In the dark basketball court, the basketball drew an arc and fell into the blue frame accurately. Perhaps only the swaying blue net proved that the ball had been here.

"Captain, that's how it is."

Si Dongcheng put down his hand. After listening to the reports from the people around him, he nodded in doubt. However, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"I originally thought he could give me some surprises. Haha, let me be me half a month later, not me. If I just pulled out a Detachment of Women, it would be a bit disappointing."

"Then do I still need to stare at him?"

"No, maybe I'm already overestimating him. There should be some other things between him and Xu Feixue that I don't know."

Si Dongcheng's eyes were deep, "Xu Feixue, no one in this world knows you better than me."

In the classroom of Class 9 of Senior High School, everyone was silent. Lin Tianran was painting on the blackboard. Now the runes on the blackboard can be called mysterious.

Yes, that is a rune. It belongs to the world of cultivation. A few simple and sloppy strokes can outline the magical skills.

Lin Tianran kept thinking that after he came to Donghai, many things should be planned. Because WP had found himself in Tianhai as early as the time of Tianhai.

But after so long in the East China Sea, the organization seemed to have disappeared without any news. Not to mention what you need to do according to the original plan.

The ability to enter Donghai No. 1 Middle School and the class allocations were actually arranged in advance. So, he was not wrong.

After finishing the last stroke, Lin Tianran turned around and narrowed his eyes. He swept across everyone in Class 9. His eyes paused when he fell to the empty seat next to the fat girl, and then moved away.

Now everyone in Class 9 has a look of confusion on their faces, including the little grandson and the little fat girl.

In their eyes, this same rune has different shapes and colors. In a sense, this rune is like a mirror, reflecting everyone who stares at him. However, this reflection is not limited to appearance, but the heart, or deeper.

At first, what the students saw was only words. Although everyone saw differently, they were all expressed in the form of words.

But as Lin Tianran's strokes were enriched, this pattern gradually deviated from any kind of text. It seemed to be a combination of all texts, and it seemed to be nothing.

However, the students' reactions were very real. For example, the students who saw "Wen" quickly pushed their glasses. They sometimes thought about themselves, sometimes realized. Well, they were like most academic masters. Sometimes they were very happy to study.

And the classmate who saw the word "female" at the beginning slowly turned red and he unconsciously clamped his legs.

The little grandson opened his ignorant eyes and focused on watching his master write a stroke on the stage.

At first I saw the word "heart", then the word "有" that suddenly realized, and then the word "有" was empty.

This change seems to be a kaleidoscope. It is clearly those strokes, and every time he looks, he always gives people a different feeling.

Until there is no overlap of the digits and it is difficult to see clearly that it is a text, the line of vision is centered on the rune, narrowing the focal length and gradually enlarging.

The little grandson's pupils were dilated. The runes reflected in his eyes had changed color and turned into a real kaleidoscope.

The petals bloom. The magnificent pictures and countless colors. When you wait for people to travel through the distant time and space.

"Brother Zhen, don't let me go, little sister is so sad." A sad song came.

On the stage, the newlywed wife, who was left behind by her husband, was miserable and miserable. The singing style seemed to have the magic of wandering around the ears of people.

The story is very simple. The parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. The scholar married the most beautiful girl in the village and started a family. Once this family has it, it's time to be busy with his career.

As his wife was reluctant to part with her, the scholar went to Beijing to take the exam just after her wedding date. Then the wife waited alone at home for a long time, waiting for her husband's return.

Finally, he waited for a book that his husband asked someone to send in the capital.

During the imperial examination, the scholar was eager to make a name for himself and to give his beautiful wife a family of wealth and wealth. So he was in high school.

But he was favored by the master of the capital. He was willing to betroth his daughter to him! The scholar concealed his family affairs. In the end, he chose the latter between his wife and Qingyun.

Very clichéd bitter stories. But I love acting on the stage, and the audience also like to watch them. So clichédée becomes a classic.

What he didn't know about was that when he married his wife, his young wife was pregnant.

Now that a book was being compiled, his wife felt that the sky was falling. He stroked his own belly, and then hanged it with the fetus in his womb.

The little grandson watched in the audience. In this huge audience, he was actually the only one who performed on the stage. From his perspective, there was actually only one who performed on the stage.

The development and advancement of the story are actually just about it, and the wife who is still a girl.

"A gentleman cannot go home, but the night is accompanied by the red color - the boat is lying on the tears of others." The sad and melodious singing style sings the ignorance of a girl, the resentment of a young woman, and the longing of a wife for her husband from afar.

