Ringer gently pushed open the unlocked iron gate, and walked into the Central Theater with Saint Xalia. Among the weather-corroded bronze statues, moss-covered wall corners and overgrown garden courtyards,
I saw the traces of time.
The direction they entered should be the back door, but there was not even a guard. Only the withered flower statues on the fence made a creaking sound due to looseness. The plants in the flower beds had not been taken care of for a long time, and they grew wantonly like in primitive times.
The Conglv Waterfall submerged the originally planted lilies of the valley and chrysanthemums, and even drowned a large number of swarms of ants under the leaves. The dead bodies rotted at the roots and formed dense spider webs.<
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The golden thread wound around the dry fountain pool between the lawns, winding like a snake. The two of them followed it in silence, stepping on the white stone steps that had worn away traces of the past, and walked into the theater.
Behind the dark mahogany door is a dark corridor. A retro-style kerosene lamp is hung every ten meters on the wall. Otherwise, there may not be any light. But the light from the oil lamp soaks into the faded wall panels.
It immediately blended into a dark, ink-like paint color. The uncertain light illuminated the portrait on the wall and the plaster bust on the wooden display stand a bit eerie. Those empty eyes were like ghosts from the past era.
We are looking deeply at the guests of the future era, and the silent and solid atmosphere sometimes makes people think, would it be better not to light these oil lamps?
Facing this dark corridor, the lamb led by Saint Xalia bleated and wandered back to the door, hesitating until the owner gently pulled the rope and comforted him: "It's okay.
, little sheep, don’t be afraid.” So he followed reluctantly.
Ringer said casually: "You can let it stay outside."
Saint Xalia shook her head: "The lamb is my very important friend, and it can see threads."
"Didn't you say that ordinary people can't see the thread of fate?"
The girl told him seriously: "The lamb is not a human being."
"..."
Ringer could only remain silent, while the lamb led by Shengxia Liya seemed to understand the conversation between the two. He raised his head proudly and bleated twice, which was quite a show-off. p>
Although Ringer doesn't know what to show off.
The two of them continued to walk forward, their footsteps echoing in a low tone under the gaze of the portraits and plaster statues on both sides.
In the yellow pine wood frame, famous theater artists of the past are depicted: James Burbidge, who pioneered the era here, Sir Roman, the local playwright of Rothing who wrote "The Diary of March", and Renaissance artists.
Shakespeare, the greatest literary writer since then...
As for the plaster busts on the wooden display stand, they come from classic characters in plays that have been performed here: General Macbeth who was corrupted by lust for power in "Macbeth", Prince Hamlet who avenges his father in "Hamlet",
Luo Xu, the brave man who defeated the World of Warcraft in "March Xun Diary"...
In terms of history, the Central Theater is difficult to rank among the ancient buildings on Plaza Street, but as Rochelle said, this is a theater with a glorious tradition. The honor it has or carries is worthy of
Something that sounds proud among the half-ruined floors and ceilings.
In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, walking along the corridor, you can vaguely hear the melodious singing of the actors. It seems that a play is being performed on the stage. No wonder there are not many people along the way. They are probably going to watch the wonderful performance. p>
Coincidentally, the line that Ringo and Saint Xalia were chasing happened to lead in the direction of the stage. After it passed through the dark corridor, it was cut off at a corner and then miraculously lost its trace. The two of them raised their heads at the same time.
, what you see is a large row of black heads, but it is as quiet as the midnight tide, and you can only hear the surge of breathing; there is also a lighting scene set off by candles, crude oil lamps, torches and chandeliers, like jellyfish floating under the tide.
The bright glow they emit attracts the attention of uninvited people.
Ringer instantly realized that they had broken into the main hall of the theater where a play was being performed, and were at the very back of the auditorium. Fortunately, they did not make much noise, attracting the staff - or they were fully focused on the drama.
Attention, audience members of the performance. If this is the case, it may not be as simple as just paying for tickets.
The history of Rustinians defending "art" and "urban tradition" in the theater is second only to their history of living in harmony with the land.
In the circular theater, only the actor's singing voice echoed. He was dressed as a swordsman, with scars and bloodstains on his body. The setting on the stage was a dark and depressing black forest, full of the smell of death and despair. But the actor's face
His expression is hopeful and bright. He holds a sword and points to the sun hanging in the sky. Every passionate syllable uttered out of his mouth is consistent with the high-spirited and impulsive tune played by the orchestra behind the scenes, forming an overlapping and empty echo.
, pushing the emotions of the audience wave by wave to the most exciting climax.
So in fact, Ringer doesn't have to worry about the sound he makes disturbing the audience, because when the play opens, this passionate voice is the only one left in the theater.
Saint Xalia took two steps closer and asked softly: "What are they playing?"
At this time, the actor on the stage happened to turn around and face the direction of the audience. He used rich body movements and profound script skills to push the plot and music to the climax——
"Oh, look at this land, how unfortunate it is? The wet soil in the rain will stain my clothes, the corpses drowned in the flood will rot and stink, and the lonely flowers that bloom like this will ultimately be nothing more.
Withered and rotten roots, green branches and leaves turned yellow after being exposed to wind and rain... Everything in this world is indeed as tragic and sad as we imagined, but I still love them so much!"
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"Because clothes soaked with soil have the weight of living in the world, rotting and smelly corpses are reincarnated into the next life; new flowers bloom on lonely and withered roots, and yellow leaves fall, which means that spring is coming. Coming. Foolish people are always afraid of sinister illusions. Only those with hope can see the future they want."
"Ah, Noctus, you Noctus who is as dark as the deep sea, can you see me now? I regret that the sun and moon do not illuminate the bottom of the deep sea, so you cannot hear my voice. You gentle winds, these delicate flowers, tell me like a whisper, am I already victorious?"
He listened intently, and the orchestra hidden behind the curtain sang in unison, imitating the whisper of the breeze and the whisper of the flowers, telling him: "Yes, my dearest, most righteous and greatest Yong Luo Xu, you We have achieved a victory that makes us proud!"
"You defeated the evil monster and found the lost sun for my warrior!"
"Great is the warrior Luo Xu! Holy is the warrior Luo Xu!"
"Your reputation is known to everyone, and your achievements will last forever!"
"We offer you this high respect!"
"The glory of man praises this gift; no brave man in the world has ever done so!"
"I will sincerely love you in all your deeds!
"I will use the Holy Spirit——"
"Praise your names!
”
The energetic choir members held their heads high, adjusted their emphasis through subtle changes in their lips, teeth and tongue, and passionately spit out poems praising the brave from their throats. The holy, beautiful and solemn harmony made people sit up subconsciously and couldn't help but The ground was immersed in it, and a sense of awe arose.
When Ringer heard this, he already knew which drama it was. It would be better to say that everyone in the entire city of Rosting should know it, including those tourists who came just to relax. This has nothing to do with knowledge and experience, but like "Everyone in Linville should know Marshal Napoleon" is an immutable truth.
""March Xun Diary"."
He answered the girl's question: "The story of a brave man who defeated the monsters and saved the sun."