Chapter 270 The So-Called True Happiness
The first performance went very smoothly. The opera presented by Alena, Nya, and Lily was an adaptation of "Little Red Riding Hood" by Loren Hill and Vimiya.
Niya, wearing a small red cape and carrying a basket of bread, was going to visit her grandmother.
Along the way, because she was greedy for the scenery along the road, she walked along the road full of flowers, but she also met the wolf (Alena) on the inaccessible road. Under the lure of the wolf, Little Red Riding Hood told her grandmother's (Sulis) home. address.
So the wolf ran to the grandmother first, and when Little Red Riding Hood Niya came to the grandmother's house, the grandmother had already been eaten by the wolf, and the wolf (Alena) who was lying on the bed was pretending to be the grandmother.
"Grandma, grandma, why are your ears pointed and long?"
"Because I want to hear the voice of Little Red Riding Hood, so that I can open the door for you."
"Grandma, grandma, why is your mouth so big?"
"Because I'm going to eat you!"
Alena dressed in a wolf-shaped puppet costume, pretending to be fierce and pounced on it, biting Little Red Riding Hood's cloak, and petite Niya also fell down.
As a result, the wolf ate the two of them, and decided to rest in the house because he was too full.
Soon after, a tailor (Lily) passed by and heard the loud snoring, which was a bit strange, and came in and found the sleeping wolf, so she cut the wolf's belly with scissors and rescued Little Red Riding Hood and grandma.
In the end, the three killed the wolf, and the tailor made a warm cloak from the wolf's skin and gave it to Little Red Riding Hood to replace the broken red cloak.
The story also ends here.
On the whole, the story is not complicated, it is lively and interesting, and many guests applaud, especially some of the lovely girls, who doesn't like it.
Opera is not the more complicated the better, simple and interesting is the core of the spread.
The show is over, behind the scenes dressing room.
"I didn't expect it to be quite interesting." Alena took off her heavy coat and said.
"That's because the script is simple and interesting, not because of your superb acting skills." Letice raised the bar as usual.
"Lily, Niya is doing well." Bumantha walked into the room and gave a thumbs up.
"Hehe." Lily had two dimples on her face, and Niya nodded shyly.
"The first game is over." After taking off the costume, Alena lay on the sofa and waved her hands happily.
"Pay attention to other people's feelings." Letis patted Alena and gestured with her eyes. Sulis was also in the dressing room.
Sulis looked at the mirror and took off the decorations from her hair, and replied with a smile, "Haha, it's nothing, it's good that the young ladies don't find it boring."
"Actually, some people have a prejudice against performing opera, and they always feel that this is a job that cannot be performed on the stage."
Alena jumped up and stood behind Sulis, helping her with her hair. "No, I think it's funny."
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Another room next to the hall.
"Your troupe's performance is really unexpected." The earl's butler sat opposite Terry, praising the performance just now.
"I won the prize, I won the prize." Triton maintained a smiling expression.
After the two talked for a while, the butler asked again: "What type of performance will the next performance be? It's scheduled in a few days, and we can make arrangements here."
"This can be set at night three days later, with props and scenery..." Triton recalled the girl's account and repeated it slowly.
"Well, um, it's not a big problem, it can basically be solved." After listening to the demand, the butler nodded, and then became interested in this opera troupe, constantly discussing its origin and past.
This made Triton, who was a monk halfway through his career, extremely nervous, his brain was running fast, and he was compiling his experiences based on his past knowledge.
Finally, the butler nodded in satisfaction before letting him go. A cold sweat broke out from Triton's back as he left.
When will these days end?
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Three days later, at dusk, on the top of the boat.
The broad top is divided into three symmetrical large blocks, the rear one is centered, and at the rear there is a vine shelf with a swing below.
Loren Hill sat on the swing, the white skirt fluttered in the wind, and then fell again.
She looked at the setting sun in the distance, and the hair around her ears reflected a light golden light under the afterglow of the setting sun.
There is currently no one else in this corner, it is a place that the girl deliberately chose. Recently, she has fallen in love with watching the sunset, especially when such a person is in a daze in the breeze.
The sunset is a very beautiful scenery. The sunset is reflected in the sky. The temperature at this time is just right, neither too cold nor too hot. The sea breeze is blowing on the body, and there is a comfortable feeling.
Speaking of which, the setting sun always reminded her of her childhood, because after elementary school, the large playground would be illuminated by the rays of the setting sun.
Mother would come to pick her up at this point, and then she would tell her what happened at school today. It was also the happiest moment of her childhood.
It stands to reason that the sun will go down every day, but in fact she has not seen this scene for a long time.
