grandfather's daughter-in-law

It is true that what she said may be true, but it is not the whole truth.Just like money is important, but not everything.A philistine mind will never understand the meaning of dreams.

Ding Yongchang was silent for a while before he calmed down, and said: "For such a big troupe, I ask myself that I have never treated anyone badly, and I have not left anyone hungry. If you think I have treated you badly, then which temple is good for you?" , my small temple can’t afford your big Buddha.” He issued an order to expel the guests.His sharp eyes swept over everyone one by one, but no one greeted them.Gezai opera is in decline, but he has been trying his best to find plays and make some small breakthroughs in the way of performance. He asks himself that he is worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth and worthy of the audience.

Xu Hong persisted: "Today is for dinner, tomorrow we will drink tea, and the day after tomorrow there will be only tea dregs left. We can perform Gezai Opera for one day or ten days, but can you guarantee that we can continue to perform it?"

If I guarantee it, there are too many variables, the world is changing with each passing day, and the outlet for Gezai Opera will become narrower and narrower. This is a fact.Maybe everyone thought about it, but no one thought of a way out.Ding Yongchang said: "Being a man has the purpose of being a man, and acting also has the purpose of acting. I have been doing Gezai opera all my life, and I have acted in loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness all my life. From the day I worshiped my ancestors, I have eaten the bowl of rice from my ancestors. I will eat as long as the master asks me to eat. If Gezai Opera relies on these nondescript things to survive, then I would rather Gezai Opera decline from then on, and I would rather disband this class myself!"

"Abba," Xu Hong said sadly, "How can using new equipment have something to do with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness? What's wrong if we change things a little bit? We use new equipment, those stereos, these tapes," she said. He raised a few tapes in his hand, "You can use them again when they are used up, and replace them with other ones if they are outdated. We are all trying to attract more audiences. The money we earn is not all for the development of the troupe, but for better performance." This month, we have added this equipment, and we have received more invitations, so we don’t have to ride around to find plays, isn’t it great?”

"This is very good, but Dad's persistence is also right." An abrupt voice suddenly interrupted the dispute between the two.Everyone looked back in unison, like a group of people who had been groping in the dark for a long time finally saw a glimmer of light.Yu Minxiu's exquisite face was in full bloom in the depths of those fiery eyes.She said: "The world is changing with each passing day, and it will be a matter of time before Gezai opera gradually fades out of the historical stage. This cannot be changed. But no matter how old or old it is, it is the wealth left to us by our ancestors, and we should persist and pass it on. It is a good thing for the opera troupe to make money, but I think the original intention of Abba and many seniors who are sincerely devoted to Gezai Opera is not just that. After paying homage to the patriarch one day, the troupe should insist on performing Gezai Opera. This is a matter of integrity. We must not do that kind of trickery. Today these songs and dances are popular and we will perform these songs and dances. What if people like to watch monkeys tomorrow? Should we all go up the mountain to catch monkeys? We have to do more than just cater to the audience It is to make the audience feel that our Gezai Opera has connotations and profound meanings, and can bring people the meaning of love and education, so that they will fall in love with our Gezai Opera.”

These words impacted everyone's ears and brains in a brand new way.No one spoke, or even breathed.Some people may have been engaged in Gezai Opera performances all their lives, but they have never thought about the way and significance of Gezai Opera Troupe for a moment.From our masters, masters of masters, it is such an inherent and established way that is inherited.The play is sung like this, and our master sang it like this, but few people ask why it is sung like this.Our understanding and understanding of our patriarch, Marshal Tiandu, is far less than that of our master. He has become a non-real and non-real existence, and we are loyal and ignorant.Ding Yongchang looked at Yu Minxiu thoughtfully, but he just looked at it.

After a while of silence, Xu Hong retorted disapprovingly: "You speak lightly, do you think acting is just for lip service?" She glanced at Yu Minxiu with open contempt, and muttered: "But even if it's just lip service I’m afraid you can’t speak it.” Everyone in the troupe knew that Yu Minxiu grew up in Taipei, an urban girl who couldn’t speak Hokkien, and the performance language of Gezai Opera was Hokkien.

"Gezai opera has to be sung, recited, fought, and it takes a lot of hardships and beatings to learn a skill, do you know? One has to survive to make a long-term plan. Talking about profound things without a foundation is like dreaming of castles in the air without a foundation." , Wouldn’t it make people laugh out loud. You think our talk about money is superficial, I don’t care if it’s superficial or not, as long as you can find a show, I’ll convince you.”

The sudden challenge is like a downpour vowing to crush Yu Minxiu's fragile castle in the air, but if you don't accept this challenge, you will undoubtedly slap yourself again, admitting that what you said just now is just a battle of emotions, if you accept it, So what?There was silence, and Xu Hong showed a contented smile.At that time, I didn't know how hard her life was. It was a long time later that she mentioned it by chance. At the most difficult time, I had no money in my pocket, and I had to split a bento into two meals.Once when I was confused, I put the foam box outside the bento together in the pot and steamed it, and I was not willing to throw it away, so I ate it like that.No matter how difficult things are, there are always people who are doing them, and no matter how difficult the road is, there are always people who are walking.We can't rest on our laurels just because we feel vague.The moment she decided to go back to the troupe, she decided to come back and suffer.Phoenix Nirvana is a process of suffering.Because life doesn't give us more choices.

She said: "I know acting is hard and hard, but I believe that where there is a will, there is a way."

