The first performance went well. The opera presented by Aliena, Nia and Lily was "Little Red Riding Hood" adapted by Lorraine Hill and Vimiya.
Niya was wearing a small red cloak and carrying a basket of bread. She was going to visit her grandmother.
Along the way, because she was greedy for the scenery on the roadside, she took a path full of flowers but less traveled, and also met the evil wolf (Alena). Under the temptation of the evil wolf, Little Red Riding Hood told the story of her grandmother (Su Lisi)'s house.
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So the evil wolf ran to the grandmother first, and when Little Red Riding Hood Niya came to the grandmother's house, the grandmother had been eaten by the wolf. The person lying on the bed at this time was the evil wolf (Alena) pretending to be the grandmother.
"Grandma, grandma, why are your ears pointed and long?"
"Because I need to hear the sound of Little Red Riding Hood coming so I can open the door for you."
"Grandma, grandma, why is your mouth so big?"
"Because I want to eat you!"
Alena wore a wolf-shaped puppet costume, pretending to be fierce and pounced on her, biting into pieces Little Red Riding Hood's cloak, and the petite Niya also fell down.
As a result, the wolf ate two people and decided to rest in the house because they were too full.
Not long after, a tailor (Lily) passed by and heard a strange sound of violent snoring. She walked in and found the sleeping wolf, so she cut open the wolf's belly with scissors and rescued Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother.
Finally, the three of them killed the wolf, and the tailor made a warm cloak from the wolf skin and gave it to Little Red Riding Hood to replace the broken red cloak.
The story also ends here.
Overall, the story is not complicated, lively and interesting, and many guests applauded it, especially the cute girls. Who doesn't like it?
The more complex the opera, the better. Simple and interesting is the core of its popularity.
After the performance, behind the scenes in the dressing room.
"I didn't expect it to be quite interesting." Alena took off her heavy outer clothes and said.
"That's because the script is simple and interesting, not because of your superb acting skills." Letis used to argue.
"Lily, Niya is well done." Bumansha walked into the room and gave a thumbs up.
"Hehe." Lily showed two dimples on her face, and Niya nodded shyly.
"Now the first scene is over." After taking off her costume, Alena lay on the sofa and waved her hands happily.
"Pay attention to other people's feelings." Letis patted Alena and signaled with her eyes that Sulis was also in the dressing room.
Sulis looked at the mirror and took off the decorations on her hair, and replied with a smile: "Haha, it's nothing. I hope the ladies don't find it boring."
"In fact, some people have a prejudice against performing operas. They always feel that it is a job that cannot be performed on the stage."
Alena jumped up, stood behind Sulis, and helped her take care of her hair. "No, I think it's very interesting."
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Another room off the hall.
"The performance of your group is really unexpected." The earl butler and Triton sat opposite each other and praised the performance just now.
"Thank you, thank you." Triton maintained a smile.
After the two talked for a while, the butler asked again: "What kind of performance will the next performance be? It will be in a few days, so we can make arrangements here."
"This can be set at night three days later. If the props and scenery are..." Triton recalled the girl's explanation and slowly repeated it.
"Well, well, the problem is not big and can basically be solved." After listening to the requirements, the housekeeper nodded, and then became interested in this opera troupe, constantly discussing its origins and past.
This made Triton, who had become a monk on the way, extremely nervous. His brain was working rapidly, compiling experiences based on his past experiences.
Finally, the housekeeper nodded with satisfaction before letting him leave. When he left, Triton broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
When will these days end?
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At dusk three days later, on the top of the ship.
The broad top is divided into three symmetrical large blocks, with a large block at the back in the middle. There is a vine shelf at the end with a swing underneath.
Lorraine Hill was sitting on the swing, her white skirt fluttering in the wind, and then falling down again.
Her eyes were looking at the setting sun in the distance, and the hair around her ears reflected the light golden light under the afterglow of the setting sun.
There is currently no one else in this corner, and it is a place specially chosen by the girl. Recently, she likes to watch the sunset, especially when a person like this is in a daze in the breeze.
The sunset is a very beautiful scenery. The sunset is reflected in the sky. The temperature is just right at this time, neither cold nor hot. The sea breeze blows on your body, giving you a comfortable feeling.
Speaking of it, the setting sun always reminds her of her childhood, because after elementary school, the large playground would be illuminated by the rays of the setting sun.
Her mother would come to pick her up at this time, and then she would tell her mother what happened at school today. This was also the happiest moment for her as a child.
Logically speaking, the sun would set every day, but in fact she had not seen this scenery again for a long time.
