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Tens of thousands of people were dyed with green grass, and from a distance, it seemed that the green area of the Qinshan Martial Arts School had suddenly expanded a lot, and dozens of water wheels drove into various parts of the square for people to wash themselves.

After a very sincere apology from the school, everyone looked at each other and laughed, even if it was over.

One person's embarrassment is a real embarrassment, and when everyone is like this, there are two very famous explanations before the cataclysm, one is called Songkran and the other is called Carnival.

Even the most hypocritical and difficult to provoke on weekdays can not see the slightest dissatisfaction on the faces of the incumbents of the scientific research institute, this is the confidence of Qinshan Martial Arts School, which father dares to guarantee that his little rabbit cub will not come to Qinshan to take a walk... Well, there is a special case in the base city, such as the family surnamed Zhao who can't be provoked.

"White everyone... Ooh... It's the white people who have come to power! ”

"That's not right, isn't everyone Bai the finale, why did you play early?"

The host's voice was full of fanatical admiration, "Today, our school is fortunate to invite you to present an excerpt from the Peony Pavilion of the ancient song, a dream. ”

I saw the white amateur wearing a plain white ink embroidered shawl, a pink stand-up collar embroidered shirt, a white-background bluegrass pattern embroidered horse-faced skirt, combing and grabbing the bun, the green onion long braid hanging down the back of the head, the bun with net flowers, the head full of treasure light, all kinds of diamonds and gems inlaid on it, the point Fei cui ear digging is separated by the grass flowers, and the small phoenix peach is half warped.

Then there are bundles of hairpins, hairpins, step shakes, and tans spread out on the hair, trembling slightly.

This head alone made everyone present staggering, covering almost all materials such as stone, bamboo, jade, bone, gold, silver, shellfish, agate, amber, diamond, and even high-order source crystals with a little bit of diamond-like dust.

People say that the step shakes the beads, and the step shakes also.

Bai Abu floated on the stage like a light cloud, coupled with the wind in the open field never stopped, the beads on her head did not make the slightest sound, until she stood still in the center of the stage and gently took a cavity, and all kinds of tassel beads made a long and crisp sound.

A voice sighs,

"Women in the world are affectionate, and they would rather be like Du Liniang!"

"Dreaming of a person is sick, illness is healing, to hand-painted description, passed on to the world and then died."

The sound was so light that it caught in my ears, like a breeze blowing on my face, and like a snowflake in June, which disappeared in an instant.

"Alas, I finally heard the Peony Pavilion of the White Family again..."

"Why doesn't this person who reads white come on stage?"

"There is a tone and tone, just listening to a few words of recitation, it's worth the trip!"

"Ignorance, this pronunciation is the ability of the white family to speak in ventriloquism, and I don't know this?"

Nian Bai said,

"I don't know what to do, go deep"

"The living can die, and the dead can live"

"Those who are born and cannot be resurrected, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not lovely."

In just a few words, everyone was transported to a distant place that they had never reached.

The white amateur opened his mouth slightly and sang,

"Dreaming back to the warbler, the chaotic years are all over, and people set up small courtyards and deep courtyards"

Lin Chou gasped, this...

As soon as the song continued, everything was quiet, and it seemed that even the wind had stopped, and only the clear tone was ethereal and tactful.

Somewhere in the audience, Zhao Ziyu and Sikong sat together, yes, there were two carefully carved chairs of nephrite jade that were warm in winter and cool in summer under the buttocks of the two.

There are fifty bodyguards at the lowest and second order, and the big man stubbornly holds up a shadow for the two of them.

On stage, deep and lingering tunes are sung repeatedly.

Offstage, Sikong's eyes were already empty, and his mouth was open.

"If the above is not a white amateur, I think Ben Shao is already in love..."

Zhao Ziyu drank the cold and heart-cold salt soda, pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly,

"It's shriveled like a bean sprout, what's the catch, hmm... What Young Master Ben likes is Sister Qingyu's kind of mature and glamorous sister, woo wow, the mountain is high and the road is long, and you still need to explore it with all your might. ”

Sikong disdainful, "You are seriously lacking in maternal love, this is a disease, you have to be cured!" ”

The singing voice of the white amateur echoed throughout the Qinshan Mountain, and the beautiful birds of red or green flew down to the canopy one after another, and they were not afraid of people, and carefully approached the stage step by step.

The aftermath is lingering, and a hundred birds are coming.

"The beautiful scenery of a good day is a day, and the courtyard is happy!"

In a low tone, a picturesque woman seemed to appear in front of people's eyes, and Du Liniang, who was self-hurting, self-pitying and self-pitying, was talking eloquently.

The beautiful and long-lasting, deeply sentimental melody complements the complaining and mournful mood, and the singing is fragrant.

After a song, Bai Suren waved his eyes, his eyes wandered back to the audience, the corners of his mouth were slightly twitched, but no sound came out.

Sikong muttered, "I was surprised that the lovesickness was not revealed, it turned out that it was only because it had been penetrated into the bones." ”

"What did you say?" Zhao Ziyu was surprised.

Sikong said in a low voice, "She said that she was surprised that the lovesickness was not revealed, and it turned out that it was only because it was in the bones. ”

Zhao Ziyu scratched his head, "The gods are chattering, I don't understand..."

Sikong sighed, "Since ancient times, amorous women have nothing to hate, and the world is full of bosses like you, even if there are all kinds of amorous, who can you talk to?!" ”

"Cut!" Zhao Ziyu was very disdainful.

"First of all, the empty hatred you said even though there are all kinds of amorous feelings."

Zhao Ziyu pointed to the platform,

"Whether it's a man or a woman, you tell me clearly first!"

Sikong was dumbfounded.

Here, Lin Chou also had to express his admiration for Bai Amateur's singing skills, although the gender boundaries were very blurred...

But truly talented people are absolutely worthy of respect, and there is no problem in calling everyone white.

"It's the first time Boss Lin has listened to everyone's singing?"

Lin Chou nodded and looked at Qin Wuyong who was speaking...

It seems that there are a lot of people surnamed Qin in the base city.

Qin Wuyong smiled and fiddled with the recorder type III in his hand,

"At the venue of the 200th anniversary of the establishment of the base city, the Bai family sang the whole fifty-five plays of the Peony Pavilion in one breath, and at that time the Bai family was still a very small girl, and she couldn't walk steadily.... The whole venue is full of all kinds of birds and beasts, dancing with the melody, the white family sings, faints to the ground, these strange beasts and birds do not allow anyone to approach, spread their wings to cover the pergola, there are birds to bring all kinds of magic plant fruits, feed to the white family to eat, for three whole days, until the white family wakes up safely, the birds gradually disperse, the bright light sensation, the legend. ”

How could such a thing happen? Is this a mythical version of the legend of Mingguang?

"Boss Lin doesn't believe it?"

Lin Chou nodded.

Qin Wuyong snorted, "I don't believe it either!" ”

“....”

The mountain master leaned his neck on the stove, suddenly woke up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth,

"Hmm... What's the situation? ... Whew, finished singing? What a good singing! ”

Xia Yu pouted, "Did you wake up from your old man?" ”

Shan Ye's eyes are like caring for lonely children begging along the street, "If you don't get drunk with wine, everyone gets drunk, Lao Tzu is immersed in the far-reaching artistic conception of music, and he is intoxicated!" ”

“...”

There are such brazen people!