flamboyant

Kapitel 209

Let you fly freely

Pursue with confidence

Love is a long journey.

Dreams can be joyful or painful.

The joys and sorrows of life

I can mend and repair.

Carrying all the hardships of yesterday

Exchange some happiness and joy for tomorrow.

Is loving you enough? Am I good enough to you?

You can ask them not to be indifferent.

I don't want you to see my wounds.

It was through thick and thin that we persevered without complaint or regret.

Does it have enough dreams? Is it good enough?

"You can strive to never give up." -- Emil Chau, "Undeterred by Wind and Rain"

Nuya, so kind, her temperament is perfect for this song, so gentle and pitiful.

The transvestite initially seemed distracted, pinched himself, and then transformed from a serious man into a shrewd businessman.

I clapped my hands, and the second program began.

The second program was a play – "Jing Ke Assassinating the King of Qin", starring Xiao Cao's fiancé, which had a touch of tragedy amidst its arrogance.

He portrayed Jing Ke's loyalty and courage, and his tender heart, showing his willingness to sacrifice his life for his country and betray his friends.

I just want transvestites to learn this spirit from others.

The ladyboys looked at the stage with expressions ranging from frowning to smiling, or with anticipation.

Qianqing, Chouqian, and Zimo all watched, sighing as they looked at Xiaocao's fiancé. (End of play)

Chou Qian suddenly said, "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."

I was so scared I almost fell off the bench. I wiped the cold sweat from my brow—this person was terrifying.

Hoping for some reaction from the transvestite, he instead said, "The spirit is commendable, but the ability is lacking. The ending is tragic, the monarch is incompetent."

MD, I'll tolerate you. I'll clap my hands. The third program is Uncle Zhao's "Selling Crutches".

After the trafficking was completed, the transgender person almost couldn't fall asleep.

It's infuriating; it's an insult to my ideas.

I slipped backstage, my long black hair cascading down, adorned in soft attire, my features delicately painted, a misty rain falling gently around me. A low-cut cheongsam combined with loose-fitting Hanfu robes, entwined around my neck, I appeared ethereal and otherworldly.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was actually quite ladylike when I didn't speak. I patted my cheeks and resolutely remained silent, pretending to be a lady for five minutes.

Holding a guzheng, stepping onto the red carpet, and strutting like a cat to the music.

As soon as I appeared, the ladyboy rudely spat out his tea all over the floor, pointed at me, and shouted with his eyes wide open, "Him! -- She -- He -- She!"

He stared at me for a while, but when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he stopped staring at me and just looked at me.

I suppressed my anger, sat cross-legged, placed the guzheng on my lap, and began to stroke it with my fingers—something was wrong. I glanced at the audience.

Chouqian looked at me, Zimo looked at me, Qianqing looked at me, and the transvestite looked at me.

I look at everyone, and everyone looks at me.

She smiled sheepishly, "Maybe next time, the violin is broken." She picked up the violin and quickly ran backstage. When no one was watching, she stretched out her fingers: Ouch! It hurts so much. I haven't played in ages and I've forgotten everything. How embarrassing.

She took off her clothes, changed into a tight-fitting men's suit, and beckoned to Zi Qing, the top courtesan of Fu Nuan Ge: "Change your clothes, let's go for the rumba." The zither is not for humans to play.

"Yes, young master."

Zi Qing is a bewitching beauty who has become the top courtesan in the capital, and her methods are undoubtedly extraordinary.

She wore a short skirt, backless, and cropped shoulders; I wore a short-sleeved vest.

At my suggestion, the music was changed to a modern, energetic dance routine – Enchantment.

The light from the luminous pearl shone on the stage, creating a mesmerizing and captivating atmosphere.

I made my entrance with Zi Qing, and she laughed—a thoroughly vixen's laugh.

I laugh—an arrogant laugh, the lights flash, the music plays.

I embraced the fiery passion of Zi Qing at the start, for temptation is innocent.

That's more like Lao Tzu's style; he looked like a fool just now.

Ziqing's body language was provocative, and I happily went along with it. The dance required strength in a man's waist, and it wasn't easy for me to hold her.

Before the song was finished, Zi Mo suddenly crushed the cup in his hand and appeared in front of me a moment later.

I was so scared that I quickly let go of Ziqing. Ziqing was caught off guard and got out of the car. Oh no! Don't make me pay for medical expenses!