Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Liyuan.

After the theater pavilion in the front yard was renovated, two pink silk ribbons fluttering in the wind are hung from the beams. This is a very popular auxiliary tool for silk hanging performances recently. The characters use the silk ribbons to perform a series of performances such as aerial chases and competitions. The light movements, beautiful dancers, and ethereal air catch people's attention at once.

After finishing their meal, the group moved over. Lan Die, dressed in a pink dress, was leading everyone and giving them detailed instructions, making the final division of labor.

Across from the small Persian vegetables that had been frying for a few ridges, opposite the theater stood a pavilion with a slightly higher platform, which was the theater viewing pavilion. Standing in it, one could have a panoramic view of everything happening on the open stage opposite.

Across from them, Lan Die and a dozen other dancers all knelt down. Except for Lan Die, who wore a double-layered, five-color gradient-dyed, large-skirted tube dress, the others were all wearing turquoise, single-layered, large-skirted dresses with V-necks. Beauties like clouds bowed down gracefully, their skin white as white, their bodies graceful. Qin Yunxiao couldn't contain himself the most, his eyes widened to their maximum, his gaze obsessed, "Wow! Wow! So beautiful!"

There are pavilions with flying eaves, shady green trees, rockery and arch bridges one far and one near, and blue sky and white clouds in the afternoon. It is a perfect time, place and people. Xie Xin withdrew his gaze, and after the mistress and the master were seated one by one, he sat down at the bottom with his head raised.

Apart from anything else, the opera artists in the mansion are truly top-notch in clothing and makeup, with plump breasts, slim waists and long legs. Everyone has clear and lively eyes, and is elegant but not vulgar, and has their own unique style.

In terms of the fine workmanship of the silk shawls alone, they are far ahead of other teams.

Wang Shutong was delighted by the sight and was very satisfied with her own dance troupe. The layers of large skirts showed off the pure and enchanting feminine charm. It was her new favorite. Just as she sat down and hadn't crossed her legs, Xiao Si stretched out his hand to touch her, mumbling, "Cold..."

The word "mother" made her touch her throat and press her tongue against it over and over again, and she almost patted her chest flat, finally making her understand who her mother was. Even though Wangshu's heart was as cold as her final "cold", she could only accept the title she had adjusted herself.

After all, compared to my biological father's sound which has not yet been pronounced, all he hears is a "de de de" sound, as busy as four horse hooves, my own "cool" is more than enough. So let it be cool. It's hot, so it's good to be cool.

He immediately smiled and said, "Xiao Si."

There were originally two little ones crawling on his knees, and two older ones leaning on his left and right. Qin Xiuyuan was surrounded by his children. When the little one saw his mother responding to him, he kept calling "cold" and "cold". He climbed up and leaned steadily in his mother's arms, pointing his finger at the silk ribbon hanging from the opposite side, and humming...

After a while, his eyelids began to droop, and he tried hard to open his eyes to watch the opening of the rehearsal of Sizhu's preparations for movement across from him. Wangshu put his arms around the little fat pig, who was a little sleepy after eating. As Xiao Si made way for him, Qin Yunxiao and Mingxi quickly took up their places, and they were close to each other, trying to compete with Xiao San for their father's arms and thighs and attention.

This dance tells the story of a lively girl swinging on a swing amidst blossoming mountain flowers. She swings higher and higher, her skirt fluttering in the wind, exuding an air of innocence. A group of playmates gather around her, laughing, playing, singing, and dancing. Then a scholar appears. It's a rather clichéd story: a stunning encounter, a shy and awkward advance and retreat, then slowly holding hands. The swing unravels into two sections of silk ribbon, with the girl and the scholar each clinging to one. The girl runs away a few steps, and the scholar quickly catches up, chasing them mid-air as the swing scatters. First they hold hands, then embrace affectionately, their arms around each other as they soar, their eyes fixed on each other. Beneath the ribbons, a dancing troupe follows the two...

