Chapter 347 Self-Cultivation of a Hedonist

The actual content of the debate was no longer important. Donna was thinking about Clayton's choice.

She couldn't believe that Clayton actually admitted defeat.

In her impression, Clayton never admitted defeat. He would do anything to achieve his goal. Even if he was wrong, he would try his best to make himself right.

Although this arrogant image was hateful, it was such a hateful person who always cared about her.

When he admitted defeat, he was no longer like himself.

Clayton's strong and decisive image faded slightly in Donna's heart. She was a little disappointed, but she also defended him in her heart - here in the public eye, Clayton couldn't do anything. If it was in Wonderland, Clayton would definitely cut Morris into pieces.

Thinking of this, she felt better and could calmly pay attention to the winner of this debate.

Morris won the debate, but he did not become arrogant because of it. Instead, he put on a kind smile that anyone who saw it would say was sincere and sincere, and seemed to be happy that his theory had one more supporter.

"Great, then let's enjoy the next play with peace of mind."

He introduced today's play to them: "Although the play "Five Fox Skins" is regarded as a new play by some drama critics, it is only because they lack knowledge to recognize the classicism in it, and only judge it according to whether the play follows the three unities."

"But the key to distinguishing between classical and new plays lies in the attitude towards fate"

Morris's theory is not completely correct, at least not in the theory that Donna recently studied. This is more like his personal definition of drama.

But Donna likes this definition.

The play was still in preparation, and Morris continued with great interest: "Of course, if you two are watching for the first time, then you are so lucky! I recommend an actress here for you. Imera Belle, she is also the leading actress of the next play. Although this is just a small theater, you will never find a more lively actress than her elsewhere."

"The exquisite silver braids surround that lovely face, and she has tourmaline-like eyes. Just this appearance is beautiful enough to make people cry."

He suddenly apologized to Donna sincerely.

"Ah, sorry, young lady, I'm not saying you're not beautiful. In fact, you're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen. But Imera's beauty doesn't stop there. Her charm changes with the role at any time. She's only seventeen years old, but when she plays a noble lady, even if all the noble ladies in the country gather here, she can still outshine the others. And when she plays a saint, she's noble and unapproachable. Princess, maid, merchant's daughter, huntress, she can do well in any role."

"Unlike the natural beauty that will wither, her beauty will not wither. That vitality comes from her artistry."

He was very excited when he talked about the leading actress, and anyone who saw him would think that he was a love-struck person.

Donna didn't mind Morris's indirectly belittling herself by praising Imera Belle. She just thought that such a person in love was silly and cute.

Through the gap in the back of the chair, she noticed that he was holding a bunch of bright flowers in his right hand. Suddenly, she had a guess in her heart, so she asked, "Are the flowers in your hand for Miss Belle?"

Morris nodded happily, and the smile and longing on his face never faded, as if just mentioning Imera Belle had satisfied him.

"Are you going to express your love to her?"

"Of course, I will always be conquered by her charm. Not only express my love, but also propose to her. After this play is over, I will go backstage to give her flowers to let her know my feelings."

Donna leaned back in the chair with satisfaction. Morris was a little weird, but he should be a good person.

He admired the beauty of Miss Imera Belle, and he himself was handsome. Maybe they would fall in love together through this encounter.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help looking at her uncle. Clayton, wearing sunglasses, leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, and the expression on the lower half of his face did not change at all.

Neither objection nor approval was expressed.

He just sat there, staring at the center of the stage. Like other audience members, Donna couldn't tell what he was thinking, so she had to turn back, but she quietly reached out and patted the back of his hand. If he felt sad because he lost the debate, this would comfort him.

The crimson curtain slowly opened. The play "Five Fox Skins" to be performed was about the love story between a female hunter and the son of a border earl. In addition to the theme of love, there were also a lot of battle scenes - maybe because there were too many, the seats in the venue were not full.

Men and women these days like to be more elegant.

Donna likes to watch this type of drama, and Morris's description of the leading actress Imera Belle also made her very interested and wanted to see this amazing woman.

When Imera appeared, she found that what Morris said was true.

This girl, who was two years older than her, was born for drama performance. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a beautiful voice, and her voice was as melodious as a violin.

The female hunter played by Imera is heroic, intelligent and brave, and her lines and manners are impeccable. Although there are some flaws in the battle scenes, Donna did not find any loopholes elsewhere. Her acting skills and vocal conditions are completely surpassed by Miss Imera.

But this is not a surrender. Donna believes that she can still reach this level after long-term practice.

She watched the third act with full concentration, and suddenly thought that Clayton might have similar feelings, so she turned to look at him, hoping to resonate with him.

However, the phenomenon that frightened Donna happened. Clayton's face still had no expression. He looked at the actors on the stage, but he was just looking at them. The excellent performance did not touch him at all.

