Chapter 1055

At this time, the waiter grabbed some books and went to the shelf where Jingrong put the wine behind him, ready to pad the books in his hand at the foot of the shelf.

Ji Yunshu noticed!

"Wait."

She made a noise to stop it.

After a meal, I turned around and asked, "what's the matter, sir?"

"Are you going to pad the book there?"

"Yes! The corner of this shelf has been unstable. The master didn't come to repair it. He can only make do with books temporarily!"

"Where does the book of sages cushion the bottom corner? It's not better for you to find a stone outside."

"Ah?"

"Give me the book."

The waiter was silent and gave Ji Yunshu some books in his hand.

Then he went down to look for the stone.

Ji Yunshu held the book in his hand and looked at the heavy color of the paper. It has been several years. The four corners have been worn out and smoked.

She turned to the title page and saw a name written on it.

Stunned!

Jing Rong saw that she was stunned, so he took another book to have a look.

Also a little stunned, read: "Song Zhi?"

Yes, these books are the poetry books published five years ago.

Bai Yin is curious: "Song Zhi? The Song Zhi who invited us to dinner?"

Impossible!

Ji Yunshu looked at the first poem and read it out: "at the beginning of the wild, puyun mountain is near the Yellow mulberry and branches. I look at the West Building and think about tea and wine."

"Good poetry, really good poetry." Jing Rong was deeply admired. "People who can make such poems can see great literary talent."

"I didn't expect that young master song was a great poet yesterday!"

Bai Yin interrupted again: "it can be seen that he is so embarrassed. How can a scholar be like him?"

Don't believe it!

The waiter picked up a flat stone and just came back.

Ji Yunshu held up the book in his hand and asked, "is this poetry book yours, a poet named Song Zhi?"

The waiter nodded: "yes! But before."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"This song Zhi was a poet before, but he stopped writing poetry later."

"Why?"

Little 20 points regretted: "I don't know how, so I went to be a storyteller. It's strange to write plays for the drama team. A good poet doesn't do it, but does that kind of thing."

In Huyi, story Lang is an extremely underrated industry!

Even a little cheap!

Ji Yunshu thought for a moment, then took out some silver coins and stuffed them into the small second-hand, saying, "I want these poems."

"Ah?"

"Why not sell?"

"That's not true."

"Then I'll buy it."

"OK!" The waiter happily took the silver into his arms and said, "Sir, do you want it? I still have several copies here."

"No."

"Then I won't disturb you for dinner."

The waiter left happily.

Ji Yunshu quite likes the poems written by Song Zhi, and each capital is amazing.

But if a good poet doesn't do it, how can he turn to be a storyteller?

After dinner, several people went to the theater of the Zhao family class. At this time, it was already dark.

Many people came to the theatre.

The stage built in the theater is very large. The first floor is filled with stools and tables, and the second floor is a semicircular building wrapped around the stage. It is a special elegant seat.

Jingrong three people found the best seat on the second floor according to the ticket stub and sat down.

The troupe served a pot of good tea and three plates of peanuts.

The curtain was pulled on the stage and the inside could not be seen.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Ji Yunshu looked around and happened to see Song Zhi coming in with a bag of things tied with a rope. At a glance, he knew what was in the kitchen.

Song Zhi found his position with the ticket, which was at the front of the first floor.

Jing Rong looked down Ji Yunshu's eyes and saw Song Zhi.

He said, "it's really fate."

"It is indeed fate!"

Song Zhiduan sat there upright and gently put the things in his hand on the ground for fear of bumping.

After all, it's for dinner.

And this time, the play has begun!

The playbook clerk picked down several lanterns hanging around and blew them out.

It was dark all around except the light on the stage.

Pay attention to an atmosphere!

After all, it's about ghosts.

Ji Yunshu looked forward to staring at the stage.

Wait for the good play to be praised.

"Dong, Da..." the song rang.

The hearts of the people also tightened.

The huge curtain was slowly opened.

The first act is the marriage between Huadan and Xiaosheng.

Huadan is wearing exquisite makeup, a big red costume, holding Hongxi silk in his hand and Xiaosheng at the other end.

The male name in the play is Liang Sheng and the female name is Furong.

Hua Dan covered his head with a red cap and smiled with shame. He sang: "the red candle is recorded in the account. My heart is inclined to see. My husband is next to me. I love life and death. I hope to cover my head today. My husband! I would like to know the spring dawn by myself."

Xiaosheng pulled the red silk and echoed, "you can now put the moon into your clothes. I am firm enough to live up to the red Jiao and lead the red silk to enjoy a smile."

Sing beautifully!

The picture is also very beautiful!

It was quiet and looked at it without blinking.

Are very envious.

Soon, the candles on the stage went out and the first act was over.

In the second act, Liang Sheng and Furong are in love. Women weave cloth and men farm.

In the third act, Xiang Xin, a young lady from a rich family, comes out and meets Liang Sheng.

Xiangxin fell in love with him at first sight, wearing a delicate red makeup on her face and singing: "Liang Lang's wind is like a willow head branch, and the little girl's heart can't refuse. She is willing to tangle with a glass of wine and pay her body at the head of the bed overnight."

Liang Sheng was happy and slowly approached her.

Then he put his hand around her.

Two people spend a night together.

In the fourth act, Liang Shenghua put on a ferocious makeup. For the sake of future and money, he even fainted Hibiscus in the meal. Then he scratched her face and pushed her down a dry well.

Furong screamed!

Since then, Liang Sheng carp jumped over the dragon's gate and married Xiangxin as a rich man.

Everyone at the bottom was sweating.

Even more angry.

In the fifth act, the atmosphere on the stage changed and the music became strange and frightening.

Hibiscus climbed out from the bottom of the well. She was covered with blood and her face was rotten. She looked terrible.

She cried and sang: "your heart pushed me to death. I hate it. Regardless of the past, if you break your life."

After singing, she tore off her face and changed into a beautiful mask.

His eyes were filled with hate.

In act 6, Furong attracts Liang Sheng's attention with her new face, and Liang Sheng meets her night and night.

As a result, Xiang Xin bumped into Liang Shengxin, killed Xiang Xin and threw him down the dry well.

Tension!

In act 7, everyone under the stage held their breath.

Hibiscus tore off her mask and showed her ferocious face.

Liang Sheng was frightened and terrified.

Furong tore off his flesh cruelly.

Act 8, the last act.

On the stage, the ghost lady Furong, dressed in white, knelt in front of the tomb built of loess, holding the soil and crying.

The most classic drama is coming soon!

Ji Yunshu was filled with ups and downs.

I only heard the ghost lady lying in front of the grave crying and singing: "look, you have to take off your bones and turn into fireworks under the tree. I have to... ER!"

The sound stopped suddenly!

People don't know.

being at a loss what to do.

Only the ghost lady Furong held the Loess in her hand, her hands trembled and her pupils widened.

Despite her makeup, she could still see the frightened look on her face.

Finally——

Sit back on the ground. His fingers trembled and pointed to the pile of loess.