The Last Opera

I'm confused.

Cast:KrisLay ft. SuHo

(Kris x Lay x Suho)

Author:MAMACHiPPeR

Twitter:@mamalikeamama

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                                                                      (//me

Why are you so confused?//)

Let's talk a little first.

Everyone, Mama has arrived. After disappearing to the Atlantic (thuh), that's it. Today I'm opening a new story (again?) It's a story that Ranma dares to say. You will be very confused with the characters. Because I'm still confused. Haha. This matter is a period. The language that Ranma uses may not be elegant.

Because this is my first period, I apologize here.

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LastOpera

Winter 1946

Changsha at this time was completely white with snow. The weather outside was too cold to wear casual clothes outside, so people decorated themselves in colorful robes. But that was not the case in this red wooden house. Definitely true….Ban Sakul Jang

...It is said that if anyone watches even just one syllable of the Zhang family's Chinese opera, it will be considered meritorious to hear the music of Lady Heavenly Rebirth...

“Mommy, will we be able to listen to songs from P'Angel now?” came the voice of a boy around his age. 5-6 years old asked the mother In her hand she held a cardboard leaf. It was a Chinese opera ticket that the Zhang family had gotten with almost bloodshed difficulties.

“Yes, now P'Angel will finish singing for me. How about we get some peach and banana snacks for Nang Nang?”

“Ha!!!” The mother laughed at her son's cuteness. This atmosphere was in the eyes of a handsome, god-like young man in a Western aristocratic suit standing and looking at the scene with a smile, his hands holding tickets and steamed buns with various fillings. A dignified figure immediately walked towards the mother and son.

“Nihao, ma'am,” the tall man greeted in a friendly manner. Madam was slightly startled before revealing a sweet smile.

“Ah! 'Master Wu', Ni Hao, didn't come lurking, didn't make a sound at all.”

“I'm sorry, sir,” said Mr. Wu. Or Wu Yifan The commander-in-chief, the revered leader of Changsha, was bowing to a middle-aged woman and a small boy.

“Don't worry, Young Master, I'm just teasing. Ah! This is my son. His name is 'Dou Jingqiu'.” The young man nodded before staring at the little boy with wide eyes. Smooth, beautiful skin with a unique heart-shaped mouth. He couldn't help but put his hand on the soft hair. The boy smiled wide, cute and adorable.

“Very cute. I have a grandson. His age should be about the same as Qiu'er's. But maybe less than a year, the name is 'Wu Shichun'. When I have time, I'll introduce you to him."

“It is truly an honor for me and Jingqiu.” She bowed her head in salutation.

“A little, sir.”

“Ah! So, is this Mr. Chai going anywhere? Shall we go see the Ban Sakul Jang opera?"

“Ban opera of the Zhang family? How is it?” The handsome young man furrowed his brows in confusion. He actually had a ticket, but it was a free ticket from a co-worker.

“Ah, sir, it is said by word of mouth that the songs of any opera group are not as beautiful as those from the Zhang family, the dance moves of any family cannot compete with those of the Zhang family, and no woman from any level of heaven can compare with the beauty of the Zhang family, he said. She was even more beautiful than the dancers of heaven…” The young man listened to this and fell into a trance. Even though I haven't listened yet. You can imagine going far.

...Maybe he found a peach blossom in the city...

Behind a beautiful wooden house bustling with people, someone was putting colors on their sweet faces. Just adding a touch of full red to your lips is all you need to do. 'Miss Surname Zhang' stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. before being transported to a dressing room to prepare for a Chinese opera performance that many in Changsha wished they had only seen a glimpse of

...Oh my beautiful beauty...just a sliver of the moon shines...her beauty has been spoken of far away in secret cities...

Young Master Wu Yifan immediately understood. This Chinese opera is not only famous in Changsha but is also known as far away as other cities. In the past, he had seen couples who spoke some Mandarin and this family who spoke some Cantonese. How good was it that he didn't return the ticket to his friend first or he would definitely miss out on something good?

“I heard that today there will be a show called 'Er Yue Hong's Love in Prison'.” Wu Yifan furrowed his brows in confusion, immediately admitting that he was not familiar with this story at all. Wu Yifan had just returned from England a few months ago before bringing the knowledge he had gained from abroad to develop the city. And his opera isn't something I get to see often.