Donna's mind suddenly surged with various speculations.

Is he still sad because he lost just now? Or is he sad because he is standing on the side of an outsider?

But this is not what she thought!

What should she do to make him feel better? !

Donna was confused and lost interest in watching the play. Although she was still trying to pay attention to the plot on the stage, she had to turn her head to look at Clayton every few seconds.

During the intermission, the curtains were drawn again. Two women carrying trays of beer and nuts were walking in the aisle. When they approached, Donna called one of them and bought two glasses of wine with her own change. One of the glasses was handed to Clayton, who took the glass and drank it all, then stood up and returned the glass to the vendor.

Donna didn't see his face clearly. Suddenly, there was a drum sound on the stage. She looked over and saw that the intermission was over. It was a notice.

She looked back and Clayton had returned to his expressionless look.

The performance of the drama was getting better and better. As the plot reached its climax, the audience laughed collectively in the theater from time to time, and sometimes there were tears of emotion. But Donna's mind was no longer on the two leading actors. She couldn't experience this kind of emotion with them, but their performance did let her understand what the normal audience reaction was like.

Every time a wave of emotion triggered by the drama performance appeared, she would immediately observe Clayton, but his performance was like a stubborn stone, and nothing could move him.

Donna remained terrified until the end of the final act.

When the actors began to bow, Clayton finally moved. Like everyone else, he applauded the actors' superb performance.

Donna breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head to the stage to applaud softly.

Morris, who was sitting in front of them, squeezed out of his seat and ran to the stage with flowers. Without him, Donna felt that she could finally have a good talk with Clayton about this matter.

"I'm sad? Why do you think so?" Clayton asked in surprise, and his face became lively at this moment.

This reaction was different from what Donna thought. Her eyes widened and she was determined to prove her point: "Of course it's because you lost the debate and you're not willing to accept it."

Clayton said, "I don't like to be distracted before doing important things, so I didn't listen to what he said later. I gave up just to get this over with." He listed the reasons: "Think about it, if the heated debate between Morris and I continues until the show starts, we will have to stop halfway, but it's a pity that the debate is not over. When we look at the stage, we can't help but think of these conflicts in our hearts. How can we watch the show well?"

If what he said is true, it would be the practice of Mr. Morris's principle of enjoying life in time.

Donna would never believe this.

"Why didn't you react at all when you were watching the show just now? This is a good show. Who can be so indifferent?!" she questioned.

Clayton touched his beard and was a little embarrassed: "This may be because I don't really like watching shows."

Donna firmly denied this statement.

"Impossible, when we were thinking about acting at home, you were happier than me."

"Acting and watching a play are two different things, girl, they are very different." Clayton said this, looking through his sunglasses at the other audiences around him who had not completely left, and whispered: "In fact, I think if I were on the stage, I would definitely get more applause than these actors."

He was not moved because he felt that he acted better than the actors on the stage!

Donna almost fainted. What on earth was she worried about this person just now? ! She was worried for so long that she didn't even watch the play properly!

"You didn't lose your focus while watching the play?" Clayton asked suspiciously, but Donna had a blank expression on her face, sitting there like a stubborn stone, but her face was red, her nostrils were a little enlarged, and she was breathing like a horse after running.

After a few seconds, she collapsed and hit her thigh hard.

Fortunately, there were other beautiful things waiting for her to see. She had never seen a gentleman propose to a lady before. If she saw it this time, it would be worth the trip.

"Mr. Morris is going to propose to Miss Imera Belle directly. I plan to go and see this romantic scene. Do you want to come?"

When she asked Clayton if he wanted to come, she had already stood up and was ready to step into the aisle. Obviously, whether Clayton agreed or not, she was going to see it herself.

She took a few steps backstage and heard Clayton sigh.

"Of course I will go with you, but I don't think they can be together."

Hearing this, Donna turned around in surprise. She was sure that she had caught Clayton's handle, which was enough to expose his lies to maintain his face.

"Ha, I knew you were still angry with Mr. Morris, so you said this. He is handsome, a beauty-loving person, humble and polite. He will never have a conflict with Miss Imera Belle. Such a good match, the possibility of them being together is absolutely great."

Clayton shook his head regretfully: "On the contrary, the probability of them getting married is pitifully small."

Donna rolled her eyes and walked back: "No way, are you still angry?"

"This judgment is not based on my personal feelings." Clayton's face was very serious.

"Oh--" Hearing him say this, Donna also thought of a possibility. She sighed and subconsciously made a cross on her chest because of her tutor: "It turns out that Miss Imera is already married. There is no way. I hope Mr. Morris will not be too sad because of being rejected."

Clayton shook his head again and stood up completely.

"Wrong, it is Mr. Morris who is already married."