"Okay, that's good." Liu Rulan thought for a moment and instructed her assistant, "Clean up the online comments and don't let this matter affect Xiao He's trending topics."
"yes!"
The chaos below the stage was completely unknown to those on stage.
When the song ended, Xiao He stood up, looked up at the sea of people in the audience, and bowed to everyone with a smile.
Xiao He had learned a little piano while filming a movie, but he wasn't proficient; he was just a beginner. His only advantage was his nimble fingers, which made playing the keys effortless. In addition, the piece they chose was very basic and easy to learn, so Xiao He only needed to be able to read sheet music and play the basics, which wasn't too difficult.
The applause at the scene was thunderous.
And this birthday party has finally come to an end.
Many people were on tenterhooks.
They knew that what was meant to happen would happen.
Xiao Ge's first stage play, "Twelve Mirrors," is about to officially begin!
The center of the stage suddenly darkened, and a large number of staff rushed onto the stage to set up the venue. Soon after, audience members saw them pushing a huge instrument covered with a curtain onto the stage.
The instrument had a rounded, flat appearance, and its shape was unclear. It was shrouded in a dark red curtain, giving it a mysterious and somewhat oppressive feel.
Many people at the scene began to chatter and discuss.
There is a lot of discussion about "The Twelve Mirrors" online, but because the original version has only been performed abroad, with a total duration of more than two hours and no recording is allowed, no one knows what kind of stage play "The Twelve Mirrors" is or how the twelve personalities are represented.
Moreover, Xiao He's birthday party was compressed into a twenty-minute stage play, making the scene even more unimaginable.
However, there's no point in discussing it any further now.
Because Xiao He's version of "The Twelve-Sided Mirror" is about to begin!
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"Whoosh—"
The first thing to come was the sound of a biting wind.
For some reason, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became chilly.
Just as the wind began to subside, a young detective, dressed in a simple black trench coat and carrying a large black umbrella, walked out of the snowstorm.
"Da da da—"
The leather boots made strange sounds as they stepped into the snow. The brim of the black umbrella was slightly raised, revealing a black top hat. And beneath that hat were a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes, as still as a cold pool.
At that moment, even the cheers subsided, and everyone held their breath.
The sound of wind and snow had disappeared without me noticing.
When he looked up, the sharpness in his eyes was fully revealed. His lips were tightly pursed beneath his high nose bridge, making it difficult to discern his joy or sorrow. Even his jawline was unusually hard and cold, and his whole body was as cold and silent as the blizzard behind him.
The black umbrella was closed and lowered by his long, slender but somewhat sickly hand, and then he knocked on the door in front of him.
"Knock knock knock".
A hunched figure emerged from the darkness, and even the audience below the stage didn't know where he came from.
"who?"
An aged voice rang out.
"I am a traveler passing through this area. Due to heavy snow blocking the mountain passes, I have nowhere to go. I wonder if I could stay here for the night?"
His voice was deep and resonant, and his speech, though slow, carried a weight and a chilling insight into people's hearts.
After a moment of silence, the old door creaked open—
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