“It looks like you don't know, sir. Please allow me to tell you a brief story. This song can be considered the Zhang Clan's official song. It is played every five years when the moon turns blood red according to the Zhang Clan's calendar. It is a reference to Lord Er, who was the leader of the Er Clan at the time of the Nine Clans. During the reign of the city, he was made a scapegoat and put in prison. During that time, he wrote a song to Fo Ye, the leader of the Zhang family.”

“I heard that the Zhang family name is a military family name.”

“Yes, but 25 years later, the daughter of the Er surname married the Zhang son, who were Zhang Yixing's parents. Take on the responsibility of passing on the opera to the next generation." Zhang Yiqing's owner, Zhang Yixing, was clearly admired in his eyes. The young man with a distant future was not very interested. Thinking about it, it's a good thing.

At least I could rest my mind and be happy. After months of being dizzy with politics and government work A tall figure leaned against the backrest happily. His eyes were still fixed on the stage that was still covered with red velvet curtains.

After a moment, the curtains opened. along with the melodious, slow rhythm of the music that conveys sorrow and a delicate figure in a beautiful, colorful outfit that is eye-catching and pleasing to the eye Her face was decorated with vermilion (red) and pink, looking beautiful and feminine. A fragile little body Acharn is amazing. Eyes as dark as the night sky with the stars shining brightly.

Just two eyes meeting involuntarily. The tall young man's heart almost trembled. Only the figure stood still and was so quiet that no one noticed.

Amidst the darkness that surrounds us There is no moonlight or starlight shining. There is only hopelessness and loneliness. A frail figure with only a white robe that was stained with dust and blood. Her beautiful face was covered in blood stains that were now completely dry. and bruises from physical and mental abuse.

It is very difficult for everything to return to the way it was before. My eyes are all blurry. Consciousness began to deteriorate. The last thing that still comes to mind in my memory is....the body odor of my lover. A warm touch And the taste of the kiss that still lingers on your lips Even though it's been many years, I'll never forget it.

"Ask for glory...from the sky..and...Uk...the earth. Please..protect you..the man in Jianghu...gulp...keep..keep you safe...ah...if in this life...face is real..please allow me.... .Serve you..forever...forever..ah...ah...." A soft and sweet voice spoke out before her body became still. Along with the atmosphere within this night and his own breath...

“Sir..” The young man was startled before his eyes met someone's glittering eyes. Who is that person in the opera's main cast? Who has a face as sweet as a woman's? Who is that person with an attractive figure? Who has sparkling black eyes? Who was that person that Wu Yifan had been searching for in his dreams and reality?

“Sorry, I didn't mean to...fall asleep. I..just enjoyed the sound of your voice..that's all." The young man smiled widely at the slim figure. He casually scratched his head with his hand. The owner of the sweet voice let out a laugh as it was a formality. It made the young man almost hot in his heart.

"Yes sir, I just came to tell you that the show has ended."

“Just a moment…” His thick eyebrows inevitably furrowed together. His eyes were filled with many suspicious marks.

"Sir, is there a problem?"

"Are you...a man??"

....The seasons have moved on.....You are still with me.....Sir, the seasons have come.....You are probably far from me.....

“My name is Wu Yifan. I've only been here a little over a month as a government official." His glowing eyes stared at the tall figure's insignia with admiration. A sweet smile appeared amidst the rain that continued to fall.

“My name is Zhang Yixing. I just inherited the family's opera house for about....16 years now." The family's opera heir could hardly hold back his laughter. The elegant figure's face was stunned. is lovely Adorable in the eyes of some

"16 years ago, I was only 10 years old. Now I'm 26 years old."

"At that time, I was 18 years old. This year, I am about..."

“34!!!” Wu Yifan's face was in shock again. before being softened by our laughter Compete with the rain that is like the sound of people crying. Before being erased by the chatter of the two figures, the Zhang family was no longer lonely.

.....I have composed many operas.....they probably cannot replace my single words....the words of love that you have never heard.....from me. It's me....

Love... was something that Wu Yifan had never paid much attention to. Since childhood he had a gun. martial arts And the smell of mother's cooking porridge is love. As he grew up, he had power, money, honor, and a handsome face as a gift to his heart and he got it. But right now, he was feeling annoyed in his heart.

Just looking at Zhang Yiqing's face as he recounted his life and the life of another person whose identity he never knew....a person named...

Jin Junmian

“Young Master Jinjunmian. He was the only child of a famous artist of Changsha. He is very skilled at composing songs. Mother is the owner of an orphanage home. You are a woman with a kind heart. Khun Chai Jin therefore received the skill of being an artist. and a good heart And that made me...love him with all my heart."

