今天是第一次带卡佳上剧院。父女俩第一个走进了剧场大厅。枝形吊灯、镶着红丝绒的包厢座位、若明若暗地闪动着光泽的大幕,使她那颗隐藏在咖啡色外衣下的幼小心脏似乎一下子停止了跳动。“我们有票吗?”她怯生生地问。“有的,”父亲说,“就在这儿,第一排。”“有座号吗?”“有座号。” Today is the first time Kaga on the theater. Father and daughter walked into the theater hall first. Chandeliers, red velvet box seats, Ruoyouruang flash with a shiny curtain, so that her hidden under the brown coat under the young heart seemed suddenly stopped beating. “Do we have tickets?” She asked sheepishly. “Some, ” Father said, “Right here, in the first row. ” “Has a seat? ” “Has a seat. ”