What if Kuai Chuan's Old Attack is an NPC?

"What Miss Yang said is true." Du Quinian stopped looking at Yang Xiaohan, and turned his attention to the two actors who were still singing lyrics on the stage.

Du Yunian said: "It's just an interpretation of other people's lives."

"En." Yang Xiaohan just nodded, with a little sadness in his eyes, and stopped talking.

"Since Miss Yang likes it, I'll go and act for Miss."

"You?" Yang Xiaohan tilted his head in doubt, and Du Qingnian nodded: "Well, me."

"Miss, don't underestimate me. I've learned it before. Wait, I'll dress up and show you off."

"Yu Shao can see ghosts. I have tasted it in Xueye Temple. I met a puppet man with ragged hair. He only held a puppet. The craftsmanship was extremely fine, like a girl, with beads of tears and eyelashes, which aroused pity. Shi Yuntong Xuekuan , The two faced the fire side by side, and Weng said: When I was young, I liked to watch the silk-drawing show, and indulged in the skill of panling puppets. As I got older, my ambition became stronger, so I made it my career, and enjoyed myself with things like people. How can I drift? For the rest of his life, he has nowhere to go and no partner, and the only puppet he has with him. Weng talked and wept, and Yu Wen explained it, begging him to play panling music, do a silk puppet show, and perform on the three-foot red cotton. Qu Yiying, the puppet is looking forward to the gods, although the makeup is sad and charming. At the end of the song, Weng holds the puppet and smiles a little. Difficult to deal with, so poor that it is better to burn. So I threw myself into the fire angrily. Before I stopped, I stumbled and sighed. Suddenly, I saw the puppet in the fire turning up, bowing and saying goodbye, looking like a living person, with tears on the face, A smile broke out, and disappeared in the bonfire. The fire did not go out until dawn. Weng suddenly realized, covered his face and wailed, saying: "I am warm, I am lonely." ——From the copywriting of "Drawing the Silk Opera".

Due to the rush of time, Du Yunian didn't dress up carefully. He only wore a sweater with long sleeves, and his face was covered with sad make-up.

Du Yunian couldn't remember the libretto clearly, but as the minor tunes played, Du Yunian waved his sleeves and danced.

Yang Xiaohan was sitting under the stage, and she suddenly felt that the person on stage was no longer Du Quinian, like a woman from a play reappeared, telling her life story word by word.

Yang Xiaohan wanted to cry a little, she looked at the sad face of Du Quinian, who looked so bright and moving, waving his sleeves freely and freely, unconsciously, Yang Xiaohan burst into tears in an instant.

"The son is really versatile."

As soon as the dance was over, Du Qinian walked up to Yang Xiaohan, bent down and looked at Yang Xiaohan who was hastily wiping away tears, Du Qinian smiled, reached out and touched the top of Yang Xiaohan's head, and said, "Don't be sad, it will be fine .”

"You know a lot!" Yang Xiaohan punched Du Jinian with a fist, and Du Jinian looked at Yang Xiaohan amusedly: "Miss Yang is still crying, show me quickly."

"Yunjin!"

"Koala!"

Not only Yang Xiaohan was shocked by Du Quinian Yiwu, but also Shen Xiyang who rushed over to take a peek at the news that the prince was coming to the princess mansion.

"My son... when did you learn Kunqu opera?"

Shen Xi supported his injured right hand and hid behind the pillar, eyes full of shock and disbelief.

"My son, this is..." Shen Xiyang looked down at his injured right hand, gritted his teeth, turned and walked away.Whoever the prince likes is the prince's freedom, and he, a bodyguard, has no right to interfere at all.