Next, Nangong Yin is acting here, she can't act perfunctory like this, she is still very professional, she is very "busy" looking for treasure these days, although she also knows nothing.

Nangong Yin also fought with Nandian School and Beidian School and the rest of the people when she was looking for treasures, but because Nangong Yin was injured, she didn't fight much with people, so she just sat in the back and planned to plan.

However, there are also accidents, Nangong Yin once had an accident while listening to the opera below in a teahouse in South America.

It was still a rainy night, it was pouring rain outside the building, the night was dark, there were few pedestrians on the street, Nangong Yin mainly didn't have anything to do, if you wanted to relax, you just came over to listen to some opera, after all, it was still kind and relaxing to hear things from your own country in a foreign country.

Whenever she sees an opera, Nangong Yin's mind always has some fragments that cannot be connected: the dim lights after the performance, the lonely makeup mirror, the blood-stained rouge, the messy makeup table, the orchid-like jade fingers, the smiling beauty, the earth-shattering gongs and drums, the weeping huqin, and the ancients who appeared on stage and left the stage...... This seems to be a bit of an illusion of a dream life, which is also the charm of opera.

I always feel that opera has a kind of magic, which can not only amaze people with extremely luxurious makeup, but also make people intoxicated with extremely subtle content, which is worthy of the word "beautiful".

Especially in the performance of romantic affairs, it is more interesting, compared to the current movies and television, Nangong Yin really likes to watch opera in some aspects.

The beauty's eyes flowed, and she shyly turned around and said, "Come with me", full of spring and infinite reverie.

In the tune of "Nanbangzi", the young couple are like two butterflies among the flowers, playing and dancing again and again, and finally the water sleeves are matched, everything is in self-talk.

Concubine Yang, who hid her resentment with a drunken state, a lying fish, can please the whole scene.

The "old" Xu Xian sighed at the West Lake: "It's really the West Lake is better than the West Lake, and it's always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup." Is this a praise for the West Lake or a praise for the white snake in the same boat behind her?

Nangong Yin also has a lot of research on opera, and she can think of so many operas by looking at the scene below.

Opera is like that, exuding exquisite elegance everywhere. I always feel that opera and Chinese painting are inextricably linked, whether it is in literary opera or martial arts, every appearance of the actor can be set as a painting, the composition is exquisite, the proportion is appropriate, and the shades are appropriate, which makes people have to sigh: "Beautiful!" ”

Watching opera is a pleasure!

Maybe it's because of the rain outside, the guests are sparse, and there are a few people sitting here and there in the hall on the first floor, looking at the clothes like people from country Z, and they are also in a foreign country, these things can really relieve homesickness.

On the stage, the little lady babbled and sang Farewell My Concubine, the water sleeves were flying, and the eyes under the costume were seductive, and the people next to her were still singing, "Pull out the mountain and cover the world, and the times are not good; If you don't die, you can't help it, and you can't help it. ”

The second floor is much better than the first floor, the elegant seat is much more luxurious, the huge room has a table and a collapse, the decoration is restrained and simple, the green furnace and green smoke are curling, and the precious spices that are unique to country Z are burned.

The rainy night is sticky and damp, which makes people feel depressed, but watching the opera is not so depressing, Nangong Yin holds a fan in one hand and fans it slowly, watching the opera downstairs lightly, and occasionally she will applaud when she goes to a wonderful place.

Suddenly, at this time, a faint wisp of killing intent appeared.

I want to talk about "Sweet Military Marriage, the Hacker Little Wife of the King of Soldiers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~