Di Ting smiled slightly, leaned closer to Li Yiming, and whispered in her ear, "Do you know why they were crippled?"
Li Yiming said impatiently, "Why? Hey, you're blocking the light."
The old man on stage sang with a dignified air:
"Water surges and mountains pile up—"
A glint of excitement flashed in Di Ting's single eye: "The bureau had been laying a trap for a long time, and finally managed to close it. But these two desperate criminals covered the escape of about a dozen Red Guards..."
Where is the young Zhou Yu now?
Li Yiming casually pushed Di Ting aside: "Wait a minute, let's finish listening to this 'Zhu Ma Ting' before we talk."
Li Yiming's casual actions excited Di Ting even more, and he moved closer to Li Yiming again—this time even closer.
"The bureau has been planning for so long, but they've only caught these two small fry."
Di Ting's glassy eyes almost touched Li Yiming's face: "Of course we have to dig everything they've lost out of their mouths..."
Li Yiming stopped talking and focused intently on the stage.
Di Ting said in a gentle voice, "We just caught them and they were immediately taken to the interrogation room. I personally chopped off Jiang Shui's arm in front of Jiang Feng."
The red-faced old man on stage sang proudly:
"Unbeknownst to him, he vanished into thin air; poor Huang Gai, he grieved in silence—"
Di Ting closed his eyes, meticulously listening to Li Yiming's heartbeat.
Knock knock, knock knock.
It seems to be a bit faster than before?
Li Yiming glanced at Di Ting: "Are you done talking? If you're going to listen to a play, just listen to the play. Why bring up these bloody and messy things?"
Di Ting tilted his head slightly and met Li Yiming's gaze with his one eye: "Secretary Li, aren't you afraid? You were once in an interrogation room and came out vomiting."
Lu Huaizhang coughed and said sternly, "Why bring up things from the past!"
Li Yiming glanced at the stage with his clear, light tea-colored eyes: "Look, you've disturbed Director Lu's enjoyment of the opera."
"...The river where the battle raged is still hot, which makes my heart ache!"
The old man's words were clear and resonant, the rapid gong sounds accompanying his powerful singing, like countless arrows striking a stubborn rock.
"Tai tai tai tai dong dong dong dong dong dong!"
Di Ting, unwilling to give up, whispered in Li Yiming's ear, "Those two have been in the interrogation room for two days, and they've lost all their human form."
"Thump!"
A loud gong was struck.
Di Ting smiled with satisfaction. He was an unparalleled genius, his ears capable of hearing even the faintest sounds in the world. Even amidst the chaotic cacophony of gongs and drums, he heard it—
Li Yiming's heartbeat and breathing were already disordered.
Li Yiming still wore an expression of keen interest as he watched the show. However, a fine bead of sweat had already appeared on the back of his neck.
Li Yiming reached out and casually grabbed the fruit plate on the table, only to find it empty. He then realized that Madam Lu had already taken the fruit plate away.
"Team Leader Cui, pass me your fruit plate," Li Yiming said casually.
Di Ting didn't move, but instead whispered in Li Yiming's ear:
Do you know how they died?
Li Yiming glanced at Di Ting, a very light glance, devoid of any emotion, as if looking at a dead object.
"If you won't give it to me, I'll take it myself."
After Li Yiming finished speaking, he was about to get up when Di Ting's breathing became rapid, and his face was slightly distorted with excitement.
He grabbed Li Yiming's arm and said urgently and quickly:
"Jiang Shui lost his arm and begged Jiang Feng to kill him, saying he didn't want to live and suffer anymore. Jiang Feng cried and strangled Jiang Shui to death, then pulled out his own intestines. Do you know what his last words were? They were—"
"Tai tai tai tai tai qing cang qing cang qing cang qing cang dong dong dong dong dong dong qiang qiang qiang qiang da ...
The drums and gongs on the stage grew more urgent and denser, like thunder rumbling across the sky, torrential rain pouring down, and crashing waves crashing against the shore.
"We're safe now."
"Bang!"
The cymbals struck, their sound shaking the heavens. It was like deep blue blood splattering across the sky.
The room fell silent. The long, drawn-out sound of the gong continued unabated.
On stage, the red-faced old man's hair and beard bristled, his phoenix eyes sharp as thunder. He brandished his precious sword, slashing through the air. His desolate yet heroic singing voice burst forth from the clouds:
This is not river water either—
"The blood of heroes that has flowed for twenty years will never run dry!"
"Thump!"
"good!"
Li Yiming suddenly stood up and clapped his hands!
Di Ting was taken aback. The next second, under Li Yiming's lead, all the guests in the hall started cheering as well!
"good!"
"Colorful! Colorful!"