“Master Jin, does he know?”

“Yes, and Young Master Jin has accepted my heart willingly. At that time I was never afraid of gossip. An example is....

"The guy who dances, eats, dances, eats." There will never be a day of growth!!!"

“Thinking of using Young Master Jingohua's position to become Hu Yin. So disgusting!!!"

"Daughters and sons from other homes who are very ready with looks. There are many statuses. Why is Master Jin so low-eyed that he likes people like that!!!"

....but every time Khun Chai Jin always says back....

“All of you are just traders. Find breakfast and dinner as well. If there are still bad words like this I think you guys will never grow up either!!!”

“And the fact that you guys thought of using my lover as a source of fun to criticize and gossip about? It's just as disgusting!!!"

"Don't worry too much about me. I'm tired!!!"

....Probably something like this." His sweet face lowered his head. Thinking of the moments that cannot disappear with time The rain still doesn't stop falling easily. Just like the feelings of two people that arise without realizing it. Even though I know it won't be easy....but it's not that hard to feel.

“Sir, you probably listened to my story until you were entertained. I noticed that the young master drank all the tea from the pot.” Sharp eyes looked at the sweet face. before secretly seeing the missing tea All that was left was an empty teacup with a little tea left in it. Once again, the young man scratched his head carelessly.

“It probably won't be all just tea. They also ran out of Sao Ping snacks. I'm sorry. I have no manners in your house.” The woman's face slowly shook her head. Once again, the strong young man lost to this person's sweet smile.

"nevermind The gentleman is my guest. As host, I must take care of welcoming you so that nothing will irritate your young master's heart.” And once again, the young man was defeated by this person's kind heart.

At a certain time in the morning The bodies of two young men sat leaning against a large tree at the peak of Yulu Mountain. Zhang Yixing's face leaned against Jin Junmian's broad shoulder. The owner of the broad shoulders never complained. Sit and look at the picture in front of you that is only the nature of the Lam Nao Phrai forest. The voices of birds and small animals harmonize like the sound of an opera singing.

A cool breeze blew past, refreshing the two of them. Soft sunlight shone on the ground. What a beautiful picture, like a painting created by a master artist.

“My dear Qing,” a soft, deep voice softly called out to the lover beside him. The owner of the name only responded softly.

“How long has it been since the two of us fell in love so willingly?” Jin Junmian said before his lips gently kissed the thin body's soft black hair.

"If you say it's been a long time You probably have to count past lives as well.” The two figures laughed a little at Zhang Yixing's clever answer.

"And how long has it been since I fell in love with you willingly?" he said again, turning to face his thinking lover.

"How long or not? I probably won't be able to answer Mr. But the gentleman once said to me, How long or not is not as important as whether the love you give will be long or not long."

"I remember that time I said the second time we went to…"

“Orange Island!” Yixing said with a smile. Jin Junmian only gave a small smile. For the young man to not remember was not unusual for Jin Junmian.

"I'm sorry I don't remember, I..."

"It's okay. I understand. During this time, the young man has a lot of work to do. I can accept it.” Jin Junmian's smile lit up. Staring at the person next to him who was looking up at him.

"Why? Are you upset with me?"

"It's not appropriate. I just...umm...." before Yixing could finish speaking. The full red lips were stopped by the other party's pale lips. A hot tongue comes in to play and say hello. Before some figure opened it to greet him with affection. A hot tongue that flicks back and forth It was no different from the thick figure's hand that started to run down the thin figure's body. If it were stopped by that thin hand

"People taking advantage!!!" The face of the person who had just recovered from the trance of the kiss had clear red streaks on both cheeks. Jin Junmian laughed before a pale white hand reached out and caressed her pretty cheek. His thumb only briefly caressed the red cheek. before bringing his hand down to place it on Yixing's hand

Holding the hand of the heart he loves most Zhang Yixing suddenly felt uneasy.

“Lord Qing, I would like to ask this one last question..” Yi Qing only took a slow breath. Just nod lightly.

"If you don't have me by your side Will you still keep me deep in your heart?” This wind had already taken away half of Zhang Yixing's heart. Sweet eyes stared at the face of his lover, whose entire face was now pale white. Lips are dry and devoid of moisture.

His body was cold. I don't know if it was because of his thin little hands. Or is it because the body's body is transparent?