After middle school, classes become increasingly heavy, and school usually ends at 10 p.m. After college, I am addicted to the Internet and don’t want to go out. After work, I am surrounded by steel forests, and 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 reality always seemed to be full of ups and downs and mistakes, causing her to deviate again and again.
Loss and disappointment are always intertwined, and my heart becomes increasingly anxious, and sometimes I suffer from insomnia.
It's always unsatisfactory.
She felt the touch of the breeze passing through her calves, and fragments of the past seemed to reappear in her vision.
Sitting on the bus at night, the interior of the bus was dark, with the light of neon lights pouring into the car, and faces passing by under the sparse light spots.
She can always hear various voices 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, etc.
Those voices seem to list a perfect life trajectory. As long as you don't follow it, your life will explode and collapse. It makes people feel uneasy and anxious.
Is there really anything perfect in this world? She doesn't know.
It's like she doesn't know who is right and who is wrong among those complicated and opposing truths, just like she doesn't know whether those chattering news are true or false, just like she doesn't know which of the various explanations of complicated descriptions is the correct answer.
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Countless information and opinions fill every corner, like cutting a picture into scraps of paper and stirring them together.
Until one day, she suddenly woke up.
"Is this Miss Lorraine?" A voice sounded from behind.
After Triton asked others about the location of Lorraine Hill, it took him a while to find it. He slowly approached and then stood still, looking at the girl in the white dress under the sunset.
The golden afterglow dyed the skirt with a layer of pale gold, and the girl's hair was gently fluttering in the wind. Even though only her back could be seen, the girl's figure still made Triton feel a special kind of beauty.
Although she is in the world, she is still outside the world, undisturbed and uncontaminated.
"Yes." The girl's voice came from the front.
"About tonight's performance..." Triton asked first, and then slowly felt relieved after receiving a definite answer. It seemed that as long as the girl agreed, there would be no need to worry.
At this time, he felt that it was a bit impolite to interrupt this girl who was alone, so he prepared to leave.
"Then I won't disturb Miss Lorraine." After turning around and walking a few steps, he seemed to have some idea and stopped again.
Just when he was hesitating whether to turn around and continue asking the girl, Lorraine Hill's soft voice came.
"Is there anything else?"
Hearing this question that sounded like a sound from nature, Triton turned his body around and returned to the vine frame. He looked at the girl looking at the sunset over the sea and asked.
"I've encountered a lot recently..." He paused and decided to speak out.
"Perhaps I was too naive in the past, and many things developed differently than I expected."
Triton sat on a stool nearby and slowly told the story of the past few days. After the initial novelty, he discovered that the life of a master was not what he thought.
Once you tell a lie, you have to tell countless lies to cover it up. The more you tell, the more afraid you are of revealing your lie. When talking to other guests, you must always pay attention to avoid others exposing you or looking down on you.
I want to meet other beautiful girls of the same age, but I am also afraid that the other party will see through me. And even if the other party doesn't see through me, all they like is the mask I made up.
The more I want to become an ideal person, the more uneasy and anxious I feel.
"Maybe I'm not born that way."
"What is the ideal self?" The girl gently swayed on the swing, and her voice came in the breeze.
"That must be confidence, strength, knowing everything, and being able to solve various problems..." Triton said many descriptive conditions, which was also a vague impression rooted in his mind.
But as he spoke, he slowly stopped. It seemed that this was not something that humans could do.
"Do you want to become a god?" The swing under the girl slowly stopped.
"Uh, no... I don't have that kind of extravagant hope." Triton seemed to understand something.
"I once had many thoughts, and like many children, I had dreams as beautiful as fairy tales." Lorraine Hill's voice was full of memories.
"But I can't work as hard as a machine, and I don't even have a strong will and perseverance. Sometimes I even escape secretly."
"I hate and despise myself like this, and even feel uneasy and anxious."
"Until one day, I discovered that I had been lying to myself. In fact, I was not that ambitious to pursue those glamorous things. In fact, as long as I had a small piece, I would be satisfied, like a hamster, with peace of mind.
Lying in his own nest and hibernating."
"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 also need them."
"In fact, what I long for is more stability and peace. Sitting in front of my house every day, leisurely watching the sunset slowly sinking, perhaps this is the happiest life in my heart."
"From then on, I vowed not to lie to myself anymore, to live honestly, to accept my shortcomings and imperfections, to listen to my inner voice, and to live a life that I really like."
"There are thousands of happy things, but there is only one unfortunate thing, and that is when I do something that goes against my heart."