At this moment, the waiter grabbed a few books and walked to the shelf behind Jing Rong. He was about to place the books at the foot of the shelf.
Ji Yunshu noticed!
"Wait."
She called out to stop him.
The waiter paused and turned his head to ask, "What's the matter, sir?"
"Are you going to put the book there?"
"Yeah! The corner of this shelf has always been unstable. Master didn't come to fix it, so I can only make do with books for the time being! "
"How can there be padding at the bottom of a book of sages? Wouldn't it be better for you to go out and find a rock? "
"Ah?"
"Give me the book."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then he passed the books to Ji Yunshu.
Then he went down to look for stones.
Ji Yunshu held the book in her hands and looked at the dull color of the paper. It was probably several years old. The four corners were worn out and there were also places that were smoked.
She turned to the title page and saw a name written on it.
He froze for a moment!
Jing Rong saw that she was in a daze, so he picked up another book to read.
He paused for a moment before saying, "Song Zhi?"
Yes, these books were the poems that Song Zhi published five years ago.
Bai Yin was curious. "Song Zhi? The Song Zhi who treated us to dinner? "
That's impossible!
Ji Yunshu flipped to the first part of the poem and read it aloud, "Wild Puyun Mountain, near the yellow mulberry branches. Old friends gazed at the West Tower, thinking of an inch of tea and wine."
"Good poem, truly a good poem." Jing Rong's heart was filled with admiration. "To be able to compose such a poem, one can see that the literary talent is extraordinary."
"I didn't expect Young Master Song to be a great poet!"
Bai Yin interrupted again, "He's clearly in a difficult situation. What kind of scholar would act like that?"
I don't believe it!
Little Fool picked up a flat stone and came back.
Ji Yunshu raised the book in her hand and asked, "May I ask if this book of poems belongs to a poet named Song Zhi?"
The waiter nodded. "Yes! But that was before. "
"Oh? What do you mean? "
"This Song Zhi used to be a poet, but he stopped writing poems."
"Why?"
Little Twenty Fen said regretfully, "I don't know why, but he became a storyteller, specializing in writing plays for theatrical troupes. It's really strange. He could have been a poet, but he chose to do that kind of thing."
In Huyi, being a storyteller was an extremely unpopular profession!
It was even a little lowly!
Ji Yunshu thought for a moment, then took out some silver fragments and stuffed them into the second-hand bag. "I want these poetry books."
"Ah?"
"What? You're not selling?"
"That's not it."
"Then I'll buy it."
"Alright!" The waiter happily pocketed the silver and said, "Do you still want it? I have a few more here. "
"No need."
"Then I won't disturb your meal."
The waiter walked away happily.
Ji Yunshu quite liked Song Zhi's poems. Every one of them was amazing.
But why did he choose to be a storyteller instead of a poet?
After dinner, they went to the Zhao Family Troupe's theater. At this time, the sky was already dark.
Many people came to the opera house.
The stage built by the theater was very large. The first floor was filled with chairs and tables, and the second floor was a semi-circular structure that wrapped around the stage. It was a specially designed private room.
The three of them found the best seats on the second floor according to the ticket stubs.
The troupe brought a pot of tea and three plates of peanuts.
The curtain was drawn on the stage, so no one could see inside.
Everyone was looking forward to it.
Ji Yunshu looked around and happened to see Song Zhi, that servant, walking in with a bag tied with a rope. With one look, she knew it was something from the kitchen.
Song Zhi took the ticket and found his seat. It was at the front of the first floor.
Jing Rong followed Ji Yunshu's gaze and saw Song Zhi.
He said, "It's really fate."
"Indeed fate!"
Song Zhi sat upright and gently placed the things in his hands on the ground, afraid that they would knock or bump.
After all, it was for eating.
At this time, the play had already begun!
The troupe staff picked up the lanterns hanging in the surroundings and blew them out.
Except for the light on the stage, the surroundings were dark.
Pay attention to the atmosphere!
After all, it was a play about ghosts and monsters.
Ji Yunshu stared at the stage with anticipation.
She was waiting for the good play to be praised.
"Thump, thump …" The music started.
Everyone's heart also tensed up.
The huge curtain was slowly pulled open.
The first scene was the marriage between the Hua Dan and the young man.
The Hua Dan wore exquisite makeup and a bright red costume. One of her hands was holding a red silk scarf while the other was holding the young man's hand.
The male lead in the play was called Liang Sheng and the female lead was called Furong.
The Hua Dan covered her head with a red veil and smiled shyly. She sang, "When the red candle enters the tent, my heart falls to see Langjun at my side. My love has a screen of life and death. Today I hope to cover my head with the veil. Langjun! I wish to know the dawn of spring with my body. "
The young man pulled the red silk scarf and sang back, "Today I have you, the moon shines on my clothes. I am determined not to betray the red beauty. Holding the red scarf, I smile."
Her singing was beautiful and moving!
The scene was also very beautiful!
The audience was quiet and watched without blinking.
They were very envious.
Soon, the candles on the stage were extinguished and the first scene ended.
In the second scene, Liang Sheng and Furong were affectionate. The female weaved the cloth while the male plowed the fields.
In the third scene, the daughter of a rich family, Xiang Xin, appeared and met Liang Sheng.
Xiang Xin fell in love with him at first sight. Her face was adorned with delicate red makeup. She sang, "Liang Langjun is like a willow branch. My daughter's heart can't refuse. I wish to drink a cup of wine and spend a night in bed."
Liang Sheng was happy and slowly approached her.
Then he reached out and hugged her.
The two of them were affectionate for the whole night.
In the fourth scene, Liang Sheng put on a hideous makeup. For the sake of his future and money, he drugged Furong with food. Then he scratched her face and pushed her into a dry well.
Furong screamed miserably!
From then on, Liang Sheng was like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. He married Xiang Xin and became a rich man.
The audience broke out in a cold sweat.
They were even more furious.
In the fifth scene, the atmosphere on the stage changed. The song also became strange and terrifying.
Furong crawled out from the bottom of the well. Her body was covered in blood and her face was badly mutilated. She looked very frightening.
She cried and sang, "Your heart is cruel and ruthless. You pushed me. I hate that you don't care about the feelings of the past. If you are broken, give me your life."
After she finished singing, she tore off her face and replaced it with an exquisite mask.
Her eyes were full of hatred.
In the sixth scene, Furong used her new face to attract Liang Sheng's attention. Liang Sheng met her every night.
In the end, he ran into Xiang Xin. Liang Sheng made up his mind and killed Xiang Xin and threw her into the dry well.
The atmosphere was tense!
In the seventh scene, everyone below the stage held their breaths.
Furong tore off her mask and revealed a hideous face.
Liang Sheng was frightened and terrified.
Furong cruelly tore off his skin and flesh.
The eighth scene was also the last scene.
On the stage, Ghost Lady Furong was wearing a white dress. She knelt in front of a grave made of yellow soil. She held the soil and cried.
The most classic song was about to come!
Ji Yunshu's emotions were fluctuating as she watched.
Ghost Lady was crying and singing in front of the grave, "Watching my husband shed his bones and turn into fireworks under the tree, I could only … Ugh!"
Her voice stopped abruptly!
The audience did not understand.
They looked at each other.
Ghost Lady Furong held the yellow soil in her hands. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were wide open.
Although she had put on makeup, the fear on her face could still be seen.
Finally …
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