"Lacey, Lacey, what's wrong with you? You're not moving." Lan Lier shook her gently beside her. Lacey seemed to be in a brief trance.
"Nothing, just a little dazed." Lacey stood up from her seat. The opera performance had already ended.
As the opera came to an end, it took the audience a long time to come back to their senses from the plot.
"I've seen this opera several times before, so why am I so moved to tears today?"
"I haven't enjoyed such a moving opera in many years." A wealthy old man sighed
"Dad, I want to be the successor of the God of Thunder and join the Knights of Lightning in the future."
"Follow me, Thunder, let's go!" A child excitedly imitated the characters in the opera.
After the performance, the audience in the theater talked about it a lot and were amazed by the opera performance. Even those picky old audiences had to admire that this was really the best performance in the past ten years. The last time they had such an experience was Twilight Brigade ten years ago.
There aren't any new faces in the cast, and the plot is the same as before, but there's something indescribable about it. It's probably because it makes you feel even more immersed in the story, your emotions fluctuating with the plot, and it feels like you're on a rollercoaster ride.
"Lacey, that's amazing."
Afterward, Lanlier praised Lacey's singing backstage. She understood perfectly why this opera was so much better than previous ones. The actors and accompanists remained largely unchanged, with Lacey still playing the lead role. Only the singing behind the scenes had changed, and even during her performance, her emotions fluctuated, considering she'd performed this piece so many times before.
"Thanks."
Lacey herself didn't have any self-awareness about it. This was her first time participating in a performance, and she had no comparison. She just thought that opera should be like this.
Little do people know that this is actually an extremely rare situation. No matter how good the script is, if you perform it every day, you will get tired of it. No matter how beautiful the song is, if you listen to it every day, you will get bored. People's threshold for happiness will continue to rise. This performance really broke everyone's inherent perception and brought bursts of amazement.
On his way home, Loran Hill felt uneasy for some reason. Even when he got home, he didn't sleep well the whole night.
The next day after lunch, she asked Chelsea to decline the visit and walked into the small courtyard alone.
In the quiet courtyard, the pear tree swayed slightly in the autumn wind as before. She leaned back in her chair, her hair hanging down, looking at the sky with rolling clouds, but her heart could not calm down.
A sense of anxiety seemed to come from somewhere invisible, as if telling her that something bad was about to happen.
She closed her eyes and let her consciousness sink deep into her heart, diving deeper and deeper, exploring the source of her anxiety.
Deep in her memory, fragments of time flashed by, pictures after pictures. Among them were scenes of her living alone in the Tisilan Mountains, scenes of her attending school in her previous life, scenes of her laughing with friends, and scenes of her attending a lively party in Verga...
Scenes flashed before my eyes and then disappeared.
Finally, she stopped in front of a picture. It was an afternoon many years ago when she watched the boy leave.
In the forest where the sun was slanting, she sang softly, blessing the ordinary boy and hoping that he could create his own miracle.
She stood quietly in front of the huge painting, looking at her former self, sitting on a tree, with silver hair and a white dress, eyes slightly closed, lips slightly parted, praying devoutly.
There seemed to be stars twinkling in Loran Hill's eyes. In a trance, she saw many people and many things. Those people were clumsily pursuing their dreams, and the process was not smooth.
The young man was not good at speaking. He could only use his clumsy actions to move others again and again, so that others would eventually believe him. In this way, he got his first few companions.
They traveled between cities and mountains, experiencing one difficulty after another. Life dealt them heavy blows again and again. Some of their companions fell forever, some were tempted by fame and fortune and betrayed them, and some eventually gave up in despair.
They regroup, learn lessons again and again, and then move on. Just like that, they foolishly set out again, exploring new paths. Isn't there still hope?
Until the thunderclouds covered the sky, the lightning bolts who cut off their fate stepped onto the battlefield.
In the blazing lightning, those vivid faces seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out. Anger was suppressed in their chests. With swords and blood, they fell down with depression, and their unwilling and empty eyes scattered on the ground, no longer alive.
The thread of fate also broke here.
Loran Hill slowly opened her eyes. There seemed to be Milky Way star sand in her pupils, constantly flowing and illuminating the world. Her body slowly floated up, her white skirt moved without wind, her figure gradually became illusory, and her hair slowly turned back to its original silver color.
A star slowly rose from the earth, and the beautiful starlight drew a long trail in the sky, straight up, as if the star fell to the earth and returned to the sky again.
It is like a stone thrown into the sky, colorless ripples slightly, and the clouds in the sky dissipate, revealing a blue-purple sky as pure as a mirror, with stars twinkling in it, as if following a specific pattern, conveying some kind of information, responding to someone's call.
When Loran Hill woke up again, he was surrounded by endless starry sky and celestial bodies. The stars were as small as rice grains and as large as the end of the universe. They were moving in the starry sky along a certain trajectory. The speed was not fast but unstoppable.
At this moment, she could no longer feel her body and extraordinary core, as if everything had turned into a nebula without substance.
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