Introduction
The waves are swaying gently, the red lotus embraces each other, the jade palace is a beautiful tower, and the sound of the piano is ringing in the beams. On the lotus platform in the lake, the white curtains are flying, and the people in the platform are dressed in green clothes like water. There are several layers of flying curtains, but the figures in Taichung are so graceful that no one can see their faces. But at a glance, you can tell that it is as quiet as a lotus.
Three feet outside the stage, there is still a lake, but a large green lotus leaf is piled on jasper steps, which can accommodate a hundred people. The leaf stems come out from the lotus leaves, connect the lotus platform forward and extend to the other side of the lake, and connect to the shore backward. The lotus leaves on the lotus platform complement each other and form an integrated whole. Young Master Xiao Yao in the seat held the wine glass in one hand and pressed it to his lips without drinking. He put one hand on the other, looking thoughtful. Mrs. Xiao looked at her son who didn't know the rules and was silent for a moment. She looked at the woman in the stage and an ominous feeling came to her heart. Xiao Yao squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the woman in the lotus platform, feeling that she seemed familiar. "Could it be?..."