It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

He is a genius.

In other words, their physical fitness is ridiculously good and they can perform any difficult movements.

Huo Dieyi coughed lightly twice. "Hmm... It's okay, just average. There are some details that I haven't grasped well. I'll teach you when the time comes. Also, you have to remember the basics. You can't be completely clueless about what role your opponent plays."

Xiao Huai nodded, and Huo Dieyi handed him a few books.

She said, "Even if I can't read, I have memorized all the contents in this book. Please remember them well and ask me if you have any questions."

Something unexpected happened to Huo Dieyi again. In one morning, Xiao Huai memorized all the information in these books.

Huo Dieyi had just rested in the office for a few hours when Xiao Huai knocked on her door.

"Teacher, I've got it down."

Huo Dieyi asked him several questions about the book, and he not only answered them all, but also answered them accurately and well, and even had his own insights.

Huo Dieyi's eyebrows twitched a few times, and she forced herself to control her expression. She said calmly, "Very...very good. Your memory is not bad."

She remembered what Xiao Huai had said to her before.

"I'm not a very bright student."

How humble is that!!

As they were heading to the stage to start practicing, Xiao Huai suddenly asked a question.

"Ms. Dieyi, do you know anything about mandarin ducks?"

Huo Dieyi noticed Xiao Huai's choice of words. He was not asking as a disciple.

Huo Dieyi thought for a moment and said, "I'd rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Speaking of mandarin ducks, don't people often associate them with love?"

She thought of something and added, "We at Jinlemen once wrote a play called 'Mandarin Ducks,' but later on..."

She was silent for a moment before she said, "The performance was not successful."

"Can you tell me what "Mandarin Duck" is about?" Xiao Huai asked softly.

Huo Dieyi hesitated for a while. She didn't expect Xiao Huai to be interested in this play that was not successfully released.

Anyway, she would teach Xiao Huai how to perform, so she also told him the content of "Mandarin Duck":

"Although we named the play 'Mandarin Ducks,' the content actually has little to do with love."

The two leading actors of "Mandarin Duck" are two male characters who grew up together. They appreciate each other and are each other's best friends and partners.

The two men went their separate ways, working hard to fulfill their dreams, but they fell in love with the same woman.

The subsequent story is just a clichéd love triangle, and the ending is not happy.

Because one of them committed suicide for the woman.

The other one who survived realized that losing a close friend was as painful as losing an arm, and in the end he did not end up with the woman.

When the play was first rehearsed at the Jinlemen, everyone was not very satisfied with the ending.

The ending can be either happy or tragic, but the play ends in an open ending.

The one who survived ended the performance with just one sentence.

"Live well."

Huo Dieyi folded his arms across his chest and said calmly:

"At the time, some senior members of Jinlemen said they didn't quite understand the meaning of this line. Even they didn't understand it, and the audience wouldn't necessarily understand it either. But Yang... ahem, our lead actor insisted on adding this line, and we ultimately adopted it. It's a shame the play didn't perform successfully in front of an audience, and the lead actor temporarily left Jinlemen for some reason."

Xiao Huai lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

He knew exactly what that line meant.

Yang Nanqing wanted Huo Lanxu to see this play and read the line "Live a good life".

Perhaps at that time, he wanted to tell Huo Lanxu that he actually didn't care about what others thought.

But it was too late.

Their world has been targeted.

"What's wrong? Why are you asking me this question suddenly?" Huo Dieyi turned and looked at Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai looked up at the stage in front of him and said, "Nothing. Someone just invited us to watch the play 'Mandarin Ducks'. I'm a little curious about what it will be like."

On the first day, Butler Yang asked them for an invitation, and the words "Yuanyang" were written on the invitation.

After hearing this, Huo Dieyi didn't say anything, but just nodded softly.

Xiao Huai didn't know which day of the game would have to pass before these so-called distinguished guests would be able to see the performance of "Yuanyang".

But if that time really comes, Xiao Huai has new plans.

Xiao Huai's lips curled up: "Miss Dieyi, do you remember the play I told you yesterday?"

Huo Dieyi's eyelashes trembled slightly and she nodded.

Xiao Huai took out the notebook he had been writing all night long and said, "I've finished it. How about I read it to you after practice today?"

Huo Dieyi smiled faintly: "You wrote something so quickly? The script doesn't require efficiency, but quality. I want to see what you come up with."

"Then let's wait and see."

Xiao Huai walked towards the stage, where some actors from Jinlemen were already standing.

Huo Dieyi looked up at the stage. It had been a long time since she had organized the people from Jinlemen to perform anything related to Peking Opera.

In a flash, six years have passed.

Although she could only see the outlines of the actors and the stage now, when she stood in the audience, the music and the cheers of the audience were still vivid in her mind.

Especially Yang Nanqing.

She lowered her eyes. After so many years, she still hadn't forgotten him.

"Today, let our senior from Jinlemen teach you your first lesson."

She walked slowly towards the stage with her head held high.

……

Sweat flowed from his forehead, across the tip of his nose, and fell to the ground. Light took shape and trajectory as Xiao Huai trained.

The interweaving of light and shadow, the dedication of sweat and hard work.

They didn't finish training until almost eight o'clock in the evening.

During the break, Xiao Huai fell asleep several times with his eyes closed.

The seniors of Jinlemen were reluctant to wake up Xiao Huai.

But when the designated rest time comes, Xiao Huai will wake up, without anyone calling him.

Huo Dieyi looked at Xiao Huai, wondering what kind of person he was to be so determined.

Unconsciously, she began to be curious about what Xiao Huai would write.

After the practice ended, everyone else left and she was left alone on the stage with Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai sat at the edge of the stage, head down, holding the notebook in his hand.

But in the end he just took a few glances at it and put the notebook away.

He wrote all night to sort out all the story lines. Now that he had written it down, he had memorized it in his mind.

"You may not like this story at first, and you may not understand the rest of it, but maybe... you will like it."

That day, Xiao Huai told Huo Dieyi the contents of the play.

Just like what Xiao Huai said, she was indeed a little unhappy at first, but then her expression changed from anger, to discomfort, helplessness, and finally shock.