"I feel drunk all day long and sick, and I sit in the darkness with the pain of the cage.

When I went there, the flowers were like brocade on the road, and today the willows on the top of the building are green again..."

Xu Yinuo, who was dressed in Qingyi, sang the lyrics of Zhang in "Spring Boudoir Dream", with three-foot water sleeves, and with just a slight swing, there was a lot of charm.

The performance of the Peking Opera Class in Shanghai was at the bottom of the last performance. As soon as Xu Yinuo appeared on the stage, he had already attracted the attention of the audience before the show started. As soon as he spoke, the audience applauded.

Peking Opera is a recognized elegant art. Although Poplar does not like the word "high", the word "high" seems to be a distance from others, but it is undeniable that Peking Opera does have a certain threshold for appreciation. At most, outsiders can watch the excitement, so that experts can understand the tricks.

Either even those who play elementary school music like Hu Yang can hear that Nuonuo is much smarter than Qingyi in the previous groups, and more ease in terms of pronunciation, breathing, rhythm and even tone.

Most of the audience were veteran fans from Beijing and Tianjin, including old men with gray hair. The appreciation level was only higher than that of poplar euphratica, so they could naturally tell the difference.

Xu Yinuo performed the role of Cheng's Qingyi.

The Cheng School Qingyi is extremely elegant, she deserves all the elegant words, elegant, elegant, elegant... Elegant in the fingering of Chengde, hanging silk, butterfly, brushing the clouds, elegant in the melody of Xipi flowing water, elegant in the simple and soft movements, elegant in the orioles singing in the green yi, and also in the tiger roaring with copper hammers on the shelf...

While enjoying Nuonuo's performance, Hu Yang recorded with a camera.

The audience was mainly middle-aged and elderly people, and almost all of them were family members as young as Poplar.

Peking Opera has finally declined. She once had a prosperous life that everyone pursued and had a brilliant glory, but now she has a scene of no successor, which makes Huyang sigh a little.

If Nono hadn't been held down by Xu Wenjuan as a child and practiced boy skills, he would have probably not taken the path of opera performance.

Of course, with Nuonuo's family conditions, she will walk smoothly any way she takes. What's more, she works hard enough and her basic skills are obvious to all.

Xu Yinuo only performed on the first day, and two days later he accompanied Hu Yang to watch the exhibition, watch the performance, and give him an explanation.

In addition to opera performances, this year's Opera Culture and Art Festival also has various "opera" modes, such as "opera installation", "opera games", "opera education", etc., which enhance the interactive experience of the audience and tourists in novel and unique forms such as interactive experience, task breakthroughs, prize check-in, and close-up performances.

The two of them basically played all the projects, and they didn't even let go of the parent-child DIY hand-made work. Nuo Yatou forced Hu Yang to call her sister. Hu Yang called out to her mother in anger, and then ate an iron fist.

The opera knowledge I learned in these three days was more than Hu Yang’s previous 20 years. Thanks to the time when Nuonuo was chattering in his ears, he could understand opera better and her better.

New Year's Day is over and the winter vacation is not far away.

Before welcoming the holiday, we must first defeat the final exam.

Poplar Hulu has collapsed a bit this semester.

Time treats everyone equally, twenty-four hours a day, no one has one second more than anyone else.

Before dating Nono, he spent basically on videos on weekends. After dating, he had to run on both sides of the weekend, so the videos could only be done on weekdays. This resulted in his absence of a seat in class, but he had basically never listened to classes.

Fortunately, after entering my sophomore year, there were more professional courses.

In the Department of Engineering, professional courses will only be more difficult and not simpler than public basic courses. However, colleges like the School of the School of Economics and Management that are more liberal arts, can pass the professional courses and even the special students. It is conceivable how loose the standards are.

This is why many engineering masters usually choose majors related to business management as the second major. In the eyes of academic masters, this diploma is no different from the ones given.

As the end of the period approaches, the four people in the 321 dormitory have started the cultivation mode again, going to bed late and getting up early every day, and even not going to bed but only getting up.

Li Yan even exaggerated that this guy suddenly had a serious illness and stayed in the school hospital for a few days. It is said that he was taking a drip in the middle of the night and was taught a lesson by his sister, a nurse who had just graduated from medical school.

The next day when Hu Yang brought him a meal, Li Da Ge said this with great pride, thinking that the nurse scolded him because he cared about him and had him in his heart.

Huyang only said one sentence: "It's worthy of being you."

...

Hu Yang suddenly realized something: none of his roommates seemed to be in love.

Zhou Mingxuan needs no need to say anything. Seeing someone hooking up with another one is not called love, that is called Teddy.

Li Yan, to put it nicely, is good at self-propelling and self-encouraging, to put it bluntly, is licking dogs. The key is that he never licks people right, and he always feeds dogs with one sincerity.

Wen Liang has the biggest problem. He has a girlfriend, but he still lives in the dormitory every day, living like a single dog. Hu Yang has hardly seen him go out for an appointment.

He said he didn't like Tang Xuanyan, but he confessed again, saying he liked it, but his attitude was really unconvincing.

"Probably... I don't like it that much."

Tang Xuanyan smiled bitterly and came to a conclusion.

