Chapter 1955: The essence of the play (4)

Ye Yunxi didn't know what Lin Shuangye thought, and she didn't bother what Lin Shuangye thought.
Whatever she thinks, she didn't come here to win prizes or to be the president of the student council, so she was really not afraid!
Dear, what do you have, you can come here, Idonnotcare!
When the host finished the report, the whole stage fell into darkness instantly.
Only a few booths in the distance were brightly lit.
Sleeping Beauty, a foreign fairy tale, tells the story of a witch cursing a princess to be stabbed to death by a spindle, while the kind fairies changed the curse to a deep sleep, and finally awakened by the prince kissed, and lived happily.
But the script that Su Shasha and the others performed is completely different from the original script. They are performing a dark version of Sleeping Beauty!
A light was lit on the stage, illuminating a small European medieval town.
The foggy town is dim and dirty.
Beggars and refugees huddled in the corner, and the nobles who came and went arrogantly stood high.
There is no kindness here.
The narration fell silent, a room door opened and a young man was pushed out.
"Get out! Poor ghost, want to take my daughter without money?"
The man slumped away.
"Poor ghost, just a small amount of money on him? Looking for death!"
In the corner, the looters beat and kicked the looted people, annoyed by the lack of money.
"Beautiful lady, look, how good this necklace matches you!"
As for the rich, people are eagerly sought after, and they want to post it all over.
This is society.
The black-robed witch held her magic wand and walked out quietly.
Her appearance made everyone's eyes look over subconsciously.
Amidst the dilapidation, only this blackness is particularly attractive.
This is an arrogant and beautiful witch.
The deep V-neck tight-fitting long skirt outlines a slender and perfect figure, and the long tail blends into the darkness of the background, as if she is the embodiment of darkness.
The thick black feather collar on his shoulders drew a fair and beautiful face, with red lips like blood and cold black eyes.
She wears a hat that resembles a devil's horn, and her jet-black long hair falls like a waterfall, across her fair skin, black and white, which makes it obvious that she cannot look away.
At that moment, everyone subconsciously stared at Ye Yunxi, tightly, as if even the soul was sucked in by her.
The witch raised her chin arrogantly, and her neck stretched out a beautiful and tight curve. Her extremely cold eyes looked at all the ugliness, vanity, and admiration of this world without any emotion.
The dirty streets are still dirty.
The robbery bandits are still rampant.
Trending inflammation still exists.
Sin is spreading.
But the witch in the black robe was just expressionless and extremely cold, passing slowly.
She walks slowly, but every step seems to be walking in the heart of a person.
The audience was silent, and people stared at her until she slowly disappeared at the end of the stage.
dark.
The stage is dark again.
The narrator continued: The world continues day after day, but there is joy in the palace, because the king has welcomed his first child, the only princess.
Immediately afterwards, the stage lights up, with the luxurious and beautiful palace in the background, which is out of step with the filthyness just now.
The king and queen sat on the throne, surrounded by nobles and officials who came to congratulate them.
People gave expensive gifts and blessings, and there were even many white-robed witches waving magic wands with joy to send blessings to the infant princess.