After sitting down, Jing Wenbin took a sip of tea. He asked, "after talking for so long, I don''t know your daughter''s name, master Shen. I just heard you call her ''light''. Is it that light?"

    Originally, he had been drooping his long eyelashes and was not interested in anything. He just sat there lazily and looked at the man with the pocket watch in his hand. His eyelashes trembled.

    When the snow-white fingertips were picked, the opened pocket watch cover was pressed down.

    The long eyelashes opened, and the dark eyes fell on father Shen.

    Slightly sipping the lip flap, the lip color is light, as always, as light as the expression.

    Shen''s father didn''t know what had happened, but shook his head and said, "my daughter''s name is Shen Wanqing. It''s not light, it''s the Qingqing River..."

    Suddenly, Jing Wenbin was shocked.

    Adjutant Su, who stood waiting, also showed an expression of being struck by thunder.

    What a coincidence in the world?!

    They not only have the same name and surname as their wife, but also like singing.

    But

    Jing Wenbin shook his head.

    But Miss Shen is only 19 years old. Ten years have passed. If she is really a sister-in-law, she should be 29.

    Besides, he saw his sister-in-law buried with his own eyes.

    It can''t be a sister-in-law.

    Although he thought so, Jing Wenbin still couldn''t help looking at Jing Yanxiu secretly, trying to see his expression.

    He saw the man close his lips, and the dark pupil was cold and calm. He didn''t seem to be shocked by master Shen''s words, but he was as calm as ever.

    Jing Wenbin was relieved.

    Maybe he thought too much.

    If she is really a sister-in-law, how can Yanxiu be so calm?

    But Jing Wenbin didn''t see it.

    The pocket watch originally placed in the palm of a man''s hand has been pinched into a pile of scrap iron by a man.

    Just then, the suona sounded and the Beijing erhu came out with the accompaniment behind the curtain.

    The curtain was pulled up.

    A "Yang Guifei" wearing a female Python suit, a phoenix crown and a jade belt came out from behind the curtain.

    The steps under the skirt grow lotus step by step. It looks very light and flexible.

    The actors on the stage were babbling, and the "Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty" stood beside the "imperial concubine Yang".

    Jing Wenbin almost never listens to the opera. In the past, he only knew that his sister-in-law was a dramatist and sang the best in Beiping. It''s a pity that I''ve been doing business abroad. Before I could listen to a song, I heard the sad news of the unfortunate death of my sister-in-law.

    The girl''s suspected sobbing voice, gentle and soft voice, with helplessness and compromise.

    "Your Majesty. Although your majesty is kind, there is no way to survive. If you miss it again, you will burn jade and stone, which will increase your concubine''s crime. I hope your majesty will take away her concubine to protect the country... Long live..."

    The girl''s voice was as gentle as a yellow warbler. She pinched her voice and waved her sleeves. Yang Guifei sat on the stage and wept.

    In front of him, Tang Minghuang had drooping shoulders, sad faces and helpless hearts. There was nothing he could do.

    The people on the stage don''t know they are in the play, and the people under the stage don''t know they are in a dream.

    In a trance, Jing Wenbin heard a low sob in his ear.

    Crying?

    Jing Wenbin subconsciously raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

    The place touched was wet.

    He cried, too.

    I didn''t notice it at all.

    Tears came down involuntarily.

    After the curtain call.

    Just now, the audience was stunned by the drama that went straight to the spirit of heaven, and it took a long time to shake their mind.

    The courtyard was very quiet, no one spoke, only the faint uncontrollable sob.