"What a great voice! What a heroic spirit!"
"pretty!"
The theatergoers were all seasoned opera fans, each with a loud, booming voice. The cheers and applause were deafening and earth-shattering. Even with ten pairs of ears, it would be difficult to detect Li Yiming's heartbeat and breathing in such a situation.
A spectator sitting not far from Li Yiming seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion and stood up, raising his teacup high and shouting, "Eternal glory to Lord Guan!"
After saying that, he drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp, and then smashed the tea bowl on the ground with a "clang"!
Seeing this, everyone was also filled with enthusiasm and followed suit, drinking a cup of tea instead of wine and then smashing the teacup on the ground!
Clang! Crack!
Clang! Crack!
Clang! Crack!
"May Lord Guan rest in peace!"
"May Lord Guan rest in peace!"
"May Lord Guan rest in peace!"
Countless teacups and bowls shattered on the ground, the sound like rocks collapsing and clouds crumbling, or like countless fire ships crashing against the iron chains of the river at the Battle of Red Cliffs.
Awe-inspiring righteousness and heroic spirit endure in the world.
The applause, cheers, and the sound of bowls being smashed overwhelmed Di Ting's ears. For the first time in his life, this genius ear suffered a complete defeat and was rendered useless.
Amidst the deafening noise, Di Ting's face turned ashen. He slowly raised his head and looked at Li Yiming's face, only to meet Li Yiming's gaze.
Those eyes were like ice and snow, carrying a cold and murderous aura.
Di Ting almost thought he was seeing things. In the blink of an eye, the expression on Li Yiming's face had disappeared, replaced by a warm and gentle smile.
Li Yiming suddenly reached out and tapped his left eye from a distance. His expression was disdainful and contemptuous, as if he were looking at a pathetic worm.
Di Ting's face twitched, and suddenly he grabbed Li Yiming by the collar: "You!"
Li Yiming: "Me?"
Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Lu Huaizhang quickly stood up to break up the fight: "Hey, hey, Jingya, don't do this, we're outside."
Di Ting clenched and unclenched his fists. Li Yiming calmly pried Di Ting's hand off, "Team Leader Cui, what have I done to you now?"
Lu Huaizhang skillfully took the Diting pistol that he had just stolen from Li Yiming's waist bag, stuffed it into his own pocket, and then forcefully made Diting sit down.
Li Yiming's applause was perfectly timed, right at the end of a brilliant aria. Applauding at this moment was in accordance with the rules of the opera house. In fact, if he hadn't applauded at this juncture, the performance would have been a disaster.
Di Ting didn't understand enjoyment, nor did he know the intricacies of listening to opera. Lu Huaizhang, however, understood it very well.
In Lu Huaizhang's view, what Li Yiming did was perfectly reasonable. The old man on stage sang so well that even Lu Huaizhang was a little excited, let alone Li Yiming, whose brain only weighed one or two ounces.
He was actually quite narrow-minded, getting angry and embarrassed just because others' applause interfered with his listening to his so-called true feelings!
Having subdued the two adversaries, Lu Huaizhang lost interest in testing Li Yiming and simply wanted to listen to the opera in peace.
The death of two freshly caught fish is bad enough, but he'll also get a scolding from his wife when he gets home. Can't Director Lu even enjoy himself a little?
The older male performer on stage is still singing.
Di Ting gave Li Yiming a sinister look and said in an almost inaudible voice, "You are cunning. And lucky."
To Di Ting's surprise, Li Yiming actually heard those words.
Li Yiming turned his head to the side, studied and listened intently for a long time, and finally smiled.
What good fortune do I have?
Li Yiming turned his head and looked leisurely at the stage.
"It's just that everyone likes Guan Yu."
Di Ting was taken aback.
For some reason, this simple sentence made Di Ting feel dizzy and more terrifying than hearing the death knell!
Di Ting couldn't understand Kunqu Opera and had no interest in the old man's singing on stage. Li Yiming's words threw him into a frenzy, and he no longer wanted to observe Li Yiming.
The more she looked at Lu Huaizhang's ecstatic expression, the more annoyed she became; the more she looked at Li Yiming's face, the more she wanted to kill her.
Di Ting suppressed his murderous intent, his single eye darting around the theater, turning back and forth, before finally settling on the two large pillars in front of the stage.
The two vermilion pillars bear many traces of time's erosion, but the inscriptions and couplets on them are still adorned with gold powder, shining brightly in the sunlight.
Each character is as large as a bowl, vigorous and powerful, as graceful as a startled dragon.
Di Ting squinted and looked closely, and saw that it was written on it:
"The dramas of joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, are there no stories of the past in this era?"
"By observing the praise and criticism, one can often find oneself among the characters in a play."
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