The highlight of this scene is that the two characters in the air mostly hold the silk with one hand, and there are even many movements where they don't hold the silk at all, such as hanging upside down, the scholar bending down to pick up the girl on the ground, and embracing her waist to invite the moon...

Don't be fooled by the fact that the scholar was a woman dressed as a man. When she grabbed the silk with one hand and flew up, and with the other hand she picked up the girl on the ground and held her in her arms, and they "flew together in mid-air", Qin Xiaosi became more and more excited as he watched. He couldn't open his eyes at first, and his mouth opened wide. He straightened his body and watched intently.

The warmth and passion of the scene faded, and the two began to resent each other. The entangled couple began to curse each other, and gradually pushed and blocked each other with one hand, kicked each other with hands and feet, and the clothes were torn and scattered. The scholar was spitted away, and the girl fell to the ground in tears, and the boudoir resentment was deep...

The dance troupe followed suit, covering their faces and crying bitterly, their steps trembling and unsteady, their bodies and minds in deep sorrow.

Everyone over there was sad, and three people here were crying too. Mingxi, Xiaosan and Xiaosi had tears in their eyes and were sobbing. Several maids couldn't help but have red eyes. The kids were too immersed in the role and had tears in their eyes. When they laughed, they looked for their father, and when they cried, they called for their mother. Well, all of a sudden, three crying babies, big and small, ran up to her one after another, but didn't want others to see them crying, so they all buried themselves in her arms.

Wangshu, who was wearing thin clothes: ...I feel hot in front of me, this is not good.

Then they watched the play. The girl was heartbroken. She wanted to hang herself with the silk and cut the silk ribbon with a sword. The followers stopped her, picked flowers to coax her and sang to comfort her. Finally, they started the opening dance again and welcomed the girl back to the swing. The past sweetness and sadness were just a dream. Her playmates danced gracefully, and she swung back and forth, laughing and happy.

Even when Landie brought all the staff over to pay their respects, Xiao San and Xiao Si were still looking angrily at the man who played the scholar, their fists clenched tightly, looking angry, like little role models who wanted to run up and fight against violence and uphold justice.

Wangshu smiled and waved his hand. Xiaoqing presented a plate of silver ingots as a reward.

"Look how into the show these little fans are!"

Before she could finish her words, Xiao San started shouting, "Mom, don't give it to him!" She pointed her finger at the scholar dressed as a man, and said angrily, "He's a bad guy!" Turning to her father, she said, "Daddy, beat the bad guy!"

This made the scholar scratch his head and ears, his face flushed red.

Qin Xiuyuan came over and picked up his youngest son, who was dispatching troops. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pinched his chubby cheeks. "My dear son, this is a fake villain in the play, not a real villain. If you meet a real villain, Daddy will beat them, and Mommy won't give them any money. This is..."

The little guy was relieved at this moment, fearing that he would miss out on punishing a real bad guy.

Qin Yunxiao chuckled at the side, "Xiao San, the bad guys are all outside!"

Mingxi was also immersed in the role, with a little red in his eyes. After asking people to stand up, he personally handed the silver tray to Landie, "Master, you acted so well! It made me cry!"

Qin Xiuyuan came over and patted his eldest daughter's head to comfort her. Lan Die stood up and smiled in thanks, "It's all thanks to Madam for coming up with this play."

She has been practicing dancing for many years. Although she is approaching thirty, her shoulders are thin and her neck is long, and her posture is as beautiful as if she were in her twenties. She plays the protagonist, a young girl, who is gentle and beautiful in the play.

Mingxi leaned his head against his father, very dependent, "Daddy, Master Lan said I danced the Jinghong Dance well." Looking at the silk ribbons fluttering in the wind opposite, "I can also dance the silk dance!"

"Wow, you're so awesome!" After praising him with a pleasant face, he turned around and instructed his son, "Bring little sister here to take a nap." He then left first with the two pairs of children.