By the time the hotel staff delivered the steaming, tasty and delicious breakfast to Luo Jun's room, Luo Jun had already finished reading two martial arts novels, one romance novel, and a series of supernatural novels.

Qin Huai was also watching with great interest.

Although it was a bit difficult to read traditional Chinese characters, and the content of the novel was a bit old-fashioned, the writing style was excellent, especially the romance book, where the parents were involved in feuding and gossip, which made Qin Huai feel that the author was writing it while sitting next to the person involved.

The breakfast bought by the hotel for running errands was equipped with high-end tableware. The porridge was served in white porcelain bowls, the side dishes were placed on small and delicate petal-shaped dishes, and the steamed buns were held on silver plates.

There are also a lot of tableware, including knives, forks, chopsticks and spoons, which combine Chinese and Western styles.

"Mr. Luo, these are the movie tickets for the new movie on Sunday. Your favorite seat in the middle of the third row is a little tribute from our hotel." The waiter finished placing the plates and respectfully placed a movie ticket on the corner of the table.

Luo Jun had already put down the newspaper and started eating the steamed buns. He was not very skilled in using chopsticks. He tried to pick up the steamed buns but failed and then pretended that he was not very interested in the steamed buns. He silently picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.

"Just one?" Luo Jun asked.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then said: "Of course there are more. How many do you need? I will bring them to you tonight."

"Here's another one, the one next to it." Luo Jun said, "Just send it with the newspaper tomorrow morning. Today you go to the bookstore to see if there are any newly published novels. If there are any, buy them for me."

"Okay, do you need anything else?"

"Do young girls like to eat chestnut cakes in Western restaurants?" Luo Jun looked at the waiter and asked.

This question stopped the waiter. Qin Huai guessed that he had never eaten before, and he was not a woman.

The waiter said: "I believe that as long as it is arranged by you, Mr. Luo, no lady will dislike it."

Luo Jun was very satisfied with the answer and nodded: "Buy a copy and deliver it to the theater when the show ends."

Luo Jun handed over a white pound, and the waiter took the money and left.

As soon as the person left, Luo Jun stabbed the buns hard with a fork. He held the fork in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand. While chewing the buns, he studied the chopsticks and muttered: "Why is this thing so difficult to use?"

After eating, Luo Jun read novels in the newspaper for a while. After catching up on the serials he wanted to follow, he went out and went to the cafe to sit for a while. He didn't stay in the cafe for too long. He probably thought it was boring to listen to the piano playing, so he went there instead.

Listen to the commentary in the teahouse.

At noon, I ordered takeout from the teahouse, had some snacks, and took a rickshaw to the theater.

The location of the theater is very remote.

Qin Huai followed Luo Jun around all morning and finally figured it out. The Richard Hotel where Luo Jun lived was in a bustling concession, with hotels, Western restaurants, cinemas, dance halls, and even shopping malls. You could see cars on the road, and ordinary people commuting

Mainly by train and walking.

But Luo Jun obviously doesn't like taking the tram very much, maybe because he doesn't like to squeeze in with other people, and he didn't buy a car or hire a driver. He walked a few steps if he was close, or called a rickshaw if he was far away. Anyway, he didn't have any change in his pocket, so he had to pay

Just pay Xiaoyang and Dayang and you don’t have to look for them. The rickshaw driver can run away no matter how far you go.

The money stolen will be spent generously.

Qin Huai followed the rickshaw all the way, and even felt a little regretful when he ran to the back. The exercise in the memory could not be fed back to the actual body. Otherwise, if he watched a memory every once in a while and exercised hard, his body must be very healthy.

The theater is not big, and from a distance you can’t even tell it’s a theater at first glance.

Standing at the entrance of the theater was a middle-aged man wearing a long coat with an anxious face. When he saw Luo Jun, his anxiety instantly turned into joy, and he came up to him from a distance.

"Mr. Luo, I thought you had something to do and wouldn't come today." The middle-aged man smiled broadly, "Liu Tao was backstage just now asking you if you would come today."

Liu Tao!

Qinhuai instantly triggered the keyword.

Luo Jun threw two small foreign coins to the rickshaw driver: "I'm early, so I can't watch more. It's a waste of time."

The class leader slapped himself lightly: "Look at my mouth, I really can't speak. You are so considerate of us that you can come here when you are busy with everything. Please come in quickly."

"Tea, snacks and melon seeds are all ready. I know you love crab cakes, so I went to Ding Kee to buy them this morning."

Luo Jun walked inside.

This theater is indeed a small theater, with a small stage, fewer seats, and even no boxes on the second floor.

Except for the two rows of small tables and a dozen or so seats at the front, the ones at the back are all long benches.

However, there were a lot of people. Only the two middle tables in the private seats were empty, and the long benches were even more crowded. There were many standing tickets in the corners, which showed that the business was good.

