Backstage under the base of the opera hall, in the independent studio of the playwright

Because of Alice's strong style, Corell had nothing to do as a playwright, so he took out his pen and paper and took time to write his latest opera.

It wasn't until Correll arrived on patrol and told Yare about it that he put down his quill and dried the paper, ready to go to his hapless friend.

Before his feet stepped out of the threshold, he met a lean and capable young man, and the other party smiled politely:

"Mr. Dainqi, Mr. Dean, please come over and discuss the latest script. ”

Dainch knew this man, he was the assistant and bodyguard of the director of the Thracian Theater, and he was very much appreciated, and he was an object that could not be offended.

"In that case, please lead the way. "Anyway, there's still plenty of time now, and I'll go to Yalei when I get the script done later."

"Okay, please come with me. ”

At this time, the concert hall is filled with the fast and rapid melody of the violin, and the opera hall is not moving at all. The lights on the stage turned from red to purple, gradually dimming, and finally only a few beams of silver light fell on the violinist on the stage, and suddenly, the sound of the violin became sonorous and enthusiastic......

Sticking alone in the small black house, Yalei's mind rose and fell with the music, suddenly as sharp as thunder and lightning, suddenly like a gossamer, floating...... Floating......

Suddenly, the lights went out, and a majestic concerto played in the concert hall, mingling with the sound of drums like galloping horses, like spring thunder, knocking him down from the clouds. At the same time as the mind is lost, the strength is out of control......

"What......"

The knight's face was colorless, and the ironclad truth told him that the heart is divided into three uses to have capital, and if he doesn't have that ability, it's better to be conservative.

Finally, when the pain subsided, Yalei immediately blocked the music in his ears, and concentrated on his guard without squinting.

Opera House, Dean Room

"Mr. Dainch, your new work is too violent, and in my opinion, it is even more outrageous than 'Flowers of Hope'. For example, in the second scene, in order to win, the hero uses all three indiscriminate means, and the opponent who is from a famous family and has a decent style is paralyzed. The other party agreed to surrender and kill them all, it was too unconscionable, there was no knightly demeanor, and it did not match the main idea of the empire......"

Another example is the fifth scene, in order to save the world, the hero does not hesitate to kill his wife, assistant and lover, and his daughter, and the last person dies alone. Although he later adopted an adopted son who would carry on his legacy, it was still too dark...... I can't help but want to hit you after reading it......"

"In the last scene, the villain is resurrected, and the villain No. 2 is also resurrected...... How can it end up like the villain has won? Your thinking is dangerous, young man......"

The old bald director of the theater held a script and chattered endlessly, pointing at Dainqi's nose from time to time and scolding.

"Yes, yes...... Change and change ......" A screenwriter is as submissive as a quail, but he doesn't think it's angry in his heart, and even a little excited. With the other party's power and qualifications, he really doesn't like himself, and he wants to crush himself, and he doesn't even need time for a meal. In his opinion, this curator is willing to take the time to scold himself, which is to look up to himself.

Scold, scold, in short, I just want to write stories that can heal people's hearts, and for this, I will not regret dying!

In addition to the secret joy, Dainqi was also a little anxious, the other party had already sprayed himself for an hour, and it would only be ten minutes later, but it was about to take a break.

"Alas, I'm getting old after all. The old curator suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted out the door: "Rodman, help me out to the bathroom." ”

A lean, lean young man stepped in and took his arm.

Dane asked tremblingly, "Mr. Dean, I still have something on my hands, isn't it...... Can you leave?"

The old man walked to the door tremblingly, and when he heard this, he turned around and glared at him viciously: "You are not allowed to go anywhere, and I will continue to scold you when I come back." ”

It's endless! Dainqi was anxious, and suddenly looked at the white paper on the curator's desk, and a flash of inspiration. Hurriedly lay down on the table, pulled out a quill pen, dipped it in ink and sprinkled a few strokes, and drew a sketch of the route.

Fold it into cubes and stuff it into your pocket. He poked his head out and looked out the door, where the old curator was already far away. Only then did he tiptoe out of the door and rush up the stairs that led to the upper floor.

Dainqi's body was not strong in the first place, and after a few years of screenwriting career, he also gained a lot of weight, and he was tired and panting after not running a few steps.

He was able to run up the stairs and reach the first floor of the pedestal, and there was a faint scolding voice from the old curator behind him: "Where is Dainqi, where are you going? There is no one in the toilet? Hurry up and get back to me, if you still want to engage in the screenwriting industry!"

Oh no, this old man is furious!

Originally, he was going to rush into the concert hall and hand over the drawn road map to a knight in charge of the guard, who must know Yalei.

Now it seems that he still overestimated his degree, and it must be too late. The old man, who had always been stingy, must have known that I had touched his pen and paper, and that he might have to find fault, so it was better to be careful and hide the evidence of the crime first.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he stuffed the sketch under the angel sculpture by the handrail, and shouted, "Mr. Nannett, I just want to go to the toilet all of a sudden, don't be angry, I'll go back." ”

At this time, the patrol team happened to patrol from the concert hall to the first floor of the pedestal, and Corell looked at his back and muttered strangely: "What is this guy doing in the director's room?"

On the grand staircase in front of the dance hall, the guards were bored with bragging, glancing in awe at the side room behind them from time to time - from their point of view, they could see Yalei standing upright.

The knight had the courage to keep his eyes on the door. Therefore, people are knights, and they can only be small soldiers.

Unable to listen to music, his lower body still had a dull pain, and he could only do a workout every once in a while, Yalei felt that time had become difficult. He had no choice but to look at the sky outside the door, counting the stars boringly, counting until it was chaotic, and then counting again and again......

I don't know if it's a mental factor, but as I counted, the music seemed to stop. The Cavaliers held his breath and pricked up his ears, the music seemed to have really stopped! It was probably halftime and Clark was probably back right away!

A calm Clark lived up to his expectations, and after only a few minutes, he walked back with a scent on his lips and a happy smirk on his lips.

"Go!" the man opened the doorway.

"It's punctual!I'll leave it to you!" Areley gave a thumbs up, and couldn't wait to get out of the little dark room in the side room, and as soon as he stepped down the hallway, he stopped.

By the way, I don't know the way! Why didn't this guy come to me yet? It's really not like his style, be patient and wait.

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