Chapter 1942: opera

This is not a joke, Song Qingshu is serious, and the success rate is quite high, so he dared to do this to Li Yifei and the saint, because he has already tasted the sweetness, this kind of girlfriend who under the attention of the other boyfriend , Is a very, very exciting, Song Qingshu always feel very excited when thinking about it.
Today, he failed. Compared to women who could win a few thousand pounds and francs, it didn't work for him to take out 10,000 euros this time. He even took out 100,000 euros with excitement, but the other party still ignored them.
For a comparison, Song Qingshu felt that he had received a big blow, and he cursed angrily, staring bitterly at the backs of Li Yifei and the saint.
The friend came over, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "Master Song, forget it, if you can't get it, you can't get it. We won't laugh at you."
"I'm going to you, I want you to see it today, right now, I have money left for those who are poor now, so I don't trust the money and can't take that woman." Song Qingshu said angrily.
This guy became irritated. If there weren't these few friends who seemed to persuade him, but they were actually adding firewood to the flames, maybe this matter would have passed today, but Song Qingshu was already ruthless by the trick.
"Song, otherwise, forget it. I will call a few more sisters in the evening. You only need to pay them the same money. All of us can play with you, and we are guaranteed to satisfy you." A girl picked up from Song Qingshu walks along. Came over and took his arm and said tiredly.
"Go away, you bastard, you're all right, there are all wagons down there, and I don't know how many people have played, and your sisters are not much better." Song Qingshu turned around and cursed.
"Song, how can you say that!" The girl's face changed, but she didn't dare to get angry. This Song from China was really generous. The two had just got together for a few days, although he had played all the poses. But she also bought a lot of things for her, and there was a fixed amount of money to make every day, and she could also enjoy a quality life. This woman reluctantly left Song Qingshu.
A security guard walked over and said, "Sirs, noise is forbidden here. If you make noise again, I will drive you out!"
"I know." Song Qingshu let out a sigh and turned around. He dragged a man who looked like a young man and said, "Old flower, didn't you say you met people here?"
"Yeah, what?" The elder brother, who was called the old man, gave a smirk and said, "Can't swallow this breath?"
"That's right, it's not me if you can swallow it, go, find some people for me, I will let the two of them out of this door today and can't go home!" Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said.
"Otherwise, just forget it, I can come here to listen to the opera... Oh, the sitting position is not bad, no wonder you can't find your ticket." Hua Dashao said, pointing to Li Yifei and the saint, the two are sitting in the same position The best position is not only the best position for sight and hearing.
"Fuck, I don't care, you take out your mobile phone and let's talk online." Because the location is not far away, Song Qingshu was afraid that Li Yifei would hear it, so he took out his mobile phone and talked about it online.
Li Yifei turned his head and glanced. He heard some, but seeing that the two of them stopped discussing, so Li Yifei just glanced lightly.
The saint was sitting on the other side of him. After the two of them were seated, Li Yifei took his hand back. The saint felt a little lost in her heart. In fact, she has been unstable in recent days. I feel a little bit about gains and losses, using Hua Xia's words is to hurt the spring and sad autumn. Looking at the sky inexplicably, I feel like crying.
At this time, because Li Yifei's hand was removed, the saint appeared a little unhappy, and it was directly expressed on her face. ,
Li Yifei glanced at her strangely, and seeing her two frowning eyebrows, Li Yifei patted her leg and whispered: "Why are you unhappy? If it's because of those people, after a while, I'll help you teach them. ."
The saint shook her head lightly when she heard the words, and said: "It's about to start, don't talk anymore."
"Okay!" Li Yifei nodded.
But within a minute, the saint turned her head and said softly: "I just remembered, you just said that I am your wife a few times. Hmph, you want to take advantage at this time."
"Damn, Dou E is not as wronged as I am!" Li Yifei kept his eyes on, and hurriedly cried out.
"Who is Dou E?" the saint asked.
"It's a...very wronged woman."
"I didn't wrong you, don't you admit that you take advantage of me?"
"Nonsense, what do you call taking advantage of your own wife!" Li Yifei sat upright and said with his chest straight.
"Keep it down." Seeing the people around him, the saint reminded her hurriedly. She lowered her voice and said, "Hmph, anyway, you are taking advantage of me, and you are still touching my waist."
"Woman, this is the way to touch the waist!" Li Yifei's eyes lit up, asking what does this little fairy mean? Why is it such a small woman all of a sudden, so he decided to continue to take advantage, and when he spoke, his hand passed from her back again, and he wrapped his arm around the saint's waist, and his hand was still rubbing lightly.
