For those villagers in the mountain villages, the fifteenth day of the lunar month is the happiest and happiest time for them, because they basically put down their chores at home, abandon their worries and sorrows, and sit here quietly listening to the play.

Because these storytellers and singers are not very literate people, can they know the outside world better than they do?

Even if you really know a little bit about going from south to north, but this twice-a-month storytelling and singing drama is almost the same as rapping.

So what to do?

Although it is a closed mountain, there are also smart people?

Finally, someone came up with a note, that is, to change the new things of the nearby villagers into an opera and sing it to everyone.

These mountain people are tired after a day's work, and what they most desire is physical and mental relaxation, that is, they like to listen to the short riots of these owners and westerners. Especially which bastard man went to which widow's bed, and which married man liked to seduce which man.

That's what they really need, just to find excitement, and the more cheesy the better.

So the fifteenth day of the first day of every month is their craziest day, and almost the small square where the singing is crowded.

This is how Yin Tommy and Xuanyuan Han squeezed into the middle of the crowd today.

It's just that Xuanyuan Han can't see it, even if he can't see it, he hears the voices of so many noisy people around him, and he who has been suffocating in the cave feels comfortable at this time. It's like you've returned to the crowd from another world.

He leaned tightly against Yin Tommy, trying to look in the direction of the stage, and he was completely like watching the play seriously.

Fortunately, they went early, and when the two of them went, the play had not yet begun. But the people listening to the play had already arrived, and everyone craned their necks to look behind the curtain, waiting for the characters behind them to come out.

"Are you still used to it?" Seeing that Xuanyuan Han was squeezed to the point that he had to stand on tiptoe, she looked at him worriedly and said, "If it's uncomfortable, we can stand back." ”

"No!" Xuanyuan Han hurriedly shook his head and said, "Are you standing in the center and can see and hear clearly?" ”

"Yes." Yin Tommy is indeed like this, she stands in this position, which happens to be the best position to watch the play, not only can you see the position of the stage in front of her, but also can hear what they are singing.

"Listen to it, you must sing it to me." Xuanyuan Han repeated happily. He didn't like to go back to the cave anymore, being crowded by the crowd, and the feeling of being close to Yin Tommy made him very comfortable.

A long time ago, I felt like this, but I can't remember it.

He believed that he had definitely not seen her before, but when he touched her, why did he have a special feeling? It was as if he was a wandering child, homeless and wandering away for so many years. At this time, it was like finally finding his home.

"Come on, come on, today I will sing to the big guy a story that happened in our village more than ten years ago......" It was at this time that the curtain opened. The protagonists appear one by one.

Everyone held their breath at the time, not knowing what story they were telling more than ten years ago, and that widow's lace news was collected by them?

It was at this time that a baby suddenly appeared on the stage, followed by the cries of "wow", "wow" and "wow".

Then a strangely dressed mother-in-law walked over and picked up the baby in the grass.

At that time, someone in the audience shouted, "Yin mother-in-law, Yin mother-in-law, Yin mother-in-law......"