Chapter 1557
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In the afternoon, Father Shen came back from outside.
When he passed by the courtyard, he suddenly heard the sound of various musical instruments such as the Beijing Erhu, as well as the singing of an opera troupe.
It sounded sad and sorrowful, but it was also very moving.
Father Shen stopped in his tracks.
He turned his head to look.
The sound seemed to be coming from Qingqing's courtyard.
Could it be that Qingqing invited an opera troupe to perform in the mansion?
Father Shen didn't like opera troupes, but he respected the culture of opera very much.
It was passed down from generation to generation, and it was the quintessence of the country.
It was just like the books of the scholars.
Outsiders said that it was pedantic and sour, but its wealth was unparalleled.
The knowledge of foreigners was advanced, but how could it be compared with China's!
Father Shen pursed his lips and walked over.
When he came to the courtyard, he happened to meet a servant girl.
Father Shen asked casually.
"Young Miss invited an opera troupe to the mansion?"
The servant girl shook her head and replied, "Yes, Young Miss is performing."
Father Shen, "…"
"What?"
At that moment, Father Shen suspected that he had misheard.
Qingqing was performing?
When did she know how to perform?
Father Shen walked in with a feeling of disbelief. When he saw the situation in the courtyard, Father Shen's feet suddenly stopped.
He didn't know when a more than ten feet high stage had been set up in the courtyard. It was well-decorated, with a red cloth hanging down, and the stage was full of audience.
The moment you walked in, you would feel that you were in a theater.
Father Shen's gaze fell on the girl on the stage, who was wearing a female python costume. The pearls were swaying, the tassels were swaying gently, and lotus flowers were blooming with every step she took.
Her usually fair little face was covered with heavy makeup. Red eye makeup stained her cheeks, and there were gems in her mouth.
The person on the stage pinched her fingers and waved her sleeves. Her autumn eyes were bright and lively.
Her voice was mellow and sweet as she sang a sad and heartbroken story.
After the song ended, the audience took a long time to recover from their shock.
Then there was a warm applause from the audience.
"Young Miss sang so well!"
"Young Miss is so great!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, her singing made my heart ache, boohoo …"
"…"
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