Poplar scratched his head, but he didn't know how to respond.

He and Tang Xuanyan studied in the same study room in the library, and made an appointment to have dinner together at noon.

Tang Xuanyan didn't call Wen Liang, saying that she didn't want to disturb him in her studies.

This is not the truth.

Wen Liang has been in the comprehensive building these days. Tang Xuanyan has gone to see it once... She couldn't stand it, so she looked at it a few more times. She was afraid that the image of Wen Liang in her memory would be completely ruined.

She just didn't want to admit that she was disgusted from the bottom of her heart for such a sloppy and unprotective gentleness.

Because of disgust, I don’t want to see him, and I don’t want to have dinner with him.

"I won't talk about him anymore, let's talk about you and Nuonuo. When will I confess my love?"

Tang Xuanyan changed the topic.

Hu Yang casually said, "Should she be eighteen years old."

"That's coming soon."

"Yeah, there are two months left."

In two months, I will face my father-in-law directly. When I think of this, Hu Yang feels a little panicked.

He picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"How are you reviewing? There are a few freshman classes that are quite difficult."

"Yes," Tang Xuanyan sighed, "higher mathematics gives me a headache."

Hu Yang originally wanted to say that you could ask Wen Liang to tutor you, but when he said that he swallowed it back, he changed his words and said, "Then you have to work harder. There are ten credits in high mathematics. If you want to change to majors, high mathematics, thinking and generalization, these high credit courses are very important."

Tang Xuanyan said "yes", and after a moment of silence, she suddenly muttered in a low voice: "It's not necessarily necessary to change majors."

Huyang frowned slightly, and he realized something seemed wrong.

"Wen Liang... made you angry again?"

Tang Xuanyan shook her head: "I have been with him for three years, and I have been angry for a long time. I just think that maybe distance can produce beauty. I pester him every day, and he is bothered by me and I can only see each other and get tired of each other."

"This..." Huyang's brain was running rapidly, thinking about the words, "Actually, I don't think Wen Liang is annoyed you. He is just that kind of virtue. You should know more than me."

"I know, he's like this in high school. He does everything based on his mood. He doesn't want to do anything even if you put a knife on his neck."

Tang Xuanyan smiled self-deprecatingly: "So in his opinion, accompanying me to go shopping, walking with me, watching the snow with me is something he doesn't want to do."

I don’t know how to pick up Populus.

He really wanted to say a few words to Wen Liang, but this kid's problem is indeed quite good. No matter from which perspective, Tang Xuanyan is the victim of this relationship, so he really can't persuade him anything else.

"What do you think?"

He had no choice but to ask.

Tang Xuanyan shrugged: "I don't know, let's talk about it after the winter vacation."

...

Wen Liang never talked about things between him and Tang Xuanyan in the dormitory. Even if Hu Yang and Li Yan asked about it, he would hesitate and fool him.

This led to almost no knowledge of the progress of the two.

If he knew that Wen Liang and Tang Xuanyan had been dating for three months and had not held hands, he would probably block Wen Liang in the toilet and check if he was a man.

Huyang and Xu Yinuo are separated from each other, and it is natural to hold hands. If they were in the same school, they might have handed over their first kiss.

He didn't understand, and Tang Xuanyan knew it.

Although she had no love experience, her roommates had three masters of love practice and two masters of love theory. Youdao was that three became tigers, and all five of them said that Wen Liang had problems. Over time, she gradually felt that Wen Liang might have something wrong with him.

She once suspected Wen Liang's orientation, but later she learned that Wen Liang's orientation was normal, and she suspected that she was not charming enough.

For this reason, she bought a lot of sexy clothes that show off her figure. Every time she wore them out for him, she was nervous and expectant, but he always said coldly: "This clothes are not suitable for you, it feels strange."

After being hit a few times, she no longer wears it, timidly retracted into her shell, and turned back to the gentle and familiar simple Tang Xuanyan.

It was not until Christmas Eve, that sleepless night that she thought, maybe it was just because she didn't like it enough.

Because I don’t like it enough, no matter what I do with me, no matter how beautiful I dress, I can’t be interested... Is that true?

From the beginning, he forced himself to give it a try.

In the three years of high school, she forced him to do a lot of things, forced him to do homework, forced him to run morning exercises, and forced him to do duty... But love is not about doing homework or running morning exercises, and liking is impossible.

That night, she stared at the ceiling and thought about many things.

From junior high school to high school, everything in her youth is about him, and every scene in her memory is about him.

She missed the noisy and noisy time in high school, and those days seemed to have their own warm-toned filters.

At that time, he had not completely let himself go. At least his hair was neat and his school uniform was refreshing. Looking back now, she seemed to be able to vaguely smell the fragrance with the smell of soap and sunshine.

She always poked his arm with a pencil, and said, "It's time to class, don't read novels", "It's time to get to the point, don't play with your phone", "The teacher is here, wake up quickly"...

He said one by one: "Are you annoying, representative Tang?", "Are you tired, representative Tang?", "Representative Tang, you can't be the undercover agent sent by my mother."

Although she could quarrel, complain, and sometimes even had a cold war, she was treated more gentle than she is now.
To be continued...