"Okay, let's go here and take a rest first." Grace clapped her palm.
The actors on the stage imdiately relaxed, and so even sat on the spot. Every muscle in their body was protesting, and even their fingers lost the strength.
Fu Qing dragged her heavy legs to the chair beside her, and took the handkerchief handed by her assistant to wipe the sweat on her forehead.
Every ti I take a breath, there seems to be a fla burning in my lungs. Even if there is cooling magic on the stage, it seems to have lost its effect during the practice.
Fuqing put down her handkerchief and picked up the water glass, and took a light sip to moisten her dry lips.
Do not drink a lot of water after strenuous exercise. This is a rule that every troupe mber must morize.
Sweat fell into his eyes, causing bursts of sour feeling.
Fu Qing didn't bother to pay attention to it either, and leaned back on the back of the chair, feeling the cool air taking away the heat from her body.
She turned her head and looked at Grace.
Since the accidental death of the head of the group Donald so ti ago, the forr Rose Flower, the wife of the head of the group, has taken over the responsibility of the head of the group and worked hard to maintain the operation of the Rose Opera Troupe.
Under her busy schedule, the opera troupe did not experience major fluctuations.
If she was envious in the past, now Fuqing has a little more admiration for Grace in her heart.
She thought she couldn't do it at all.
"Huh, I'm so tired, I don't want to move at all."
"Alas, the fa of the movie is getting bigger and bigger now, and I don't know how long the glory of the opera will last."
"Don't think too much, just do your own work."
"…"
In the ears are the conversations of the troupe mbers.
Grace closed her eyes.
They're right, in the City of Steel now, movies are far more famous than operas.
It is no exaggeration to say that most of the reasons they ca to the opera house were for movies.
If it weren't for the fact that there was only one at present, the Rose Opera Troupe might have been completely defeated.
Grace breathed a sigh of relief, opened her eyes again, her confused expression subsided, and her eyes beca firm again.
If it was just that difficult, it would be impossible to knock her down.
Besides, she never thought of sticking to it all the ti.
The trend of the tis is unstoppable, and Grace will not be naive enough to stop it by herself.
As the closest person to the movie, she will be the first to seize the opportunity to take off.
After a few more simple words, Grace turned around and left the opera hall, and went back to the living room through the long corridor.
Everything is exactly the sa as the beginning, nothing has changed.
Grace sat beside the bed, looking at familiar things, the expression on her face could not tell whether she was sad or nostalgic.
"People always have to look forward."
After a long ti, she whispered.
I don't know if it's for myself or for soone who has long since passed away.
Grace closed her eyes, and the familiar figure seed to appear beside her again, telling her her expectations for the developnt of the opera troupe.
Light tore through the darkness, shattered fantasy, and returned to reality again.
"The past is gone, and the light leads the way."
Grace spoke a line from an opera, her voice was pleasant and tactful, and ti seed to stand still, leaving no trace.
She stood up, ready to tidy up the room.
Grace is well aware that her husband Donald is hiding so secrets.
She is not stupid, and being able to beco an opera troupe's rose is a necessary condition. In the long-term married life, Donald will inevitably reveal so strange places.
I don't know who to send the letter to, the almost loyal obedience of the troupe mbers, the secret outing in the middle of the night...
It's just that Grace never cared about that.
Whether it was a wife's duty or indifference, she easily forgave Donald's concealnt, as if she had concealed it herself.
A teacup on the table, a pen with worn-out paint, and an unknown tal badge.
Grace rembered that the pen was her birthday present to Donald, and the years left an eternal mark on it, just like her mory.
mory stuff is weird.
Sotis it is like the clouds in the sky, and it is dissipated by the wind, and sotis it is like the sand on the beach, which accumulates over ti, and it is pearls when you flip it over.
Grace sighed.
Although so many days have passed, the familiar figure still appears in her heart from ti to ti.
Is it love?
Or just a habit?
She didn't know the answer, and the answer itself was aningless.
The deceased will not care about this, just like the funeral of the deceased, which was originally held for the living.
Every item carries her mories, making those mories that have long been subrged by the sea roll out again, holding her heart and lungs tightly, making it difficult to breathe.
Grace opened the drawer and put the pen in, it might be best not to see it.
Her eyes fell on the tal badge on the table again.
On weekdays, Donald would always hold it in his hand and just watch it quietly, not showing much expression on his face.
Grace took the badge in her hand, only to find that it was not made of tal, but a crystal that was very similar to tal.
It's mysterious and beautiful.
It seems that there are clouds and mists flowing inside, and it seems to contain a galaxy of stars.
"Ma'am, ma'am..."
Fu Qing's voice seed to co from far away, bringing Grace's consciousness back to reality.
The current Rose Flower of the Rose Opera Troupe is standing beside her with a concerned look on her face.
"What's wrong with ?" Grace covered her forehead, frowning slightly, and her consciousness still had an unreal feeling.
As if he had just woken up from his sleep, his mind still remained on the other side of the phantom.
"You fell asleep just now." Fu Qing said seriously.
"Really..." Grace was a little dazed, her palm was empty, the badge was still in her palm, and it seed to exude a faint warmth.
"Madam, don't be too sad, if the head of the regint is still there, I definitely don't want to see you like this." Fu Qing said with a murmuring.
The atmosphere fell into silence, and Fuqing waited nervously, until she heard Grace sigh, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are you looking for from ? Are you in a hurry?" Grace picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.
When it ca to this topic, Fu Qing suddenly beca excited: "Lord King Gulas of the Council of Elders and the others have co over and said they want to show a new movie!"
"So that's the case, I went first." Grace nodded lightly.
Fuqing watched her figure disappear from sight, and couldn't help frowning. For so reason, Grace gave her a very strange feeling.
It's just like…
Her figure overlapped with that of the head of the regint!
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