The saint’s body trembled, and an electric feeling spread all over her body, causing her to almost scream, gritting her teeth and feeling the tingling and itchy sensation. The saint did not scold Li Yifei, nor did she avoid it. But... silently accepted it, like an angry little daughter-in-law.
Li Yifei was surprised, is this all right? Did she deliberately feel that the two are going to fight a life and death battle, in case she accidentally kills herself... So is this compensation before death? Thinking of this, Li Yifei didn't ask for it, but continued to act in his hands.
Of course he wouldn't be too much, and he still had a measure of measure, so the saint also acquiesced.
On the other side, seeing Li Yifei daring to hug the beauty in the opera hall blatantly, Song Qingshu glanced at the woman sitting next to him, and he was upset. He was not afraid to compare goods, but was afraid that people would compare people. He hasn’t played enough with the woman next to him in the past two days. When he saw the saint today, he was almost crazy. Now he is full of the other’s beautiful face, like the goddess in Western myths. , If you can get it, it would be blissful.
He glanced at the saint vigorously, and saw Li Yifei’s Anlu Mountain’s claw, and fiercely typing on his mobile phone. The face of the young man sitting behind a few people was laughing. Reply to Song Qingshu.
At the beginning of the opera, Li Yifei understood English, but this opera is not spoken in English, but in German. As the second largest German-speaking city in the world, today’s musical is in German, and Li Yifei was immediately confused. He knows many languages, but unfortunately he is not good at German. On the contrary, she is a saint on the side. She is very familiar with German, so she sat next to explain to Li Yifei: "The name of this opera today is called "Aida". It is a 4-act opera by Italian composer G. Verdi. It was completed in 1870 and premiered in Cairo in 1871. The script was written by the Italian singer and playwright Gislanzoni and the composer himself based on French opera lyrics. "
"Oh, is there such a background?" Li Yifei nodded vigorously beside him.
The saint pursed her lips and said: "Unfortunately, due to the Franco-Prussian War, the necessary scenery and costumes could not be shipped from Europe, which delayed the premiere until 1871. The opera describes the Ethiopian prisoners conquered by Egypt. The slave girl, the love tragedy of the former Ethiopian Princess Aida and the warrior Radames under the Egyptian king, shows the conflict between love and patriotism, and reflects the girl Aida's thoughts of revenge and patriotism!"
"Oh? No wonder a woman comes out as soon as he enters the field." Li Yifei replied in a low voice.
The saint rolled her eyes immediately and said, "That's not Aida!"
"Then who is?" Li Yifei asked quickly.
"Forget it, you are not interested." The saint shook her head and ignored Li Yifei. Li Yifei hurried over, exhaling heat from her mouth, spraying it in her ear, and said: "Come tell me, I am not listening. Don’t you understand German? If it’s in French, I will understand it, but I don’t understand German.

"It was originally an opera in French. Who knows how to change it to German today, but if you don't understand it, you should be able to see it." When the saint heard Li Yifei's question, she couldn't bear to let Li Yifei watch it with him. Feeling, he turned around to explain to Li Yifei.
"It's better for you to talk about it, otherwise I see the clouds in the mist, you know, I am a big boss." Li Yifei said honestly.
You are not an old man. Satan is the old man. The saint added in her heart that she and Li Yifei spent some time together. Li Yifei was by no means the old man as he might be. Although he was a soldier, he was not the same in many ways. Genjin, in the eyes of the saint, is definitely an ideal companion.
Well, the last sentence is nonsense. If Li Yifei is not good enough, she would not be able to look for him to be the demon. You must know that the demon means that the man whom the saint loves the most, there will never be a second one.
I have searched all over the world, and there are not many men who can match her. There are many hard conditions, and strength is the most important of them. Although there are also many unpredictable people, such as the elders in the elders in the organization, they are all Very powerful people, but they can't be demons, and they are indeed too old.
And like Satan, regardless of her appearance, character, and style of doing things, she is not in the eyes of a saint. Although she is not racist, it is absolutely impossible to find a nigger, especially a with muscles.
Among more than seven billion people, it is a kind of fate to find such a person in itself. The saint sighed softly when thinking of this, and then said: ""Aida" puts the heroic characteristics of the big opera, the dramatic structure of the sound, The vivid characterization is organically combined with the rich melody, harmony and band colors. The band maintains an almost uninterrupted symphonic development, and the development of musical drama is uninterrupted. Its luxurious scenes have the characteristics of a French opera."