In the box, the drama was still being passed on melodiously, ringing in everyone's ears.
Shangguan Shiliu looked blankly from the window to the woman in green below, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.
Looking from the wing room on the second floor, if you don't pay attention, you can't see the specific face of Qing Yi in the audience. One is the angle, and the other is the drama makeup on his face.
For a moment, the originally lively wing suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked strangely silent. Even Shangguan Hamigua, who had been chirping, had a dull expression.
Zhao Mumu looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was drinking one drink after another, and then at Shangguan Pomegranate and Hami Melon, who were silent, and couldn't help but pull Wu Guo's sleeve out of curiosity.
"Little bald donkey, who is Aning?"
Wugou clasped his hands together, lowered his head and recited "Amitabha" and then said softly:
"Donor Aning is the ex-wife of Donor Xiaolu. She was not a spiritual practitioner and died of natural causes hundreds of years ago."
"Oh~" Zhao Mumu nodded in sudden realization, then looked at Lin Xiaolu.
"If a person dies, we cannot disturb his reincarnation. This will destroy the six paths of reincarnation and break the balance of all things."
Zhao Mumu said these words in a businesslike manner, wanting to remind Lin Xiaolu not to act out of emotion.
Even the devil would not do such a thing to break the balance of the six paths of reincarnation.
If a person has been reincarnated, then she should have a new life of her own. Whether it is good or bad has nothing to do with her old friends in the previous life. This is her right.
The cause and effect has been severed, and the obsession has dispersed.
In the wing room, Lin Xiaolu was holding a wine gourd, lying on the broken armrest, half of his face buried in his arms, quietly looking at the girl dancing lightly on the stage below, listening to the other person's voice, his eyes were silent.
Shangguan Shiliu looked at him and said nothing, but Shangguan Hamigua was impatient after all and curled his lips uncontrollably.
"If you want to find Jiang Ning's reincarnation, just go there. There's no need to hold back. I'm not an unreasonable person."
Lin Xiaolu said nothing and continued to look at the stage on the first floor quietly.
In fact, for him now, if he really wanted to find Aning's reincarnation, he would have looked for it long ago. This is not a difficult task for him. He only needs to find someone to help him and use his spiritual consciousness to investigate the world one by one. However, at most it will take some time.
But I'm not the only one who has unforgettable people in the world. The boss didn't even look for senior Mu Xiaojun.
It can be said that all great powers are actually silently maintaining this balance.
But that is what he said, but today, due to fate, he happened to run into the reincarnation of An Ning. It was okay if he didn't run into it on weekdays, but when he did, he really couldn't hold himself back.
Maybe... this can be regarded as a kind of fate?
He was an audience member of An Ning. He didn't notice her at first, but he managed to land on the stage. He saw An Ning's face up close and recognized her, as if it was fate.
He didn't want to think about anything else. After so many years, he had long been relieved when he should have been relieved, but when they suddenly saw each other again, he really wanted to see her up close.
At this moment, seeing that Lin Xiaolu remained silent, Wujiu thought for a moment and then suddenly smiled and said:
"It is indeed a kind of fate that Xiaolu Donor can meet the reincarnation of Donor An Ning. In fact, he can meet Donor An Ning as a theater fan. As long as the cause and effect of the past life are not mentioned, it will not be considered as destroying Donor An Ning's new life."
Shangguan Shiliu also nodded in agreement.
"Lu Zaizi, when the show is over, you can go backstage to visit me. It's nothing. You can also enjoy the show for Aning."
Shangguan Hamigua folded her arms, raised her head, and pouted Lao Gao. She had not had much contact with Jiang Ning and had no feelings. Naturally, she would not be too happy at the moment, but she couldn't help but see Lin Xiaolu looking lost. I felt a little distressed, so I rolled my eyes and said gloomily:
"I have no objection either."
In the side room, Lin Xiaolu lay on his arms and looked at the woman in the audience. After a long time, he spoke angrily:
"Wugou, Huadie, do you two want to go together?"
Shangguan Shiliu was a little moved when she saw Lin Xiaolu asking her. She had a good relationship with Jiang Ning. After all, they were the only two girls in the small team back then, but Wujiu shook his head before her.
"This time I came to listen to the play. By fate, the little deer donor saw Jiang Ning at close range, and they formed a bond again. The little monk and the Shangguan donor did not have this blessing, so the little deer donor should go alone to see the little deer donor. We will wait for the little deer donor outside later. That’s good.”
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu let out a muffled "hmm", and then stopped making any sound at all.
After touching half a stick of incense and the opera was finished, Wu Gu took a few girls and left first. Shangguan Hamigua was a little unhappy, but Shangguan Pomegranate took the initiative to pull him away, leaving Lin Xiaolu alone who was drinking silently.
Soon, other theater fans in the audience dispersed one after another, and Lin Xiaolu stood up in a daze, called the waiter in the theater who was responsible for refilling tea and water, and expressed that he wanted to see the host of Xiangzilou to express his apology.
When the waiter saw Lin Xiaolu's sincere face and that he really should pay for the damaged wooden wall, he said nothing and led Lin Xiaolu to the back hall of the theater.
"You, the Taoist priest, caused quite a stir just now. Our class leader is kind-hearted and wanted to move to another theater. He would have asked someone to beat you out."
The chatty waiter led Lin Xiaolu up the long staircase and all the way to the backstage lobby. He smiled in front of a door curtain and said:
"The class leader and several other actors and actresses are removing their makeup inside. The Taoist priest can just go in."
"Thank you little brother."
Lin Xiaolu gave the waiter a silver ingot, and then asked with a sincere expression:
"Little brother, may I ask what your class leader is called?"
After collecting the money, the waiter smiled happily and didn't care, and said:
"The class leader's alias is Wan Nanqing, which was given by the master. As for the class leader's real name, I don't know."
Lin Xiaolu nodded, said thanks, then opened the door curtain and entered.
The back hall was quite large, and there were many actors and actresses laughing and removing their makeup in front of the bronze mirror. When Lin Xiaolu entered, someone immediately spotted him.
"Okay! How dare you, such a bull-nosed Taoist priest, come here!"
As soon as he entered the door, a red-faced martial artist who was taking off his makeup stood up and rolled up his white sleeves in front of him, revealing his strong arms.
"How dare you go backstage to make trouble? Where are you from as a Taoist priest? You don't understand the rules so much."
There are many martial arts students in Xiangzilou, and even many "Hua Mian", "Fu Jing", "Wen Chou", etc. have been around for several years. At this moment, seeing the troublemaker appear again, they all stood up.
"Don't misunderstand me, Pindao is here to apologize this time."
Lin Xiaolu, who did not intend to reveal his identity, solemnly apologized to the actors:
"I'm extremely sorry for breaking things in your courtyard just now, and destroying Leader Anhui's "Spring Boudoir Dream". I'm here to apologize to Leader Anhui."
Seeing Lin Xiaolu's sincere apology, the aggressive actors in the field softened their expressions a bit.
"Wouldn't it be great if you, a Taoist priest, just explained it like this? Really."
"I thought you came here specifically to cause trouble."
"If you make trouble later, don't blame us for beating you."
The actors would not be too offended when facing guests who could sit in the seats. After muttering a few words, a younger actor turned around and shouted: "Master, the Taoist priest who caused trouble just now comes to apologize to you." ”
Soon, a familiar voice came from a room behind the lobby.
"The visitor is a guest, Hui'er, please serve tea."
