the stage to prepare for the next scene.

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. "It's really sad.

"Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; When will the courtiers perish? Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. "A strong embrace, pouring out: the shame of Jingkang, referring to the capture of the two emperors of Huiqin and Qin, and they still can't be returned; Therefore, it is said that the courtiers have endless hatred, which is the concept of ancient monarchs and ministers. When will this hatred be resolved? The fame has been entrusted to the dust, thirty has gone, the majestic pen, the words are loud!

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood." "Hungry meals" and "thirsty drinks" are combined; However, only in this way can it be enough to be free and make the best of its potential. Those who do not have a sense of relapse have true qi in them.