Inside the grand theater
On stage, Yun Hezhi wore a long cyan robe with flowing sleeves, his face evenly made up, his hair styled elegantly, and the cyan feathers glistening.
Accompanied by the sanxian, Southern drum, and pipa, his voice was even more melodious, the tone rising and falling with grace, and his posture as he walked was both elegant and unique.
The little cousin from the Fan Family couldn't understand the lyrics, she just looked at the program where "Battle of Wan City" was written, and even the plot was introduced to her by the elderly lady.
Her gaze, apart from falling on Yun Hezhi, was mostly focused on the musicians playing at the side.
"Cousin, is that a cymbal?" She asked from afar, not seeing clearly.
"I don't know." Jiang Jinsang was not a theater enthusiast, he only recognized the erhu and morin khuur among the percussion instruments on stage. But noticing his cousin squinting and staring intently, he chuckled softly, "Interested?"
