Lu Qiu sat up straight without a word, and touched his boot with his right hand.

The movements of the two are exactly the same.

However, the door lock only rang for about ten seconds before it stopped. I don't know why the person outside the door changed his mind again, stood at the door for a while, and left with a stomp.

"Who is this?"

Fang Linna frowned and lowered her hand, her tone very dissatisfied.

Lu Qiu looked at the direction of the door wordlessly, silent.

"Get ready for bed."

She said.

……

The sound of a harp sounded in his ears, and Lu Qiu opened his eyes speechlessly, and found himself sitting in a seat in the theater. The light around the seat is very dim and blurry, and it is difficult to see people, but in front of each seat, there is a pair of hands resting on the back of the seat in front of you.

The sound of the harp came from the stage, and Lu Qiu looked at the source of the sound wordlessly, and a man sat in the center of the radiant stage.

The flaxen-colored curls hung down to the ears, the extremely three-dimensional facial features were like a knife and an axe, and the eyes were as dark blue as ink, hidden in the deep eye sockets, like the water of the river Styx guarded by the legendary Kerperos.

His silhouette is five points similar to West, but West's temperament is like a flower, and this man seems to be a god who has landed in the world, with an unbeatable nobility and indifference.

His long, bony fingers gently plucked the strings of the harp, and from his fingertips poured notes kissed by the muse, and he sat quietly on the stage, playing the harp.

Lu Qiu raised his hand wordlessly and patted his head,

It felt all too familiar to her.

It's just another illusion.

However, being able to trigger the illusion condition proves that she was right. It depends on what kind of treasure this illusion can bring her.

I don't know how long it took, but when he finished playing the last note, the audience burst into thunderous applause. The hands of men, women and children, who had been hanging on the back of the chair, vigorously set off this storm-like applause.

The man stood up and bowed slightly.

Suddenly, the scene suddenly changed.

Lu Qiu was speechless, only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the stage in front of him had changed greatly. A large tree vine used for decoration, in the middle stands a prop tower; The man stood under the tower and stretched out his hand to the sky.

"Ah, lighter! What kind of light shines in front of the window over there? ”

He spoke, with a sad and lonely expression, and his voice was bright and magnetic.

His eyes were very affectionate, and even from a short distance, Lu Qiu could feel the emotions in him without words.

"That's the east, and Juliet is the sun in the east.

Rise, beautiful sun, come and cover it

That jealous month, she because of you, her maid,

Far more beautiful than her, and already pale with sorrow—"

"That's my young lady, ah, that's my love!

Ah, if only she herself would admit that she was mine!

She spoke, but there were no words: what was that;

Her eyes are playing tricks; Let me reply to her.

Don't be too reckless, she's not talking to me,"

There was no one else on the stage but him, but he was standing there, every move, every glance, as if outside of him, there was really a beautiful and amorous girl on the tower, pulling his thoughts.

Lu Qiu's speechless eyes were unconsciously attracted to him. The heavy love and sorrow made all the audience devote themselves to this play.

She could even hear low sobs in the dark shadows around her.

Then there was another scene on the stage, and the man on the stage also changed, he was wearing a formal dress and a sword.

"Don't go, don't go, sit down. Don't move! I will first put up a mirror in front of you, so that you can see the face of your own heart. ”

He drew his sword and laid it across his face.

"Bloody acts! It's bad, it's good, it's a good mother, it's no worse than killing a king and marrying his brother. ”

It was a very contagious cry with anger, so that onlookers unconsciously followed him and shouted to this fate.

One drama after another, alternately appearing, from beginning to end, only this man is on stage. His emotions are so intense, sadness, joy, anger, joy, that he is the only one and only needs him.

can interpret every scene so perfectly.

It seems that even one more person will ruin such a natural performance.

The audience was completely crazy under such a performance, even if they couldn't see the existence of the audience, Lu Qiu could feel their joy, anger and sorrow with the movements of the people on stage. The shouting, the crying, and the laughing are like bursts of waves crashing on Luqiu's speechless spirit.

At the end of the last play, he turned around and faced the audience.

Golden light sprinkled on his head, face, body. He opens his arms to the audience, the gods who accept the fanaticism of their believers.

The applause like the mountains and tsunamis has endured for a long time, and there is even an intensifying momentum.

Lu Qiu was speechless, only felt that his head was starting to hurt a little, as if something was going to get into his head.

Just as his head was getting more and more painful, suddenly, there was a huge sound of glass breaking.

Click.

The golden stage, the pitch black surroundings were shattered, and a strong sense of weightlessness came, Lu Qiu closed his eyes wordlessly, adjusting his body, trying to relieve this feeling.

When the weightlessness disappeared and Lu Qiu Wuyan opened his eyes again, he found himself on the stage.

It's still the same stage just now, but the lights have disappeared, and I can barely see the situation on the stage through the small lights that emit a faint blue light around me.

a pile of worn-out props covered in dust and cobwebs; The tower of Romeo and Juliet, which I saw earlier, was crooked, and long crystalline spider silk fell from the top, connecting to the floor.

Where is the glorious heyday just now?

It's just a pile of broken walls.

In the very center of the stage, a man hangs.

He was dressed in the costume of the show, and the saber props were still hanging on his body.

Hanging quietly, it blended into a picture with the old props behind him.

Lu Qiu was speechless, holding the dagger he was carrying with him in his right hand, and walked up to the hanging man.

It's that person.

The man on the stage, as if the gods had descended to earth.

He hung his head, drops of foul-smelling blood dripping from him. I don't know how long I've been hanging here, the blood on my body has been rancid and black and red, but it's still flowing.

The most important thing is that his face is gone.

The face, which could be called the work of heaven, was stripped off and thrown at his feet.

Lu Qiu looked at him quietly without a word, this man who was hanging in mid-air and lost his life.

Even if he died, he still had that unique temperament, which was integrated with the stage and inseparable.

Lu Qiu wordlessly bent down and picked up his face on the ground.

The moment you first start, the surrounding environment changes like a marquee; In the blink of an eye, she was back in the room.

opened her eyes with her, and Fang Linna,

I don't know what Fang Linna saw, her eyes were red.

Fang Linna's eyes fell on her hand, and as soon as Lu Qiu lowered her head wordlessly, that face was held in her hand.

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