I'm not a drama god

Here, it still feels like a museum.

However, what is archived here is not a CD or a tape, but a carefully bound script... Countless scripts are neatly arranged together, extending forward in order of category and era, all the way to the end that is invisible to the naked eye.

But what surprised Chen Ling was not the scripts placed here, but the wooden cabinets that contained them.

Chen Ling stepped forward to one of the wooden cabinets, stretched out her hand, and slowly rubbed the surface of the wooden cabinet, as if feeling their touch... His brows wrinkled unconsciously.

so similar.

The cabinet used to store the scripts here was exactly the same as the cabinet used to store the plays in the theater in his mind!

No matter in terms of size, appearance or feel, Chen Ling couldn't find any difference... Is it the same cabinet? Or some kind of imitation? If it is a counterfeit, who imitated whom?

Chen Ling subconsciously pulled out a script from it and flipped it through in his hands. The script was very similar to the play in his mind. The fonts and margins were similar. However, the script here clearly had a sense of the times, which could be seen at a glance. It's an old thing.

It would be far-fetched to say that these are all coincidences, but Chen Ling thought about it carefully and felt that it was still impossible for them to be the same one. After all, the things in his mind were illusory, and these cabinets probably existed hundreds of years ago. Yeah...if it's a counterfeit, that's possible.

"This is the book section." Ning Ruyu on the side saw that Chen Ling was so interested, so she introduced her.

"Since the birth of writing, all scripts, storytelling manuscripts, cross talk, poems, scripts, lyrics, etc... all performances recorded in written form are here.

Compared with the previous two areas, the time span here is the largest, spanning thousands of years.

Every manuscript here witnesses the glory and decline of an era, whether it is the war that influenced a dynasty or the love exchange with the woman in the boudoir next door, they are all stored here.

These performances are intertwined and form an era. "

Chen Ling finally understood the general structure of the ancient collection of Xi Dao.

From audio-visual images, to pure audio, to written performances...the deeper you go into the ancient opera collections, the further back in time they can be traced, and the heavier the history they carry.

Chen Ling walked among these bookshelves and glanced at the rows of play titles. Among them were classics that he was familiar with, as well as extinct and unique copies that he had never heard of. Going deeper, the bound books turned into pages. Then there are the bamboo slips...

Afterwards, Chen Ling couldn't even understand the words above.

At this moment, Chen Ling seemed to have discovered something and asked doubtfully:

"Elder brother, is there something missing here?"

"what?"

"The scripts of operas." Chen Ling looked around, "Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou... I don't seem to have seen any scripts related to these? Aren't they also classified as books?"

Ning Ruyu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Those, put them somewhere else."

"Oh……"

"Actually, the Ancient Theater Museum is very large, and there are more than just this area inside. But today I am mainly going to familiarize you with the main parts here. You can slowly explore the rest by yourself later."

Ning Ruyu glanced at the time, turned to Chen Ling and said:

"Junior brother, there is a place for you ahead. Come with me."

This time, Ning Ruyu did not push aside the "curtain", but walked straight to a wall and pushed back hard.

creak-

A door appeared out of thin air on that wall, and following Ning Ruyu's movements, it slowly opened backwards...

A breeze mixed with the fragrance of earth blew towards his face. In this closed museum, Chen Ling suddenly became energetic. When he saw the situation behind the door clearly, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Behind the gate, there is a spacious outdoor space.

White clouds float leisurely under the blue sky, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance are like crystal-clear dragons entrenching the earth. On that lush and lush grassland, colorful flags flutter in the wind, and several exquisite cabins are located among them.

When Chen Ling saw the scene in front of her, she was a little crazy for a moment. The blue sky, snow-capped mountains, colorful flags, houses... it was like a scene in a dream.

He originally thought that most of the ancient opera collections were museum-like, but he didn't expect that there was such a place.

"How is it? Is the environment not bad?" Ning Ruyu walked to him and asked with a smile.

"Do you usually live here?"

"correct."

Ning Ruyu raised her hand and pointed to the houses, "The easternmost house is mine, and the house next to it is the third child, the fourth child is in the north, the second child is in the west, and the fifth child's house is in the south... However, he has to guard it all the time. I guess I rarely come to live in Chou Chou Peak."

"what about me?"

"The newest one in the middle is yours. The third one just built it."

"So fast?"

"Remember what I said? Xi Dao Gu Zang is a versatile stage."

Ning Ruyu smiled and led Chen Ling straight to several rooms.

Although these houses are not big, they look very delicate and comfortable. The thick walls perfectly isolate the temperature difference between day and night. There is also a small courtyard in front of the door. There is a sign in front of the door with four big characters written on it:

"Lao Liu's House."

Chen Ling:......

"Thank you senior brothers and sisters for me." Although these four words seemed a bit strange, Chen Ling still spoke sincerely.

"You just stay here and tell me if you need anything. Also, the third child can cook. When it's time to eat, you don't have to be polite. Just go to his house with your bowl and chopsticks."

Chen Ling nodded, then seemed to remember something,

"By the way, where is the master's house?"

"Master doesn't live here...he is deeper in the Xi Dao Ancient Tibet."

Ning Ruyu paused and added, "Of course, when it's time for dinner, he will happily come over with bowls and chopsticks."

After Ning Ruyu finished explaining, she said goodbye to Chen Ling and turned to leave.

Chen Ling walked around the house and found that basic daily necessities were available, and even the beds had been folded. The house looked brand new inside and out.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes were a little complicated.

He didn't know how the Third Senior Brother and the others built this house in such a short period of time. Perhaps with the blessing of Xi Dao Guzang, this was just a simple thing, but the move itself was very important to Chen Ling. But it is of great significance.

Chen Ling walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed naturally. The red opera robe spread out on the white sheets. He looked at the white ceiling above his head and fell into silence.

I don't know how long it took before he became a little uncertain and muttered to himself:

"In this day and age...is it considered a place to stay?"