Chapter 223: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (2)
"The ice wheel on the island begins to turn, and the Jade Rabbit appears. The Jade Rabbit rises early in the east. The ice wheel leaves the island, and the world becomes exceptionally bright, with a bright moon in the sky~"
The moment the accompaniment sounded, the entire opera house fell silent. When the graceful figure emerged from behind the curtain, everyone's attention was drawn to her. The "Yang Guifei" on the stage had a graceful figure and was particularly attractive. She wore a heavy costume but did not look stout. Instead, she made people feel pitiful.
As soon as she opened her mouth, many people almost exclaimed in surprise. Her voice was mellow, and every word was pronounced beautifully and precisely. It made people feel refreshed both physically and mentally. Old Mrs. Han was already nodding her head with every word, with a look of satisfaction on her face.
Han Zhiyao had only heard of it as a child. When he grew up, he went abroad to study. When he returned, he served on the battlefield, rarely having the opportunity to savor it in detail. He didn't know what was so good about Peking Opera, but he felt that the performers on stage acted and sang well, and their faces and figures were particularly beautiful.
The slender fingers moved on the table in rhythm, and Han Zhiyao's eyes followed the figure on the stage closely. The person's face was painted with oil paint, covering most of his features, but his eyes were particularly affectionate, as if Yang Guifei's unspeakable emotions were transmitted to him through these eyes. Han Zhiyao was stunned by the look, and the movement of his hands stopped for a beat.
He was so engrossed in listening that he even forgot when the sound stopped. It was not until the people around him and in the audience cheered that he realized the show was over.
"Zhiyao, do you think this play is good?"
"Of course it is good."
"Hahaha, this is a famous actor in our capital. Tickets are hard to come by. It's only because of your kindness that I have the opportunity to watch such a show again."
"Grandma, please stop teasing your grandson." Han Zhiyao half lowered her head, but her face was gentle.
The old man beside him stepped on the teacup beside him, took a sip, and said casually with a look in his eyes, "The play is good for one thing, and the content is good for another. Grandson, if there is someone who is willing to be obsessed with you, wouldn't it be wonderful?"
Han Zhiyao knew what his grandmother meant the moment she heard it. No wonder she was so anxious to bring him to the opera the next day after he returned. It turned out she was waiting for him here. Han Zhiyao felt helpless, but the old woman in front of him was his own grandmother. Her kindness in raising him was greater than heaven, so he couldn't say anything against her.
"Grandmother, if my grandson really gets married, it wouldn't just be a disaster for her. It would be like turning her into Yang Yuhuan, a widow who lives in my place. That would be a real sin for me."
"Don't talk nonsense! How did Yang Yuhuan become a widow?"
"Grandma, the war is still going on and the situation is turbulent. How can your grandson care about matters of love? Even if we get married, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return home. If... if I come back less often in the future, the girl will definitely be angry."
The smile on Mrs. Han's face faded a little, but this was indeed the truth, but she couldn't accept it. Her eldest son died three years ago, leaving only this one child to their Han family. Seeing that Han Zhiyao was already 25 years old this year, how could she feel at ease if he didn't get married?
Over the years, he has introduced many girls to Han Zhiyao, but he doesn't know what's wrong with his grandson. There are so many beautiful girls, but he doesn't like any of them. He keeps refusing and just can't find anyone he likes. It has been dragging on until now.
"I don't care. I've already asked Liu Zhenping. He said the Russians are scared this time and don't dare to make any moves. They've retreated dozens of miles. The Japanese are also being held back and can't come here. Now that you have some free time, why don't you think about marriage? Anyway, I'll find some girls for you when I get back. I don't believe there aren't enough girls in Beijing for you to choose from! If you can't pick any, I'll ask your uncle to find a girl for you from the south. This year, you have to get married!"
This happened on the stage, and the old lady didn't dare to speak too loudly for fear of being laughed at. However, when her emotions came out, she couldn't control herself and almost pointed at Han Zhiyao's nose and scolded him.
Han Zhiyao didn't dare to make his grandmother too angry, so he nodded repeatedly. Anyway, he agreed first, and whether she liked him or not in the future or whether to marry him was his business.
"Marshal Han, Madam Han, I'm sorry to bother you. Could you please tell me if you were satisfied with the show today?"
"Mr. Yan sings very well. If I had the chance, I would really like to come to your place to listen to opera every day."
"It is truly a blessing for Mr. Yan and my opera house to have the old lady's favor." The man felt relieved when he saw that the old lady and Han Zhiyao were both very satisfied. He breathed a sigh of relief, said a few more nice words, and then took his leave.
Madam Han wanted to catch Han Zhiyao and continue talking about marriage, but Han Zhiyao saw her intention, stood up from the stool, and straightened his military cap, "Grandma, I am quite interested in today's play. I want to come backstage to see it and talk about it with you in the future. You go back first, and I will come back later."
He moved quickly and waved to the adjutant following behind him. The adjutant walked to the old lady with a smile on his face and took her to the car.
The old lady was helpless, but this was her eldest grandson whom she held in the palm of her hand, so she didn't say anything. She could only reach out and nod at the adjutant's head, and got into the car helplessly.
Han Zhiyao had said what he wanted to say and had no intention of going back. He walked into the backstage of the Liyuan Theater. He was wearing a military uniform. Although the people in the Liyuan Theater looked at him strangely, they did not dare to stop him.
He walked to a compartment covered with a red cloth. He reached out and lifted it up, and a slender figure came into his sight.
Li Ziyan was sitting in front of the dressing table removing his makeup. Half of the oil paint on his face was gone, revealing his fair cheeks and delicate features. The sound of the door curtain rustling made him look up and look straight into the eyes of the man at the door.
The two people, one standing and the other sitting, were only a few meters apart, but time seemed to have stopped. They stared into each other's eyes, forgetting to speak and their movements stopped.
The traces of paint dripping from his face fell on the back of his hand, awakening Li Ziyan's mind. He lowered his head, turned his face to the side, and said softly, "I am sorry for disturbing the Marshal."
"I'm lost and didn't mean to disturb you, sir. I hope you don't mind." Han Zhiyao's hand was still on the curtain, but his body was slightly leaning forward. "I forgot the way back. Could you please wait here for a moment and take me out?"
"Of course." Li Ziyan nodded without looking at him, his ears a little red.
Han Zhiyao stepped in, and the sound of his boots hitting the ground seemed to hit Li Ziyan's heart.
Li Ziyan was standing in front of the mirror, washing the oil paint off his face, while Han Zhiyao was sitting behind him, able to see his every expression clearly in the mirror.
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