The class leader led Luo Jun toward the private seats. There was no need to rush people around. Luo Jun had a table for himself. Everyone around him knew him and greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Luo comes to see Butterfly Lovers again."

"Why are you looking at Butterfly Lovers? Mr. Luo is here to see Liu Tao."

"Mr. Luo, when will I be able to drink your wedding wine? Lao Huang's 8th wife is already married, so why are you still silent at all?"

"Isn't this fast?"

"Mr. Luo, when do you plan to buy a house? I have a good house here, just on the street where you live in the Richard Hotel. If you are interested, I will take you there after the show is over..."

"Well, your surname is Liang. When did you become interested in Butterfly Lovers when you watch Western movies every day? You came here to do Mr. Luo's business, right?"

"I'm also thinking about Mr. Luo. It's uncomfortable to stay at the Richard Hotel every day. It's better to have your own house."

"Mr. Luo, do you need your consideration? You would rather stay at the Richard Hotel. Can you afford to stay in a suite every day?"

Luo Jun ignored everyone's conversation and just drank tea and waited for the show to start. Qin Huai looked at the people in the seats and saw that everyone was rich or noble. Sitting in the theater made it look like the whole theater was high-end.

stand up.

There was a table of three people who didn't look that wealthy at the far corner of the elegant seat. They were curiously looking at Luo Jun and the people around Luo Jun, while whispering.

Qin Huai leaned over to listen to the gossip.

"What's going on today? Why are all the people here except Mr. Luo, Fourth Master Bai, Third Master Zhong, Boss Zhang, Boss Wang, Mr. Liu, Mr. Li, and Mr. Ge? Are they listening to the show?"

"Are you stupid? I didn't come here to listen to a show. I don't care about drinking. I came here to touch Mr. Luo's bottom."

"Mr. Luo's background? Isn't Mr. Luo's family a businessman in the south? Have they returned from studying abroad for many years? What kind of background can he have?"

"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? That Tiger Gang targeted Mr. Luo some time ago..."

"I know, I know, I'm not saying that behind the Tiger Gang is an apartment in the north or something..."

"Last night, everything was gone."

"What's missing?"

"Do you know about the fire at the pier last night?"

"You know, I know, it was written in the newspaper this morning that the goods in several warehouses were burned down. Is that the warehouse of the Tiger Gang?"

"Everything has been burned, not even the people or goods are left, and not even ashes are left. I heard that no one from the police station dared to investigate. Now go and ask outside to find out if there is any other Tiger Gang.

Even the Rat Pack wouldn’t dare have one.”

Those who listened to the gossip took a deep breath and glanced at Luo Jun secretly with fear on their faces: "Then he is..."

"The most bizarre thing is that there were no shots fired at the pier yesterday. Didn't Mr. Luo come back from studying in England? He is not even good at using chopsticks. Now many people are saying that he is the illegitimate son of the Duke."

Qin Huai:......

This is a bit outrageous.

Luo Jun doesn't look like a mixed race either.

Although the truth is a bit more outrageous than what was rumored.

Guess what? He's not even human.

Before the gossip was over, the drama began.

The chatter immediately fell silent, and Qin Huai walked directly to the stage to take a look.

Qin Huai has watched the story of Butterfly Lovers since he was a child, watched the movie, and watched several versions of the TV series. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, the famous Chinese be aesthetics, which child didn't hate Ma Wencai and his followers when they were young?

Although the actor who played Ma Wencai later became more and more handsome, by the time Qin Luo looked at Butterfly Lovers, the child had only looked at Ma Wencai.

This is Qin Huai’s first time watching the opera version of Butterfly Lovers.

The willow peach is very beautiful.

Even with heavy makeup and gorgeous opera makeup covering the entire face, making it difficult to judge what the actor should look like, Qin Huai could still tell that Liu Tao was a standard beauty.

She has an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows, and her eyes are large and lively, sparkling and agile, and she can express every frown and smile with her eyes.

Not to mention the voice, it is melodious and pleasant.

In this era where opera is very complex, any actor who is famous for singing has real skills.

Luo Jun is watching the show seriously.

He was so serious that he was even a little weird.

As we all know, Butterfly Lovers is a tragic story. The love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai was not tolerated by the secular family. In the end, they died in love and turned into butterflies. It is a poignant love story in which a pair of lovers died to break away from the shackles of the world.

According to the normal process of watching a play, when this play reaches its finale, it is quite emotional. Female viewers who are usually prone to sentimentality should have wiped their tears with a handkerchief.

But Luo Jun looked very happy.

He seemed to like the ending very much, and even smiled and clapped after the two of them turned into butterflies, and Zhu Yingtai turned into a yellow butterfly and played the finale with the melancholy melody of the erhu.

Those who didn’t know better thought that the troupe had changed the story of Butterfly Lovers and changed it to a happy ending.

"Mr. Luo..." As soon as the play ended, there were people who couldn't wait and wanted to get up and go over to talk to Luo Jun.