After middle school, the increasingly heavier classes are usually over at 10 pm. After college, I am addicted to the Internet and do not want to go out. After work, I am surrounded by steel forests. Where can I see the sunset.
She also had many dreams when she was a child, dreaming of becoming a great person in the future, but the reality always seems to be full of ups and downs and mistakes, making her once
Yaw again.
Loss and disappointment are always intertwined, and the inner anxiety is also increasing, and sometimes sleeplessness.
Always unsatisfactory.
She felt the touch of the breeze passing through her calf, and her vision seemed to resurface the fragments of the past.
Sitting on the bus at night, the inside of the car is dim, the light of neon lights spills into the car, and faces slide down in sparse light spots.
Various voices could always be heard in her ears, urging her to do this and that. Otherwise you will fall behind, you will fall behind, you will be looked down upon and so on.
Those voices seemed to lay out a perfect trajectory of life, and as long as you didn't follow it, your life would explode and collapse. Apprehensive and anxious.
Is there really anything perfect in this world? she does not know.
It's like she doesn't know who is right and who is wrong, just like she doesn't know whether the chattering news is true or not, like she doesn't know the various interpretations of those complicated descriptions, which is the correct answer .
Countless information and opinions flooded every corner, like cutting a picture scroll into confetti and stirring them together.
Until one day, she suddenly woke up.
"Is it Miss Lorraine?" A voice sounded from behind.
After Triton asked others about the location of Roland Hill, it took a while to find it. He approached slowly, then stood still and looked at the girl in the white dress under the sunset.
The golden afterglow also dyed the skirt with a layer of pale gold, and the girl's hair fluttered gently in the wind. Even though she could only see the back, the girl's figure still made Triton feel a special beauty.
Although she is in the world, she is floating in the world, undisturbed and polluted by it.
"Yes." The girl's voice came from the front.
"About tonight's performance..." Triton asked first, and then he slowly calmed down when he got a definite answer. It seemed that as long as the girl agreed, there was no need to worry anymore.
At this time, he felt that it was impolite to disturb this lonely girl rashly, so he prepared to leave.
"Then don't disturb Miss Lorraine." After turning around and taking a few steps, he seemed to have an idea, and he stopped again.
Just when he was hesitating whether he should go back and ask the girl, Roland Hill's soft voice came.
"Is there anything else?"
Hearing this sound-like question, Triton turned his body around, and then returned to the vine shelf again. He looked at the girl who was looking at the sunset over the sea and asked.
"I've been through a lot lately..." He paused and decided to speak up.
"Maybe I was too naive in the past, and many things did not develop as I expected."
Triton sat on the stool beside him and slowly recounted the past few days. After the initial novelty, he found that the life of Ren Shangren was not what he thought.
If you tell a lie, you have to spread countless panics to make a fool of yourself, and the more you tell the more you are afraid of revealing yourself. When talking with other guests, you have to pay attention at all times, so as not to be exposed or looked down upon by others.
If you want to meet other beautiful girls of the same age, you are also very afraid of being seen through by the other party, and even if the other party doesn't see through yourself, what he likes is only the mask he made up.
The more I want to be the ideal kind of person, the more I feel a sense of unease and anxiety.
"Maybe I wasn't born that way."
"What is the ideal self?" The girl swayed gently on the swing, and her voice came from the breeze.
"That must be self-confidence, strong, capable of anything, and able to solve all kinds of problems..." Triton said a lot of describing conditions, which was also a vague impression rooted in his heart.
But as he spoke, he slowly stopped. It doesn't seem like a human can do it.
"Do you want to be a god?" The swing under the girl slowly stopped.
"Uh, no... not that kind of hope." Triton seemed to understand something.
"I used to have a lot of ideas. Like many children, I had a dream that was as beautiful as a fairy tale." Roland Hill's voice was full of memories.
"But I can't work like a machine, I don't even have a strong will and perseverance, and sometimes I sneak away."
"I hate and despise myself like this, and even feel uneasy and anxious."
"It wasn't until one day that I realized that I had been lying to myself. I didn't actually have that big ambition to pursue those glamorous things. In fact, as long as I had a small piece, I was satisfied, like a hamster, at ease. hibernate in my own den."
"I don't necessarily want all the things that everyone is chasing. It's just the inertia imposed by the environment that makes me mistakenly think that I need it too."
"In fact, what I long for is more peace and quiet. Sitting in front of my house every day, watching the sunset slowly sinking leisurely, maybe this is the happiest life in my heart."
"Since then, I have vowed to stop lying to myself, to live honestly, to accept my shortcomings and imperfections, to listen to my inner voice, and to live the life I really like."
"There are thousands of happy things, but there is only one unfortunate thing, that is, I do things that go against my heart."