Zhang Shixun had the urge to beat him up: I have stopped talking, but you still won't give in. I am your future son-in-law, and I will take care of you in your old age.
Thinking of this, Zhang Shixun suddenly remembered that he had known Ding Dusai for so long, but he had never asked her if she had any brothers or sisters.
If she had an older brother or younger brother, it would not be her responsibility to take care of her in her old age and see her to the end of her life. At most, she could send gifts during the holidays.
"I'm going to check on Saisai's treasure. There are a lot of people backstage, so don't let anyone steal it accidentally." Father Ding said as he walked over there.
He walked to the door of the room where Ding Dusai was changing clothes and shouted, "Saisai! Open the door, Daddy, come in for a moment."
Zhang Shixun looked toward the stage, where an acrobatic performance was underway. A young woman stood at one end of the stage, a large wooden board behind her. A middle-aged man in shorts stood at the other end, holding seven or eight throwing knives. With a flick of his hand, the knives pierced the board next to the girl's right ear with a clang.
"Ah!" The girl screamed and pretended to be terrified.
There were bursts of exclamations from the audience, and everyone was worried about the girl.
If the middle-aged man missed, or the girl moved around out of fear, the sword might pierce the girl's face, which was very dangerous.
Amid the crowd's exclamations, the middle-aged man swung out another knife, stabbing the girl's left ear.
“Ouch!”
"careful!"
…
Some timid people in the audience were already covering their eyes.
The middle-aged man stabbed the wooden board with his knife left and right, and every time he stabbed it, the wooden board around the girl's head was filled with piercings.
After the middle-aged man threw the flying knives, he received cheers from the audience.
Zhang Shixun admired this middle-aged man very much. This kind of unique skill was real kung fu and could not be mastered in a day.
After the two men left the stage, a woman dressed in Western costume walked past Zhang Shixun and danced onto the stage.
This should be the Hu Xuan dance that was very popular in the Tang and Song dynasties.
Zhang Shixun looked at it for a while, then felt sleepy and yawned.
He hasn't slept for a day and a night.
"Sir." Someone called him in his ear.
Turning around, it was Ding Dusai.
She had changed her clothes. Her bun was flowing like a cloud, with a golden hairpin slanting in her hair. Her face was smeared with light red rouge, her lips were also painted with lipstick, and around her neck hung the necklace that had just been given to her...
Seeing her radiant beauty, Zhang Shixun blurted out: "With her cloud-like hair, flowery face, and golden step-shaking ornaments, I will spend the spring night in the warm hibiscus tent."
When Ding Dusai heard this, he said angrily, "Sir, I am not Yang Guifei."
Zhang Shixun: "She rolled up her sleeves to reveal her bare hands, her white wrists adorned with golden rings, her hair decorated with a golden phoenix hairpin, and her waist adorned with jade and jade..."
Ding Dusai: "I am not even Luoshen."
From this point, we can see that Ding Dusai has a deep literary foundation and she would be considered a talented woman in later generations.
Zhang Shixun scratched his head and searched his mind, but could not find any relevant words.
After thinking for a long time, he finally managed to say: "Heavy makeup always looks good. How about this?"
"That's acceptable... I didn't ask you to see my outfit, I wanted you to see this..." Ding Dusai pointed at his neck. "Sir, how does the necklace go with this outfit?"
Zhang Shixun gave a thumbs-up. "It's so beautiful! This necklace is perfect only when worn by you. It's a perfect match, and it brings out the best in each other."
Ding Dusai's cheeks were radiant with smiles. "I know you are flattering me, but I am still very happy."
The two looked into each other's eyes and smiled knowingly.
"Hey! Saisai." Father Ding came up to the two of them with a dark face.
The person who wanted to break up the couple has arrived.
Zhang Shixun quickly suppressed his smile and stood there with his hands behind his back.
"Dad, I just wanted Mr. Zhang to take a look..."
Father Ding interrupted her and said, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. You're standing so close to him and letting him look at your neck. Aren't you afraid of people gossiping?"
"Daddy, I want to..."
"Don't think about it, hurry up and get ready, it's your turn now."
"Hmph!" Ding Dusai stamped his feet, turned to Zhang Shixun and said, "I want to sing 'Spring River Moon Night'. How about you accompany me?"
"This... Your musician and I have never worked together before, will it work?" Zhang Shixun hesitated.
"Of course I can." Ding Dusai said without hesitation and pulled him to the backstage musicians. "Uncle Li, let Master Zhang play today's song."
Uncle Li was about fifty years old and thin. He was tuning a zither. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the young man and seemed very unhappy.
"Uncle Li, don't be angry. 'Spring River Moon Night' was taught to me by Master Zhang. He plays the guzheng to perfection... Don't worry! He's not here to compete with you for your job."
"Ah! It turns out to be Mr. Zhang in person." Uncle Li breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, stood up and bowed to Zhang Shixun.
He had known Zhang Shixun's name for a long time, as Madam Ding often mentioned his name in the team.
"Uncle Li, you're too polite. I'm not very skilled, so I don't dare to show off. But Madam Ding..."
Several musicians stood up and saluted Zhang Shixun. A well-mannered young man said, "We have long heard of your great name, Master Zhang. It is a great honor for us to have the privilege of seeing you today!"
This person is obviously educated.
Zhang Shixun clasped his fists towards them and said, "Thank you all for your kindness."
Father Ding pulled Ding Dusai over and said with his eyes wide open, "Saisai, this young boy can play the zheng?"
Ding Dusai nodded solemnly: "Mr. Zhang is more than just a zheng player. I'm not exaggerating, his zheng skills are unmatched in the world."
"Unparalleled in the world? Him?" Father Ding shook his head like a rattle: "I don't believe it, even if you kill me!"
"Daddy, let him play on stage and you'll know how good it is. How could your daughter lie to you?"
"But but..." Father Ding looked at his daughter and then at Zhang Shixun, unable to make up his mind.
"Boss Ding, it's your turn..." the young man urged.
"Daddy!" Ding Dusai pouted and looked at his father.
"Okay! Okay! Let him go. I want to see if he is a useless person." Father Ding waved his hand.
Ding Dusai quickly told Zhang Shixun, "Mr. Zhang, the musicians got all the music scores from you, and they are strictly following the accompaniment. You can play without worry."
Zhang Shixun nodded, not nervous at all.
Two servants carried the zither table onto the stage and set it up. Zhang Shixun followed several musicians onto the stage, sat down and calmly tuned the strings.
After several musicians were ready, they all looked at Zhang Shixun. Zhang Shixun nodded, and the performance officially began.
Zhang Shixun concentrated his mind and played seriously.
After playing just a short piece, several musicians nodded in unison.
It really lives up to its reputation.
Madam Ding was not wrong. This person's piano skills were indeed extraordinary. His fingering was so complex and gorgeous, and his grasp of rhythm was so precise that it was rare to see such a thing in life.
After the prelude, Ding Dusai came on stage. After just a few steps, there was a burst of exclamations from the audience.
"Look at Madam Ding's necklace!"
"Oh! A whole string of night-shining pearls!"
"Oh my god! She's so beautiful!"
"Oh my God!"
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