Chapter 34: Strange Guy
With the sound of the bamboo flute, two figures began to slowly walk out of the stage, green Luo soap robe, white jade as the crown, and hairpin appliquΓ©.
One is Du Liniang, and the other is scholar Liu Mengmei.
This Xiao Fan still knows.
It's just that Liu Mengmei's actor is also a woman, and Xiao Fan can see it at a glance.
Because her facial features are very delicate and somewhat delicate; But there is a bit of grandeur between the eyebrows, and even a bit of fierceness in the eyes.
But how does this man look familiar?
It's like I've seen it somewhere.
But I can't remember anything, but there is a sense of dΓ©jΓ vu anyway.
"Where are all these troupes recruited?" Xiao Fan asked Wang Jie.
"Oh, this one, I heard it's from the town."
"You know them all?"
"No, I only know one, but only when she was a child, and when she grew up, she went to study in other places. In the past few years, I haven't even met face-to-face. β
"Oh, that's right."
After the soundtrack was played on the stage, the singing began.
"It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they are all paid to the broken wells like this."
The familiar tune slowly spread, and Xiao Fan remembered that dream again, because that dream only happened yesterday.
The dream was so real that he didn't forget it when he woke up.
Although the singing skills on stage are not as good as in the dream, the far-reaching and profound artistic conception suddenly invaded Xiao Fan's bones, his brain, and his consciousness.
The two women on the stage played their respective roles, and the two walked back and forth.
The sleeves flutter in the air, and the eyebrows convey affection.
Interpreting the immortal legend of this thousand years.
Xiao Fan was drunk when he heard it, and he was also drunk when he saw it, as if he was already in that dense garden, he turned into a butterfly, danced, and witnessed the dream with his own eyes.
"Xiao Fan!" The young man named Wang Jie called out to himself beside him.
However, Xiao Fan's eyes looked fixedly at the stage, and his mind wandered in the distance.
"Xiao Fan......" Wang Jie shook the person next to him, "The play has been sung." β
Xiao Fan came back to his senses from his stunned stupture. "What?"
"The play is over."
"Oh." Xiao Fan realized that the program had been changed on stage, and what was now going on was a folk sketch.
"What's wrong?" Wang Jie seemed to have seen something from Xiao Fan's dazzling gaze.
"Oh...... Not...... It's nothing. β
"Really?" Wang Jie still looked at Xiao Fan's face and asked.
"It's really nothing."
Wang Jie had no choice but to give up.
Xiao Fan and Wang Jie watched the show again for a while, until he felt that the next show was really exciting, and he couldn't hold on anymore, and he couldn't bear the fluctuation in his heart anymore.
Xiao Fan simply said to Wang Jie: "I'll go first." β
"Uh, what's the matter?" Wang Jie is still knocking melon seeds.
"I don't think it's interesting, so I'll go to bed first."
"Oh, that's it, then you can go."
After bidding farewell to Wang Jie, Xiao Fan slowly paced to the back of the stage, he wanted to see if the group of people who sang Kunqu Opera were still there.
However, he only saw a young woman loading a box into a car.
"Hello girl!"
"Hello." The woman looked at Xiao Fan in a hurry.
"May I ask you guys who sang on stage just now?"
"yes." The woman replied.
"What about your people?"
"Is there anything wrong with you?" The woman asked.
"Something."
"What's the matter?" The woman became more and more confused.
"The one who sang Liu Mengmei."
"You know her?"
"-I don't know."
"What about you?"
"Maybe I know."
"What?" The woman was even more puzzled: "How do you say this?" Do you know or don't know? You've got to be sure, right?! β
"So I said I'm not sure."
"You wait."
Xiao Fan waited.
The woman walked to the front of the car, she probably went to ask.
After a while, she turned back: "No, she's gone!" β
"Where did you go?" Xiao Fan asked.
The woman spread her hands, "Who knows!?" β
"Aren't you all in this together?" Xiao Fanwu refused to give up, "There must be a contact information, right!?" β
The woman's face was noncommittal.
"Isn't it normal for the teams that met in the town to meet and put together temporarily, and after the performance, they went their separate ways?!"
Anyway, Xiao Fan also gave up.
"You're playing Du Liniang, right?" Xiao Fan asked again.
"Yes."
"What's your name?"
"Xin Xiaoqi."
"Oh, good name, star name."
"You're mistaken, it's not that Qi."
"Oh?! I don't think it makes a difference. β
"If you think so, I can't help it."
"Where are you going?" Xiao Fan asked Xin Xiaoqi, although it wasn't that Qi.
"Why do you ask so much? Is there any intention? β
"I think we're out of love, so I'll just ask. Please don't mind, too. β
"Affinity? Are you really not joking? β
"No, I think you're very special. At the very least, it will make you feel good. β
"Thank you for your compliment, sure enough, you are also a special person, and I feel very comfortable chatting with you, although you are more confusing."
Xin Xiaoqi continued to pack up his belongings and was putting some scattered things on the carriage.
"Do you want me to help you?" Xiao Fan said kindly.
"Ah, no, no, no, it's all cleaned up. I don't have to worry about you. β
"Oh, okay."
Xiao Fan hadn't left yet, and was still lingering in front of him.
"I'm really convinced. It doesn't hurt to tell you, although I don't know what you're up to. Xin Xiaoqi didn't know if it was because of the laxity or something else, she said: "First go to the town with the car to return the props, and then I will return to the village." That's it. β
"So you live in this village, too? Also from the village? β
"Hmm." She nodded, "Yes, not at all." You are very smart. β
Xiao Fan was slightly embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you, I'm leaving. Bye! See you next time you have a chance. Xin Xiaoqi shook his arm at the head of the car and shook it to Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan also raised his hand and waved.
"What a strange fellow, I've never seen it before." Xin Xiaoqi muttered alone in the car.
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