Accompanied by the miserable cries of the man in the dream, Jiang Chenyu felt as if his limbs were tied with heavy stones and slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.
Unexpectedly, scenes that I had never seen before appeared before my eyes. These scenes were just like those from an old-fashioned projector from an earlier era. The images in the beam of light projected from the lens jumped frame by frame, involving the men and women in the screen, distorting their faces and bodies beyond recognition.
'The person has not returned, where can I find him?'
The shaking picture calmed down amid the sound of the woman's opera, and the blurred outline of the woman became clear - a woman in green clothes with heavy theatrical makeup on her face and green pleats on her body was standing on the stage singing, with one hand across her chest and belly and the other hand hanging at her side. She would occasionally gently lift up her sleeves, and when she walked or sat, her posture was always slow and unhurried.
There was a gentle girl sitting under the stage. She stared at the Qingyi actress on the stage intently and smiled at her from time to time.
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