Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

A four-person sedan chair with a flat roof, soap curtains, and green gauze curtains stopped steadily in front of the Chunqin Garden Building. The bearer lifted the curtains, and a young man in a moon-white silk robe and a mandarin jacket trimmed with apricot blossoms and silver thread , that man is only about 21, thin waist and narrow hips, fair and handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes looking around, he is three points charming and seven points watery.

As soon as the sedan chair settled down, someone had sneaked into the back room of Chunqin Garden to announce. Before it was time to sip tea, Liu Fugui and Liu Bantou in a black jacket had already walked out with open arms.

"Godfather." The man's tone was soft and sticky.

"Oh." Bantou Liu shook his head, with a look of relief and joy, and patted the man's shoulders with both hands, "I've been looking forward to it for so many days, and finally...haha, it's good to be back, hurry up and go into the house to rest."

The man nodded obediently, twisted his waist and was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and waved the scarf in his hand, "Go back and thank Mr. Qian for me."

Liu Qingde groaned, and hurriedly cupped his hands to the four bearers, "It turns out that a few of you belong to Mr. Qian's house, please trouble me, please take this little favor of mine for a drink."

Liu Qingde gave some money to the bearers.

Several people entered the yard, some of them had already served tea and cakes on the ground in time.

Liu Qing pulled the man to sit down on the stone bench in the middle of the yard, and looked the man up and down several times, as if he was looking at his own son who had returned from a long journey. After a few days of hard work, now that I’m back, let’s rest for a few more days to nourish my body.”

"Godfather, I know, thank godfather for still thinking about Ziqin." The corner of the man's mouth curled into a smile, and he touched the corner of his mouth with a silk scarf, his gestures could not conceal his softness and charm.

This Chunqin Garden is now able to gain a firm foothold in Beijing City and Yunyun Opera Garden, but it relies on the two pillars of the troupe.

Su Qingchi is one of them, and the other is this You Ziqin.

Sitting down in the yard, You Ziqin drank tea and was eating snacks.

After a brief sweep, You Ziqin's eyes drifted upstairs, and when he saw that the door with green bamboo carved on the lintel was closed, he snorted heavily, and pushed away the delicate pastry in front of him, "If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it!" gone."

"Ziqin, this is..." Liu Fugui didn't know why.

"Godfather said he hoped that I would come back, but look at the people in this yard, I'm afraid someone is anxious for me not to come back."

You Ziqin suddenly touched the corners of his eyes with a towel, "You all think that I am living comfortably these days, so how do you know how much I have suffered in Mr. Qian's mansion? I am worried day and night, for fear of offending Mr. Qian. The Chunqin Garden was implicated, and I spent all my time trying to win Mr. Qian's favor and let him agree to rebuild a theater for our Chunqin Garden. father……"

Liu Qingde's eyes lit up when he heard that Mr. Qian wanted to build a play garden for them, and saw that the apprentice he had personally trained was crying like rain, and he was even more dissatisfied with Su Qingchi in his heart, so he took You Ziqin to comfort him with good words.

"Godfather speaks good words for him like this. Is it because I have been away for a few days, and it is no longer my turn to speak in this garden? Then me, then what's the point of me staying here?"

After saying that, You Ziqin broke away from Liu Fugui, turned around and stomped his feet to leave, "Forget it, this Chunqin Garden can't accommodate me, so I, You Ziqin, have no place to go."

All the people in the yard were in a panic for a while, coaxing, pulling their sleeves, pointing and cursing, and watching the show, making a mess.

Su Qingchi was taking a nap with his eyes squinted, but when he really wanted to fall asleep, he was suddenly disturbed by the noise downstairs, and his complexion was already grim.

Su Bao'er opened the door and went out to have a look, then came back and glanced outside, "Your surname is back, he's messing around below."

Su Qingchi narrowed his eyes, and with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he gathered his clothes and stood up.

You Ziqin was yelling and cursing loudly downstairs when a splash of water fell from the sky, flooding the noisy courtyard.

The splashing water was impartial, and it was pouring on You Ziqin.

A beautiful flower has become a drowned chicken.

You Ziqin wiped his face with clenched fists, barely gnashing his silver teeth, "Su, Qing, Chi."

He paused every word, as if he wanted to chew the name into pieces and swallow it into his stomach.

Everyone was startled by this sudden change, and when they regained their senses and looked up, they saw a person leaning on the carved mahogany railing on the second floor.

A gown of crimson lake silk was draped over the shoulders, and a white satin gown was worn inside. Her jet-black hair was scattered wantonly on her slightly open chest and neck. Black and white were distinct, like ink splashed in snow, indescribably romantic.

"I said why the eyelids keep twitching today." Su Qingchi smiled, "So, I stepped on dog shit when I went out this morning."

Su Qingchi raised his feet and looked at his blue-embroidered mille-soled satin shoes, "I just washed my feet, and my whole body feels refreshed."

His eyes turned to look at You Ziqin downstairs, and suddenly he panicked, "Oh, what a big deal, I wanted to splash the footwashing water to get rid of bad luck, but I didn't expect Boss You to be downstairs."

After speaking, he looked at the sky suspiciously, and said to himself, "I thought the sun was still high, why..."

He suddenly covered his lips and smiled until the sun and the moon faded away, "Did you run into a ghost in broad daylight?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, some couldn't stop laughing.

This is a big capital city, dare to say so blatantly that Boss You is a ghost, apart from Su Qingchi, I am afraid that there will be no other one.

You Ziqin had never been so humiliated before, his face was livid with anger, and his finger pointing at Su Qingchi trembled uncontrollably, "Su Qingchi, just wait for me."