"Since you are so confident, let's make a bet. You will win only if you can find a performance within a week. We will remove these so-called nondescript things." Xu Hong's confidence is like a winning ticket The kitten held a mouse in its mouth, let it go and caught it back, let it go and caught it again, she was no longer eager to put the opponent to death, but enjoyed the process of playing more.At that time, she will be able to flaunt her might to frustrate Yu Minxiu's spirit, and at the same time, she can kill chickens to make an example of monkeys, killing two birds with one stone.There will be no more dissonant voices in the troupe.

Yu Minxiu looked at Ding Yongchang in embarrassment, obviously asking for his opinion.

Originally, it was just a matter of accountability between father and son, but it unexpectedly turned into a battle to determine the fate of the theater troupe.Perhaps life did not give him more choices.He said: "In that case, let me be the notary."

With Ding Yongchang's approval, Yu Minxiu said firmly, "Okay."

"It's a word."

"It's a word."

That's how an agreement was made.

Ignorance is fearless or a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers are not enough to describe the feeling Yu Minxiu's actions gave me. Bravery is commendable, but it is shameful to be brave and foolish.Before I fell asleep that night, I couldn't help but ask her what she was thinking.She put her hands under her head, and turned her head slightly to the moonlight outside the window. After a long time, she shook her head and said, "I don't know."

I couldn't help being a little anxious, so I suddenly got up and looked down at her, "I don't know? If you don't know, you dare to agree to her." I feel like a wife scolding her husband for his lack of consideration, and Yu Minxiu, looking out of the window Deeper leaning out of the window.

I stared at her, her face that had just taken a bath was slightly flushed, and it seemed to be covered with a thin red veil under the moonlight.Her chin had a graceful curve, revealing a fair and delicate pink neck.Her pajamas are my favorite style. They are made of silk and have an excellent fall feeling. They are embellished with large purple jasmine flowers, which is my favorite color.The sleeves and chest are made into a bubble shape, which is cute.A pair of round and firm breasts [tight and full, before being buried under the thin quilt, I was able to take a quick look.My heartbeat suddenly became unstoppable.The dormant desire in her body seemed to gradually wake up surrounded by the faint fragrance of her body.

I feel ashamed that I was still worrying about her just now, but now I am flooding with all kinds of thoughts and lusts.I softened my tone, kept my greedy eyes away, and said, "Then what should I do now? In the past, the troupe master went out to find scenes very randomly. Sometimes I was lucky enough to find several scenes in a row. When I was unlucky, it might take a few days. I couldn’t even find a show for more than ten days.” I babbled to her about the difficulty of finding a show, but she didn’t respond, and the sound of even and slight breathing came from the pillow.I peeked furtively, her eyes were closed.

She may be too tired, I thought, and lay down beside her.But such a quiet and beautiful she is like a helpless little lamb, and how can I, a hungry wolf who has been waiting for a long time, resist the overwhelming lust in my body. 20 years old, what a beautiful and energetic age.I tried my best to suppress the frantic heartbeat, but it was impossible. My eager heartbeat and nervous breathing were abnormally amplified, diffused, and boasted in the quiet night.

For a long time, I thought she was asleep, and then she suddenly ripped off the bra from her chest, hung it on the bed and fell asleep.The bra was a youthful bright blue with lace trim around the cups.I waited for a long time, motionless like an animal waiting for an opportunity to hunt in the grass.After making sure she was really asleep, I reached out to measure the scale.I was surprised to find that no matter how time changes, the round and thin shoulder straps always have an indescribable attraction to me.Sometimes I also hate it, but what I hate is that it is worn on me, and what I hate is that it silently judges my womanhood.I look at my hand in a curved shape, it's her size.The size of her sweet and alluring boobs.I was caught off guard and thought of the erotic dream that was too late to be completed that night, and I suddenly couldn't help but want her, right now, at this moment, right here, wanting her fiercely.My heart twitched violently with this sudden strong desire.

I lifted myself up and looked down at her.The moonlight leaking from the window was getting dimmer with a thin layer of depth.Her long hair was gathered on the pillow and spread out into a big black wave.On the smooth forehead, two locks of bangs were casually placed on it.The eyebrows are beautiful sword eyebrows, with a kind of heroism that can't be concealed, the bridge of the nose is high and straight like Yu's father, and the wings of the nose twitch slightly because of breathing.

lips...

The lips are full and soft, with a crystal luster under the dim moonlight, like a peach waiting to be picked. The corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, like a faint smile and a slight sadness.

What makes you happy and sad in your dreams?

I stretched out my hand and stroked it lightly, and there was a warm touch from my cold fingertips.I imagined the feeling of my lips and teeth touching each other, and my lips were printed like that.Her breath was slightly sweet, and her lips were soft and fragrant, like a glass of old wine.After taking this sip, I couldn't leave it like a thousand-year-old addict who tasted the sweetness. I couldn't help but linger tenderly between her lips and teeth.

"Um--"

A soft dream babble awakened my obsessed consciousness, and I stopped on top of her in a daze.I think it's over, it's all over.She knows it all.what will happen to herHow will you see me?Rebuke loudly?Or keep silent?Or run away in a panic?Fortunately, she just reached out and stroked her lips and didn't wake up.A corner of the quilt on her body slipped due to the movement of raising her hand, revealing one fragrant shoulder, half-smeared [chest half-hidden under the thin quilt.I swallowed hard again, and reached out to help her tuck the corner of the quilt, but I didn't dare to move again.The night is quiet, and the amorous night wind whistles and teases the rough curtains, beating my frantic heart.