The ink-purple little milk dumpling took the stage to perform.
The audience below remained quiet.
The old uncle wasn't very knowledgeable about opera.
Before crossing over, the only opera-related thing he knew was the one sung by Yun Jin.
If Old Master Zhongli hadn't loved watching opera and dragged him along today, the old uncle might still be next door listening to the storyteller.
However, after losing electronic devices like phones, exhausting himself with research on the snow mountain, and slowing down his entire pace of life, coming to watch an opera was indeed a very good choice.
Watching opera is like a live-performance television drama. It uses extremely bright and special vocal techniques to ensure the audience can hear the voices even without amplifiers, and employs specific movements to help people understand the story's development.
If you can follow the story and understand it, you'll watch with great interest. If you don't understand... then it's probably quite boring.
The piece little Yun Jin was performing was a drama about how, hundreds of years ago, a young Keqing cleverly punished a corrupt official.
To Cid, it felt very plain and unadorned—a huge corrupt official brought down just because of one ox, especially the later scene of the Lord's deus ex machina...
After the opera ended, he tipped little Yun Jin a small fee in recognition of her performance, then—while rubbing the heads of other opera enthusiasts who approved—Cid couldn't help asking the Lord, "Old bro Zhongli, do you think that Keqing was really like that when she was young?"
"Opera contains the people's most plain and unadorned wishes: a world without corruption, officials serving the people... Ancient records state that Keqing became famous at a young age, but according to historical analysis, that 'young age' was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight."
Watching the purple little dumpling on the stage happily accepting the tips given by the opera enthusiasts who approved.
As everyone knows, adaptation is not random fabrication.
But generally, as long as the intended message is conveyed, it's fine.
The old uncle, who had some understanding of Liyue history, smiled, feeling that historical stories are usually very appealing if you don't look at the common people.
It was also thanks to the Lord walking the righteous path and living long—a stabilizing divine needle standing there, ensuring the general direction never went wrong.
This trip left the old uncle quite satisfied. Though he didn't have much interaction with little Yun Jin, he had at least rubbed her head.
The old uncle glanced at little Yun Jin's position. At this moment, little Yun Jin had already started her next busy tasks.
Passion is probably the best teacher. But there's also a saying: if passion turns into work, you'll lose a hobby.
However, thinking of Yun Jin's future where she still loves singing opera, the old uncle just thought about it idly.
Let's go. Where should we play next today?
"Let's go. Come with me to see that old friend." Aunt Xianyun said this.
"I think that's fine."
And so, the three adults, two milk dumplings, and one little adult set off and arrived at Yujing Terrace.
Following the stairs to the second level, they found Aunt Xianyun's old friend by the flower bed on the left at the corner.
This old friend wore simple clothing, a hat on her head, holding a cane, her face full of wrinkles, her eyes revealing kindness and wisdom, giving people a feeling of being amiable and approachable.
Yes, it's the legendary Granny Ping!
At this moment, standing beside Granny Ping was a red-haired girl who looked very energetic.
Older than the milk dumplings, younger than little Eula.
Oh, it's little Yanfei before she grew up!
Back in the day, the old uncle who cleared the game relied on Yanfei's mom plus Beidou, Xingqiu, and Diona to stack energy and trigger elemental reactions to carry him through—the old uncle smiled at little Yanfei and Granny Ping and greeted them.