"Sir...are you going to leave me like that...or?" His sweet voice trembled. It's different from the little heart that is close to stopping every time. Jin Junmian slowly shook his head. With a small, warm smile which Zhang Yixing favors...but not this time A cold, pale hand ran down a rosy cheek.

Just to wipe away the clear water flowing from his eyes.....Zhang Yixing was not suitable for tears at all. In contrast, Zhang Yixing's sun-like smile It was what Jin Junmian wanted to see clearly before he died. But his eyes were so blurry.....

"If that's the case, why.."

“Please answer me first, Ya Yi. Just what you said, even if it was just the sound of your breathing I will listen.”

"I.. probably don't love anyone... as much as Khun Chai.... Uk... Khun Chai... don't leave me... Huh." All of this strength is gone. The sound of sobbing echoed throughout the area. It caused so much pain and anguish to the thin body.

“Oh my God, please don't be sad. I'm right here. In your heart...Ugh..Ahh" His hoarse voice slowly became softer. It's no different from the breath of a young man. Some people hug their loved ones tightly. Praying that his tears would have special powers to help his lover wake up, just like in Western literature.

"I love you so much....Jao Qing" Just a gentle breeze blew and then left. Why did he completely take away the life of her lover? Leaving someone alone can only be filled with nature. and the corpse of a lover

Farewell love.....Jao Qing's love.....the love that is called Jin Junmian.

The rain has passed....

Only scattered raindrops remain. It doesn't make you wet, but it is moisturized and refreshed. A young man in formal clothes and a little figure in the garb of the Queen of Heaven stopped under a red cherry tree. Symbol of this theater Two figures just stood staring at each other. There is no need to say anything.

I knew the force of my heart's beating clearly. Just a moment passed. I don't know if it's because of the fragrance of the flowers. Or the smell of her body His handsome face slowly moved closer to his sweet face. No matter how much you want to avoid it In the end, I must give up on the moon, the stars, the sky, and the wind that is watching me.

Rose petals are moist, red, juicy, and beautiful.

My heart trembled, I cried out.

Kissing my younger brother deeply, body close.

My heart is dedicated to my younger brother. such as younger brother giving to older brother

Your tongue is hot, attack first, come and go.

The older brother fainted and trembled.

Red streaks at Prang Samon, my heart wants to continue.

The night of the stars forever Two artificially hot

Nong Ning, older brother is so tempted to have her in his dreams.

The moon shines on bright, glowing skin.

Just add a red streak on Mrs. Ploen's body.

The murky stream flows and washes away. I taste it.

My sister moans loudly. It's so gentle, I can't bear it.

N'Phi responded with warm support.

The night has passed, I love you.

My younger brother sent me home. The brothers moaned.

"Sir..." His sweet voice trembled slightly. After breaking away from the kiss shortly Hands are beautiful just by the touch of your lips.

"Uh..I'm sorry. I made a mistake. If you want responsibility, I'm pleased, I..." Before he could finish speaking, his little hand touched his dry lips. He smelled the scent of flowers from her hand. Until I want to inhale Snuggled by your side

"Never mind. That's all I'm sending off for you, sir. I'll bid farewell." The little figure bowed respectfully. No sooner had I walked back than I had to stop. When he saw the strong young man's eyes soften, Clear water fills sharp eyes. Just that, some of my body wanted to hug me and not let me go. But between him and Mr. Chai, things are very different.

“I don't know if it was just carelessness. Or my heart cries..."

“..Is it possible for me to enter your heart? Are you in pain and sorrow because of Jin Junmian? I am Wu Yifan and would like to enter and heal your heart. Can I take care of you...Qing'er?" The thick figure raised his thin hand and kissed it. There is no more invasion of the body than this. Yixing only gave a sweet smile.

Why is this body gradually Far from him...every time.

"I like you, sir. But now...I still miss Young Master Jinjunmian. He still completely dominates my heart.”

"..." Wu Yifan only nodded slightly. He knew very well that this little person would never let him into his heart that was hurting.

"If you really love me Sir, can you wait for me? In the next 5 years, when the day comes that the blood moon will shine. On that day, I will be the one to answer to you.”

Lady Sawan said just that.

Suddenly, mist appeared.

Cover the body, cover the body, cover the body

Mrs. Sopha then walked away and disappeared.

Abandoned man, lonely, lonely

Alas, as he said it, tears flowed.

Set your mind firmly on the moon, stars, and sky.

Just give your heart with love to her.

“Then we must meet. I will wait for you to be ready...Qing'er.”

“I hope so too... Young Master Yifan.”