Inside the grand theater
On stage, Yun Hezhi wore a long cyan robe with flowing sleeves, his face evenly made up, his hair styled elegantly, and the cyan feathers glistening.
Accompanied by the sanxian, Southern drum, and pipa, his voice was even more lodious, the tone rising and falling with grace, and his posture as he walked was both elegant and unique.
The little cousin from the Fan Family couldn’t understand the lyrics, she just looked at the program where "Battle of Wan City" was written, and even the plot was introduced to her by the elderly lady.
Her gaze, apart from falling on Yun Hezhi, was mostly focused on the musicians playing at the side.
"Cousin, is that a cymbal?" She asked from afar, not seeing clearly.
"I don’t know." Jiang Jinsang was not a theater enthusiast, he only recognized the erhu and morin khuur among the percussion instrunts on stage. But noticing his cousin squinting and staring intently, he chuckled softly, "Interested?"
"I’m at a loss for a suitable topic for my term paper, how about I study our country’s traditional instrunts?"
"That would be good."
"Later, can I trouble you with sothing?" The little girl tugged at his sleeve, her voice lowered, possibly trying to act coy.
Jiang Jinsang raised an eyebrow, "You want to go backstage to see the instrunts?"
"Mm."
"I’ll speak to Boss Yun and see if he can take you. I don’t know anyone and they might not give face."
...
After the performance, Yun Hezhi led all the actors to bow and et so enthusiastic theater fans. Even the elderly lady stepped forward to chat with him.
Most of the theater audience were elderly, and Jiang Jinsang watched a group of grandpas and grandmas swarm forward to surround Yun Hezhi.
"Boss Yun, your Liang Hongyu today was absolutely stunning."
"The Drunken Concubine performance was also very exciting, especially that last line, sung exceptionally well."
"You should have more shows, I didn’t have enough."
...
The little cousin from the Fan Family stood by the side, couldn’t squeeze in, and clicked her tongue slightly:
"Cousin, is this a large fan et for the middle-aged and elderly?"
Jiang Jinsang was amused by her description.
About an hour later, Yun Hezhi freed himself to go backstage and remove makeup. The elderly lady and so old friends prepared to go for tea and reminisce, not wanting the young ones to follow, so Jiang Jinsang led his cousin backstage.
"Fifth Lord?" Yun Hezhi had just removed his makeup and was drinking tea to soothe his throat.
"Sorry to disturb you again." After explaining his purpose, Yun Hezhi looked at the girl standing by his side, standing openly yet sowhat shy and hesitant, not daring to et his gaze.
"Want to see the instrunts? I’ll have to talk to the musicians, should be no problem."
"Thank you."
After Jiang Jinsang spoke, Yun Hezhi led them to another side backstage, Jiang Jinsang watched the careful deanor of the girl beside him and couldn’t help but laugh aloud, "Aren’t you usually quite bold? How co you’re now hesitant?"
She had learned to play music since childhood, at five or six, she had perford on stage, and was very bold.
"Don’t you think people who sing opera have a special charisma? I dare not speak casually." She stared at Yun Hezhi’s back, "Look at his upright posture, it’s sacred."
"Cousin, what’s with the incident last ti? Is it because he and Qi Zeyan like the sa person?"
Jiang Jinsang nodded.
"Who did that lady choose?"
"Zeyan."
"What did she see in Qi Zeyan? His money? Or his looks?" In her eyes, Qi Zeyan naturally couldn’t compare with her cousin, at most he just had so money and looked alright.
"His personality, probably." Jiang Jinsang lightly sneered.
"Not liking Boss Yun, but liking soone like Qi Zeyan? That’s quite a peculiar taste." She mumbled, "What’s wrong with the young ladies nowadays? Don’t they look for content anymore?"
"Are you implying your Qi cousin lacks depth?"
"Does he possess such a thing?"
"..."
Jiang Jinsang wanted to defend Qi Zeyan, but upon further thought, he indeed possessed no depth.
Arriving at the backstage where the instrunts were placed, Jiang Jinsang, uninterested, stood to the side, ssaging Qi Zeyan, who was on his way back to Beijing, expected to arrive by evening.
[What’s all this trouble, I follow the law, uphold good virtues, yet soone dares to cause trouble for ? I’m not even in Beijing, why is soone aiming at ?]
Jiang Jinsang lightly sneered, [Shouldn’t you reflect on why soone is targeting you?]
[I did reflect, it’s because I’m too kind, making them think I’m easy to bully. Who’s back there playing , did you find out?]
[There’s a lead.]
[Who is it?]
[I’ll tell you when you’re back.]
[Jiang Jinsang! Tell quickly...]
Jiang Jinsang had no real evidence at hand, telling Qi Zeyan now, with his temperant, he’d definitely rush over.
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