As You Yan's bamboo flute sounded, two figures began to slowly walk out from the stage, wearing green soap robes, white jade crowns, and hairpin appliqués.
One is Du Liniang, and the other is scholar Liu Mengmei.
Xiao Fan still knows this.
It's just that the actor who plays Liu Mengmei is also a woman, Xiao Fan can tell at a glance.
Because her facial features are very pretty and somewhat delicate; but there is a bit of majesty between her eyebrows, and there is even a bit of sternness in her eyes.
But why does this person look familiar?
It's like I've seen it somewhere.
But no matter what, I can't remember it. Anyway, there is a feeling of déjà vu.
"Where did they recruit this troupe?" Xiao Fan asked Wang Jie.
"Oh, this, I heard it's from the town."
"You know them all?"
"No, I only know one, but only when she was a child. When she grew up, she went to study abroad. Now, I haven't even seen her in person in the past few years."
"Oh, that's it."
After the music was played on the stage, the singing began.
"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all left in ruins."
The familiar tune spread slowly, and Xiao Fan thought of that dream again, because that dream just happened yesterday.
The dream was so real that he didn't forget it when he woke up.
Although the singing skills on stage were not as good as in the dream, the far-reaching and profound artistic conception suddenly invaded Xiao Fan's bones, his mind, and his consciousness.
The two women on the stage played their respective roles, walking back and forth.
The sleeves are flying in the air, and the eyebrows convey emotions.
Performing the legend of immortality for thousands of years.
Xiao Fan was drunk by both listening and watching, as if he had been in that secret garden, transformed into a butterfly, danced, and witnessed the dream with his own eyes.
"Xiao Fan!" The young man named Wang Jie called to him beside him.
However, Xiao Fan's eyes were fixed on the stage, his thoughts drifting into the distance.
"Xiao Fan..." Wang Jie shook the person next to him, "The play is over."
Xiao Fan finally recovered from his daze. "What?"
"The play is over."
"Oh." Xiao Fan then realized that the program on the stage had changed, and what was going on now was a folklore sketch.
"What's wrong?" Wang Jie seemed to have glimpsed something in Xiao Fan's dazzle just now.
"Oh...no...it's nothing."
"Really?" Wang Jie asked, still looking at Xiao Fan's face.
"It's nothing really."
Wang Jie had no choice but to give up.
Xiao Fan and Wang Jie watched the program together for a while, until he felt that the rest of the program was really uninteresting, and he could no longer endure it, and he could no longer hold back the fluctuation in his heart.
Xiao Fan simply said to Wang Jie: "I'm leaving first."
"Uh, what's the matter?" Wang Jie was still cracking melon seeds.
"I don't think it's interesting, so I'm going to bed first."
"Oh, that's it, then go ahead."
After bidding farewell to Wang Jie, Xiao Fan slowly walked to the back of the stage. He wanted to see if the group of Kun Opera singers were still there.
However, he only saw a young woman loading boxes into the car.
"Hello girl!"
"Hello." The woman paused and looked at Xiao Fan.
"Excuse me, are you the ones singing on stage just now?"
"Yes." The woman replied.
"Where are your people?"
"Are you okay?" the woman asked.
"Something happened."
"What's the matter?" The woman became more and more confused.
"The one who sings Liu Mengmei."
"You know her?"
"——I don't know."
"and you?"
"Maybe we know each other."
"What?" The woman became even more puzzled: "How do you say this? Do you know me or not? You have to be sure, right?!"
"That's why I said I'm not sure."
"You wait."
Xiao Fan waited.
The woman walked towards the front of the car, probably to ask.
After a while she turned around and said, "No, she's gone!"
"Where have you been?" Xiao Fan asked.
The woman spread her hands, "Who knows!?"
"Aren't you two together?" Xiao Fan refused to give up, "There must be a way to contact you, right?"
The woman looked noncommittal.
"Isn't it normal for a team that met in town and formed a makeshift team to go their separate ways after the performance?"
Forget it, Xiao Fansui gave up.
"Are you playing Du Liniang?" Xiao Fan asked again.
"yes."
"What's your name?"
"Xin Xiaoqi."
"Oh, the name is good, the name of a star."
"You made a mistake, it's not that Qi."
"Oh?! I don't think there is any difference."
"If you think that way, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Where are you going?" Xiao Fan asked Xin Xiaoqi, although it was not that Qi.
"Why are you asking so many questions? Do you have any intentions?"
"I think we are very compatible, so I just want to ask one more question. Please don't mind."
"Fuck you? Are you really joking?"
"Nothing, I think you are very special. At least you will make people feel comfortable."
"Thank you for your compliment. You are indeed a special person. I feel very comfortable chatting with you, even though you are often confusing."
Xin Xiaoqi continued to pack things and was putting some scattered things on the carriage.
"Do you want me to help you?" Xiao Fan asked kindly.
"Ah, no, no, no, it's all done. I won't bother you."
"Oh well."
Xiao Fan hasn't left yet and is still lingering in front of him.
"I really admire you. It doesn't matter if I tell you, although I don't know what your intentions are." Xin Xiaoqi didn't know whether it was because she was relieved or because of other reasons, she said: "First go to the town with the car to return the props, and then I will
Back to the village. That’s it.”
"So you also live in this village? Are you also a member of this village?"
"Yeah." She nodded, "Yes, that's absolutely right. You are very smart."
Xiao Fan was slightly embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm leaving. Goodbye! See you next time." Xin Xiaoqi shook her arm to Xiao Fan with the front of the car facing out.
Xiao Fan also raised his hand and waved.
"What a strange guy, I've never seen him before." Xin Xiaoqi muttered alone in the car.