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    On the second floor, near the handrail of the corridor, this place has a good view and can almost have a panoramic view of the scenery on the stage downstairs.

    Jingyanxiu just sat down and heard a clanging Gong. He slightly pursed his lips and looked over his head.

    Beijing erhu and other musical instruments play together at the same time, the curtain is opened, and a good play begins.

    All the people in the theater were quiet and looked at the good play in front of them.

    The stage was babbling and singing about the rise and fall of the country. The fireworks of war burned across the vast and distant land. Smelling the past was filled with the chaotic period of war.

    Looking at the girl on the stage, Jing Yanxiu''s eyes gradually lost focus. It seemed that through her at that moment, Jing Yanxiu felt the disturbance and bloody helplessness on the battlefield again, mixed with people''s helplessness and crying for help.

    The rise and fall of the country, the fragmentation of mountains and rivers, the pain of subjugation, and the decline of the Qing Dynasty.

    Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun are on and off. They mourn the separation and on to comfort and express their feelings of rise and fall.

    The people under the stage entered the play, personally felt this grief, all kinds of helplessness, and felt extremely hateful to the invaders.

    He sat there with his eyes on his side and looked at her quietly.

    The original rage aroused in the heart outside Wangqiu building seemed to calm down slowly at this moment.

    Mr. Jing lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes were slender and thick, and fell gently under his eyelids. The tear nevus at the end of the eye is cool, thin and calm.

    He slowly turned his finger, his slender body leaning coldly against the soft chair, and his military uniform was slightly cold. The broad shoulders look straight, hard and cold.

    Mr. Jing doesn''t understand drama and doesn''t like listening to it. Now he hears the name of the singing under the stage by chance. He hasn''t heard it, and he doesn''t know what it is.

    But he can forget the words and lyrics and accurately feel the emotion that the people in the play want to convey to him.

    In the era of war, many people can''t help themselves. Human life is like mole ants. If you go to one, there are others. If you don''t obey, you will die. If you follow, you will still die. But the former dies of the body and the latter dies of the heart.

    Can''t help but subjugate the country.

    Mr. Jing pursed his thin lips slightly and looked down at the girl on the stage.

    Turning the snow-white fingertip of the wrench, he slowly stopped. His eyes were still cold and calm, but a closer look seemed to be mixed with something else.

    The country will not die, and you will not be helpless in troubled times.

    Because you have him.

    You are not Li Xiangjun, nor is he Hou Fangyu.

    You are his... Qingqing.

    The light golden tassels on the shoulders shook gently, and the cold military uniform showed the coldness of refusing people thousands of miles away. The light golden button held the pocket watch and poked into one side of the pocket.

    The slender fingers are wrapped in white gloves, and the lined fingertips are more and more slender and bony.

    The young and beautiful warlord sat indifferently in the soft chair and quietly looked at the scene on the stage. He didn''t move, his eyes fell under the stage, the tea on the table slowly turned from warm to cold, and the semi early morning sun gradually shone high.

    Until the gong sounded and the curtain was pulled up, he gently trembled his long eyelashes and woke up like a dream.

    Li Shijin was shocked when he finished tasting the aftertaste. He really felt that the play was memorable. Li Jingjing was so excited and generous that he admired Shen Wanqing more and more.

    How could... How could someone sing the play into people''s hearts, why can''t they dig it away?

    Li Shijin got up and walked to the backstage, while a master on the second floor also got up and left without saying a word with his lips. Seeing this, aide Su behind him hurriedly followed his footsteps.