"It's easy to say." Su Qingchi brushed the ashes off his body, feeling happy.

"Master Cao entrusted someone to deliver the tangerines that are too sweet, and I'm still getting tired of them in my mouth."

As soon as the words were finished, the red-painted door was closed, and the people downstairs seemed to be able to hear Jiangnan ditties coming from the crack of the door.

People in Chunqin Garden have long been used to such things.

It's just that Boss Liyou is playing wild and playful on weekdays, Boss Su just holds a teacup to tease the birds and hums, and ignores him.

Thinking about it today, Boss You must be making noise and disturbing Boss Su's afternoon nap, and Boss Su taught him like this.

When the farce ended, the people dispersed.

You Ziqin was left standing alone in the middle of the yard, gritting his teeth, "Su, Qing, Chi."

In the evening, there is only a light orange in the sky and the earth, clean and clear, spotless.

"Brother, aren't you afraid of offending the class leader?" Su Baoer twisted the scarf and handed it to his brother.

Su Qingchi took it, wiped his face and neck, and took off the external hexagram with Su Baoer behind his back, wiped his body carefully, and said lightly, "Do you think I can stay here for a long time if I don't do this?"

Su Qingchi's body was slender and well-proportioned, and his skin was fair, like porcelain with white glaze, and warm and crystal clear suet white jade, so delicate that no trace of blemish could be found.

Su Baoer's face suddenly became hot, and he quickly turned his eyes away, "Then, after that..."

However, Su Qingchi didn't hear the strangeness in Su Baoer's tone. He only put on his clothes and put on the embroidered buttons, "Of course this play can't be sung for a lifetime, and it will eventually be controlled by others here. It's better to open a theater by yourself. .”

Su Baoer's eyes lit up, "Brother, you mean..."

Su Qingchi looked sideways, "What did I say? I said you have to be successful, I don't need to show my face to see people's faces for nothing."

Su Baoer pouted and did not speak.

Su Qingchi poked his forehead with his finger, "I count on you to support me, but I don't know it will be until the year of the monkey."

After finishing speaking, the man turned on the bed, waved his back to Su Baoer, "Go out and pour the water."

Su Bao'er stuck out her tongue, carried the basin out of the room, and closed the door.

The front hall of Chunqin Garden is the hall for watching operas on the stage. The stage is surrounded by a circle of low railings, and there are four pillars carved with peonies at the corners of the stage, which are painted and painted to support the top cover.

Three sides of the stage are double-decker viewing buildings, and the lobby downstairs is the auditorium. There is an aisle in the middle of the lobby, and carved square tables are placed symmetrically on both sides. stool.Tables and chairs are lined up for easy appreciation.

Behind the stage is the theater room.The acting room is connected to the left and right ear rooms, and then there are two upper and lower wing rooms where Su Qingchi and the others live.

Su Qingchi and You Ziqin are the pillars of the troupe, occupying the two best rooms, one west and one east.

Su Baoer went downstairs with the washbasin to pour water, and when she reached the east stairs, she was about to spit at the door, when she heard a sound from inside that she couldn't tell whether it was pain or comfort, and the sound was accompanied by the creaking of the wooden bed. Ya creak shaking.

Su Baoer reached out to dip some water in the basin, and poked at the paper window, and immediately the scene in the room was presented through the small round hole.

For a moment, Su Baoer's face was so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood, and then he spat hard at the door, "Smelly Mr."

Within half a month, Daotai sent someone to invite Su Qingchi to his house.

Because of this, Liu Fugui came to look for Su Qingchi again, "Qingchi, Lord Daotai has already given you enough face. He has sent someone over several times to invite you. You pack up and go quickly, the sedan chair is ready."

Su Qingchi lifted the lid of the teacup, took two breaths, and took a sip slowly, "Master, are you forcing me?"

Liu Fugui put on a tiger face, "I can't force you anymore? I'll leave my words here today, if you don't go..."

"I can't go anymore?" Su Qingchi was already wearing a coat with silk and gold trim, "Don't forget to come back and add money to me."

This time, Liu Fugui was stunned.

Su Qingchi sat in the sedan chair, waving a red-tasseled folding fan, with a leisurely attitude.

Su Baoer twitched here and there, touched this side, touched that side, and was slapped by Su Qingchi, so he was more honest.

Su Bao'er was quiet for a while, then looked out, saw a boy, waved his hands and called out, "Dunzi, Dunzi, I'm here."

The chubby boy named Dunzi was wearing a coarse linen jacket. When he saw Su Baoer, he immediately shouted, "Little Baoer, where are you going?"

Su Baoer shouted back, "Master Daotai asked my brother to go to the hall to sing."

The fat boy asked again, "Master Daotai? Which Master Daotai?"

Su Baoer raised his voice, "Lu Daotai."

"Oh, when are you coming back?"

"My brother will come back after he finishes his rap."

Another kid ran out from the other end, "Little Bao'er, I heard that the platform killed the little gentleman of Lianxiutang only half of his life was left."

That kid looked small, but his voice was loud.

With this yell, people all over the street looked this way, but the boy who yelled just now had disappeared.

The sedan chair swayed along the way, and Xiao Baoer lay on the sedan chair and told the children who appeared from time to time that they were going to sing at Master Daotai's house.

It is estimated that within a stick of incense, there is no one in the capital who does not know about this.

"Brother, how are you?" Xiao Baoer asked hoarsely.

"That's right, continue." Su Qingchi waved his fan, "Tell the butcher, let's come to buy meat at Shenshi, and there are fish sellers, selling..."

"Hey, I see." Su Bao'er then lifted the curtain and shouted again.

So, this bustling all the way, almost without drums and gongs.