She Is Not a Witch

The first performance went smoothly. The opera presented by Alina, Niya, and Lily was the adaptation of "Little Red Riding Hood" by Lorrain Hill and Vimiya.

Niya was wearing a small red cloak, carrying a basket of bread in her hands, and she was going to visit her grandmother.

Along the way, because she was greedy for the scenery on the roadside, she walked the flowers everywhere, but on the off-travel paths, she also met the wolf (Alena). Under the lure of the wolf, Little Red Riding Hood told her grandmother (Sulis)’s address.

So the wolf ran to grandma first, and when Little Red Riding Hood Niya came to grandma's house, grandma had been eaten by the wolf, and it was the wolf (Alena) who pretended to be grandma lying on the bed.

"Grandma, grandma, why are your ears so long?"

"Because I have to hear the voice of Little Red Riding Hood so that I can open the door for you."

"Grandma, grandma, why is your mouth so big?"

"Because I want to eat you!"

Wearing a wolf-shaped puppet costume, Alina rushed forward pretending to be fierce, crushing Little Red Riding Hood's cloak, and the petite Niya also fell down.

As a result, the evil wolf ate both of them, and decided to rest in the house because they were too full.

Soon after, a tailor (Lily) passed by and heard the violent snoring sound a little strange, so she walked in and found the sleeping wolf, so she cut the wolf's belly with scissors and rescued Little Red Riding Hood and grandmother.

Finally the three killed the wolf, and the tailor made a warm cloak from the wolf skin and gave it to Little Red Riding Hood to replace the broken red cloak.

The story ends here.

On the whole, the story is not complicated, lively and interesting, and many customers have been applauded, especially some of the lovely girls, who doesn't like it.

Opera is not as complicated as possible. Simple and interesting is the core of its spread.

The performance is over, behind the scenes dressing room.

"I didn't expect it to be interesting." Alina took off her heavy coat and said.

"That's because the script is simple and interesting, not because your acting is superb." Letis routinely lifted the bar.

"Lily, Niya is good." Bumansha walked into the room and gave a thumbs up.

"Hehe." Two dimples appeared on Lily's face, and Niya nodded shyly.

"This is the end of the first game." After taking off the costume, Alina lay on the sofa, waving her hands happily.

"Pay attention to other people's feelings." Letis patted Alina, her eyes motioned, Sulis was also in the dressing room.

Su Lisi looked at the mirror and took off the decorations from her hair, then smiled and replied: "Haha, it's nothing, it's okay for the ladies to not be boring."

"In fact, some people have a prejudice against performing opera, and they always feel that this is a job that can't make it to the stage."

Alina jumped up, stood behind Sulis, and helped her manage her hair. "No, I think it's funny."

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Another room next to the hall.

"Your group's performance is really unexpected." The earl butler and Terry sat opposite each other and praised the performance just now.

"Thank you, thank you." Triton maintained a smiling face.

After the two talked for a while, the housekeeper asked again: "What kind of performance will be the next time? The time is set in a few days. We can make arrangements here."

"This can be set for the night three days later, with props and scenery..." Terry recalled the girl's explanation, slowly repeating it.

"Well, um, the problem is not big, it can basically be solved." After listening to the demand, the housekeeper nodded, and then became interested in the opera troupe, constantly discussing its origin and past.

This made Triton, who was a monk, highly nervous, his brain was running fast, compiling experiences based on his past experience.

Finally, the butler nodded in satisfaction before letting him go. When he left, Triton broke into a cold sweat behind his back.

When will such a day come to an end?

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At dusk three days later, the top of the ship.

The broad top is divided into three symmetrical large blocks, the rear one is in the middle, there is a vine shelf at the tail, and a swing is placed under it.

Lorrain Hill was sitting on the swing, the white skirt fluttered with the wind, and then fell again.

Her gaze looked at the sun setting in the distance, and the hair around her ears reflected light golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

There is no one else in this corner, it is a place specially selected by the girl. Recently, she has fallen in love with watching the sunset, especially when such a person is in a daze in the breeze.

The sunset is a very beautiful scenery. The sunset glow is shining on the horizon. The temperature at this time is also just right. It is neither cold nor hot. The sea breeze is blowing on the body, giving a comfortable feeling.

Speaking of it, the setting sun always reminds her of her childhood, because after elementary school is over, the spacious playground will be reflected in the light of the setting sun.

The mother will come to take her home at this time, and then she will tell her what happened at school today. This is also the happiest moment of her childhood.

It stands to reason that the sun will go down every day, but in fact she has never seen this scene again for a long time.

