"Baozi, newly released buns."

"Sir, you haven't been here for several days."

“Those who have money support themselves by money, and those who don’t have money support themselves by others.”

The ancient city of mortals has the most human fireworks at night.

When Zhao Yun arrived, the streets and alleys were already bustling with people.

He was like a tourist, walking slowly among the figures, with every step he took, there was a touch of vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

Yes, it is the vicissitudes of life, which belongs to the Taoist body.

Returning to the old place, there is such a state of mind, which is called things and people.

This is immortality, a long life, just look at the prosperity of the world that comes and goes a few more times.

His road is very long.

Going round and round without stopping for a long time.

It is the Taoist body that is looking for the tenderness in memory.

"This is it."

Zhao Yun murmured to himself and stopped in front of a shop.

In the shop, calligraphy and paintings were sold, but a hundred years ago, it was a small tea stall. There was a woman selling tea, guarding an old grandfather. The tea she made was very special, and even a hundred years later, it is still endless aftertaste.

, just like her smile, it is unforgettable.

Zhao Yun's eyes dimmed a lot, and he was in a trance.

His thoughts, along with Tao Ti's memory, returned to a hundred years ago.

"Girl, a pot of tea."

"Young Master is not a local!"

The best years have been missed.

His tears stained the corners of Zhao Yun's eyes.

"Zhao Yun?"

A sudden call interrupted Zhao Yun's thoughts.

When he looked sideways, he saw a little girl looking up at him.

He is actually a little fairy, the disciple of the Black and White Shuangsha.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Yun couldn't help but be startled.

"Watch the fireworks in the world." The little fairy bit into half of a candied haws.

"Good."

"Let's go, please watch the show."

"Watch... a show?"

"Um."

The little fairy didn't care whether Zhao Yun wanted to or not, so she just picked him up and left.

The two of them appeared again, in front of a loft at the corner of the street.

Zhao Yun took a look at the plaque. The word "Red Mansion" was written quite gracefully. Judging from the decoration on the facade, it must be a theater. When he was a child in Forgotten City, his mother often took him to the theater.

"I still have something to do, let's go first..."

"Come here, let's watch a show!"

The little fairy smiled and forced Zhao Yun in.

This girl has already reserved a seat, and there is a big stage directly opposite.

Zhao Yun sat down and glanced around.

Business at the Red House is good, and it is almost full before it even opens. There are people of all ages, men, women, and children. The busiest person is the waiter, who runs back and forth with a tray, serving tea and snacks to the guests.

"It's time to take a rest." The little fairy stuffed her with a piece of pastry.

"You are quite leisurely and elegant." Zhao Yun buried his head and rubbed his eyes.

After rubbing it, he became confused.

The divine law, which had been dormant for eighteen years, dragged his consciousness away again.

It's still the same artistic conception, it's still the great heavenly sound, accompanied by the influence of the ancestor's emptiness.

He fell asleep now, but it did not prevent the drama from starting.

Accompanied by the sound of the gong, the curtain on the stage slowly opened.

When you are born, you will be pure and ugly, and you will wear brightly embroidered clothes. After you sing, I will come on stage.

The drama has gone back and forth... there has been one scene of joy and another of sadness.

good!

The spectators in the audience cheered constantly and it was very lively.

The sleepy Mr. Zhao seemed out of place.

Compared to him, the two people in his Zifu were quite sentimental. One was on the left and the other on the right, one was holding his hands while the other was stroking his beard. It was so boring in the middle of the night, but he still had a show to watch.

Look at the little fairy, she is indeed interested.

Whenever anyone cheered, she would shout along.

You know, she is a fairy.

For those who didn't know, I thought she was the eldest lady who escaped from some family.

soon.

Zhao Yun woke up from his daze and sat there alone in a daze.

I had another dream, I was afraid that I had some insights, but I didn’t realize that I was in a state of confusion.

"Does that person look familiar?" The little fairy poked him.

Zhao Yun collected his thoughts silently and looked at the stage with unfinished thoughts.

As soon as I entered the scene... I saw a woman in costume, stepping on lotus steps.

"Moon God?" Zhao Yun murmured, and subconsciously stood up. Although the other person was wearing heavy makeup, he could see clearly that his true appearance was the same as that of the outstanding Xiu'er from his family.

"What?"

Perhaps his seat was too far forward, which provoked a lot of abuse from the spectators behind him.

He didn't seem to hear, he just looked at the stage blankly, when the woman in costume fluttered her sleeves, covered her face and looked back.

The four eyes looked at each other, as if they had known each other before.

"Hey." The little fairy pulled Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was stunned and sat down subconsciously.

He must have missed the moon god too much, which is why he lost his temper like this.

"Her name is Yanzhi, and she is the little disciple of the theater master." The little fairy whispered.

"You have Chenzhu."

"I tried, she is not the incarnation."

"Can you tell me why you often dream about the Moon God?" Zhao Yun looked sideways.

"I don't know either." The little fairy shook her little head, "Anyway, I often dream about it."

Zhao Yun was dubious and looked at the stage again.

Like, Rouge and Luna look so similar, especially those eyes.

Not only did he feel similar, but the two people in his Zifu also had strange expressions at this moment. An actor actually looked exactly like the Moon God. It felt very fresh and strange to be singing like this.

good!

Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, there was another round of applause.

Zhao Yun had no further enlightenment and concentrated on being a spectator. Rouge performed very well, like a butterfly, dancing on the stage, bathed in the bright moonlight, adding a touch of dreamy mood.

Um?

At a certain moment, Zhao Yun and Little Fairy looked at each other.

When it was over, both of them glanced at Piaomiao in unison.

"Watching a show makes me uneasy."

Zhao Yun put down his tea cup, stood up and left.
To be continued...