I can't tell what the specific accent is, and there are some differences from the well-known Peking Opera and Huangmei Opera. Due to historical reasons, some opera forms are really difficult to pass on.

But it is undeniable that this sounds really nice. It also has a deep emotional appeal.

The little grandson was infatuated. Gradually, he was already in tears. Looking at the girl hanging beams on the stage, he called out with deep affection.

"grandfather."

Grandpa's position on the stage is in his current terms and is the leading actress.

Since childhood, my parents were not around, and my grandmother left early. He was pulled by his grandfather. The grandfather and grandson depended on each other for life.

When I was a child, the game that my grandfather and grandson played the most frequently. In addition to Sun Wukong fighting the Bone Demon three times, it was this grandfather who was the beautiful wife, and the grandson played the role of the husband who chose the future but not the family.

The script behind was also changed. The movements of his wife when she was hanging the beam attracted the attention of her family and she was rescued in time.

The scholar who chose to climb the dragon and attach himself to the phoenix was only randomly investigated by that adult, and the lies were exposed and he could only return to the village in shame.

He wanted to ask his wife for forgiveness, but his wife's heart was dead. Although others were saved, the fetus in his womb could not be saved due to premature birth.

After that, the husband became a grandson, in order to seek forgiveness from his wife and to comfort his heart. The wife beats her husband just like beating her grandson.

"Grandmaster, I will beat you to death, beat you to death. I will tell you to be so good at taking the exam. I will give my aunt a 55-point shot. I will beat you to death, beat you to death, call you a handsome talent, and be punished by the teacher every day."

I don’t know when the little grandson had already stood on the stage. He was immersed in the play.

Around a wooden table, his wife with a big belly and a golden cudgel in her hand, was chasing this unfaithful man who didn't study hard.

"Oh my god, grandpa, I was wrong. I will definitely study hard next time." The little grandson who has become a little kid kept spinning around the table.

"You dare to study hard. Do you want to take the scientific exam again next year, don't you want me?" Qizi rendered jade artifacts.

"No, then I won't study hard."

Then, my grandfather beat him even harder.

As a tycoon of women's clothing in that era, my grandfather's social status was actually a bit embarrassing. He had no friends, which indirectly caused his somewhat strange personality.

But my grandfather is a real person. He is a real woman on the stage and a real man off the stage. In the early years, he seemed to have killed an island military officer with his own hands.

When my grandson was not angry, he liked to listen to his grandfather telling these past stories. Of course, there are so many bragging elements, which is really hard to say.

Grandpa just looks pretty and looks, and the reason why he later took the path of Huadan was very simple.

Not only in that era, poverty is a knife that can force you into anything you would never imagine.

In a blink of an eye, the girl on the stage is old. This drama starring Grandpa Liang seems to have come to an end.

"Come on, good grandson. Keep this stick. Grandpa knows that you want to be Sun Wukong. When grandpa was a child, he also wanted to be Sun Wukong and become the Monkey King."

"Ahem, our ancestors have been on this stage for generations. At that time, I held the golden cudgel in the opera troupe and told your great-grandfather that when I grow up, I will be a great hero like Sun Dasheng."

The grandfather on the hospital bed smiled happily.

"But your great-grandfather told me that no matter whether on or off the stage, heroes die very quickly. So in order to live and to make a better life for the opera troupe, they will stop singing loyalty to the country and making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace. They will be replaced by small bridges and flowing waters, and there are peach blossoms on the other side of the river."

"Oh, now the world is peaceful and heroes are useless. But good grandson, what grandpa didn't tell you before is that."

It seemed that I remembered something excited. Grandpa's face flushed, followed by a violent cough.

Covering his mouth, the former actress now has wrinkles on her face.

"The one who killed that island military officer was either an embroidery needle or a grandpa's stick."

Legend has it that the golden cudgel has 108,000 kilograms. When the ancestral golden cudgel fell into the hands of his grandson, he felt that he was true.

Grandpa kindly touched the head of the grandson, "Okay, Grandpa is going to be a god. Remember to listen to the master in the future."

"Grandpa." In the past, my grandson didn't like my grandfather's golden cudgel-style education. Now that my grandfather has become kind, he still can't like it.

Just like the couple on the stage. They love, hate, beat and scold, and their whole life will pass.

The little grandson felt his chest tight. It should be that the golden cudgel was too heavy, which made him feel a little breathless. Well, but what happened to the tears?


Chapter completed!