After middle school, the increasingly heavier courses are usually after school at 10 o'clock in the evening. After college, I am addicted to the Internet and do not want to go out. After work, I am surrounded by steel forests. Where can I see the sunset.

When she was a child, she had many dreams and dreams of becoming a great person in the future, but the reality always seemed to be full of ups and downs and mistakes, which made her sway again and again.

Loss and disappointment are always intertwined, and my heart is becoming increasingly anxious, and sometimes insomnia.

It's always unsatisfactory.

She felt the touch of the breeze passing through her calf, and her vision seemed to show the past fragments of time.

Sitting on the bus at night, the interior of the car was dim, the light of neon lights spilled into the car, and the faces slid down in sparse spots.

I can always hear all kinds of sounds in my ears, urging her to be like this, that way. Otherwise you will fall behind, you will fall behind, you will be looked down upon and so on.

Those voices seem to list a perfect life trajectory, as long as you don't follow it, life will explode and collapse. It makes people uneasy and anxious.

Is there really something perfect in this world? she does not know.

It’s like she doesn’t know all the contradictory truths, who is right and who is wrong, just like she doesn’t know the chattering news, whether it’s true or not, just like she doesn’t know the various explanations of those complicated descriptions, which is the correct answer .

Countless information and opinions flooded every corner, like cutting a scroll into paper scraps and mixing them together.

Until one day, she suddenly woke up.

"Is it Miss Lorraine?" A voice sounded from behind.

It took Terry a while to find the place after asking others about Lorrain Hill's location. He slowly approached, then stood still, looking at the girl in the white dress in the sunset.

The golden afterglow dyed the skirt with a layer of pale gold, and the girl's hair fluttered gently in the wind. Even if only the back was visible, the figure of the girl still made Terry feel a special beauty.

Although she is in the world, she is free from interference and pollution.

"Yes." The girl's voice came from the front.

"About tonight's performance..." Triton asked first and got a definite answer before slowly letting go. It seemed that as long as the girl agreed, she didn't have to worry anymore.

At this time, he felt that he was a bit rude to disturb the lonely girl, so he prepared to leave.

"Then don't bother Miss Lorraine." After turning around and walking a few steps, he seemed to have some thoughts, and his steps stopped again.

Just when he was hesitating whether to turn around and continue to ask the girl, Lorrainhill's soft voice came.

"Anything else?"

Hearing this question that seemed like a natural phenomenon, Triton turned his body around and then returned to the vine frame. He looked at the girl looking at the sea and the sunset and asked.

"I have encountered a lot recently..." He paused, and decided to speak out anyway.

"Perhaps I was too naive in the past, and the development of many things was different from what I expected."

Terry sat on the stool beside him, slowly telling the story of the past few days. After the initial freshness passed, he found that the life of the master was not the same as he thought.

If you tell a lie, you have to spread countless panic. The more you say, the more you are afraid of revealing yourself. When talking with other guests, always pay attention to prevent others from revealing or despising yourself.

I want to meet other beautiful girls of the same age, but I am also afraid of being seen through myself by the other person, and even if the other person does not see through myself, they only like the masks they make up.

The more you want to be the ideal kind of person, the more you feel a kind of anxiety and anxiety.

"Perhaps I am not born that way."

"What is the ideal self?" The girl was gently swinging on the swing, her voice heard in the breeze.

"It must be self-confidence, strong, everything can solve all kinds of problems..." Terry said with many conditions, which is also the vague impression rooted in his heart.

But while talking, he slowly stopped. It doesn't seem that humans can do it.

"Do you want to be a god?" The swing under the girl slowly stopped.

"Uh, no... there is no such extravagant hope." Triton seemed to understand something.

"I have had many ideas, just like many children, I have had beautiful dreams like fairy tales." Lorrain Hill's voice was full of memories.

"But I can't work hard like a machine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and I don't even have strong will and perseverance, and sometimes I secretly escape."

"I hate and despise myself like this, and even feel uneasy and anxious."

"It wasn't until one day that I realized that I was lying to myself. I didn't actually have that big ambition to pursue those glamorous things. In fact, as long as there is a small piece of it, I will be satisfied, like a hamster, and feel at ease. Lying in your own den to hibernate."

"I don't necessarily want all the things that everyone is chasing. It's just the inertia imposed by the environment that makes me think I need it too."

"In fact, what I long for is more of a kind of stability and peace. Sitting in front of my house every day, watching the sunset slowly sinking leisurely, maybe this is the happiest life in my heart."

"Since then, I vowed not to lie to myself anymore. I must live honestly, accept my shortcomings and imperfections, listen to my inner voice, and live the life I really like."

"There are tens of thousands of happy things, and there is only one unfortunate thing, and that is that I am doing things that go against my heart."