"I have something else to do." Luo Jun stood up and walked backstage.

The class leader was already waiting enthusiastically backstage, telling Luo Jun that Liu Tao was still taking off her makeup, and asked Luo Jun to sit down and wait for a while. One look at the lounge showed that it was specially arranged for Luo Jun, with tables, chairs, screens, ornaments, and vase decorations all there.

, there are also several relatively cheap snacks on the table.

Luo Jun was not interested in the tea and snacks here. He thought it was too dark in the room and opened the window. He sat by the window and took out the newspaper he had not read in the morning from his pocket and read a novel.

Qin Huai:......

When did he fold the newspaper into a handkerchief and stuff it into his pocket?

Mr. Luo, do you like reading novels so much?

Qin Huai stood on the side and watched together.

The plot of this novel published in a third-rate tabloid is not very good. Every boring plot has a sexy plot. Luo Jun obviously doesn't like to read this kind of story without enough color to make up the plot. He can read ten lines at a glance, and he quickly read two pages.

I have finished reading the contents of the newspaper.

Then Luo Jun folded up the newspaper and took out another one from his other pocket.

Qin Huai:?

No, what kind of good person would go out to the theater and carry novels in his left and right pockets?

The novel in this newspaper is an old-fashioned martial arts revenge novel. The writing is not bad, and Luo Jun read it with gusto.

"Mr. Luo."

Qin Huai and Luo Jun were both immersed in reading novels and did not even notice that Liu Tao had arrived.

Liu Tao takes off her opera makeup and looks very different from the one she looks on stage.

Liu Tao on the stage, with bright eyebrows and white teeth, is shining brightly. Every smile and every move attracts the attention of the audience.

However, Liu Tao, who had changed into ordinary clothes at this moment, still had big bright eyes, willow eyebrows, and oval face, but she looked much duller. Qin Huai could even pick out many obvious flaws on her face.

For example, the chin is a bit short, the nose is not straight enough, and there are a few small moles on the face. The combination of these ordinary facial features and beautiful eyes makes people feel a bit pity.

Luo Jun put away the newspaper, folded it into a handkerchief calmly in front of Liu Tao, and put it in his pocket.

"You are so knowledgeable, you read newspapers wherever you go." Liu Tao sighed.

Luo Jun just nodded slightly and said nothing.

"I stewed tangerine peel for you...Are you thirsty? Let me pour you a cup of tea." Liu Tao put down the small cup he was holding and went to the table to get a teacup and pour some tea.

"What do you think of the Butterfly Lovers today?" Liu Tao handed the teacup to Luo Jun.

Luo Jun took the teacup and held it without drinking: "No one except you."

"My singing skills are not good, my manners are not good, my walking skills are not good, and I can't play the erhu that plays the background music well." Luo Jun knew he was an old troll when he opened his mouth.

Liu Tao could only lower his head and apologize: "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, our troupe is indeed...sorry to disappoint you."

"Sit down." Luo Jun pointed to the chair.

Liu Tao sat down obediently.

"But I like this story very much." Luo Jun said.

Liu Tao looked up in surprise, met Luo Jun's gaze and quickly looked away: "Do you like... this kind of story?"

"I like happy endings."

Liu Tao:?

Now Liu Tao couldn't help but feel embarrassed, her little face was full of question marks.

"Perfect?" Liu Tao began to doubt his entire opera career, "Is the story of Butterfly Lovers...complete?"

"Didn't Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turn into butterflies and get together in the end?" Luo Jun asked back.

"But...but the two of them died in love in the end and turned into butterflies."

"Whether you are a butterfly or a human, aren't they all the same?" Luo Jun said calmly, "According to what is written in the novel, monsters can become spirits and people can become immortals. Whether they are humans or butterflies, they are both alive.

One kind, they are all living beings, there is no essential difference."

"When we were human beings, we were oppressed by the world and couldn't be together. Instead, we turned into butterflies and paired up. Isn't it also a happy ending?"

Liu Tao was confused by Luo Jun's theory. She digested it carefully and nodded with a smile. Her big bright eyes were full of smiles: "What you said makes sense."

"A knowledgeable person like you is really different from those of us who sing in the troupe. I have been singing Butterfly Lovers since I was a child, and I have never thought that being a butterfly is also a good ending. You are right, being a butterfly is also quite good.

Okay, you can still fly."

"Do you like butterflies?" Luo Jun asked.

Liu Tao nodded heavily: "I like it."

"Originally, I just thought butterflies were beautiful. But after hearing what you said, I think butterflies are still very free."

"So do you like butterflies?"

"They are all the same." Luo Jun said, "To me, people, butterflies, and birds are all the same. They can be treated as anything."

Liu Tao laughed again and looked at Luo Jun with a smile.

His eyebrows are curved, and his eyes are all about him.

This is two in one~
Chapter completed!