Republic of China drama

Jiang Wan frowned, before her right hand touched Jin Zhi's wrist, there was a "bang", the door was slammed open, and an old lady walked in, cursing and uttering vulgar words.

Jin Zhi had no choice but to let go of Jiang Wanwan, and asked caringly like a padded jacket: "Team leader, what's going on?"

"It really gave that bitch some face. When he was visiting the brothel at this time, he was lying on the prostitute like mud and couldn't get up. I called two servants and couldn't pull him back."

The closer Dou Xingui got, the smell of sweat and strong powder became stronger and stronger, and even Jin Zhi couldn't bear the thought of covering his nose.

"Miss San pointed out that she wanted to listen to Broken Bridge, and there is still half an hour. Where can I find a green snake to pretend to be!"

Jiang Wanwan was stunned for a moment before she understood what was going on.

In addition to Jin Zhi in the theater troupe, there is also a male singer who sings in Tsing Yi. He likes whoring and gambling, and he has to go to the brothel every now and then.

On weekdays, people who would rather sit on the threshold and talk dirty with the servants than spend time practicing opera with their voices hanging, they can't be counted on.

Judging by Dou Xingui's distraught look, he probably missed something.

Dou Xingui spat, and glanced at the messy room.

It was half dark outside, the cracked earthen walls, miscellaneous piles of oil paint pots, and costumes on iron frames. The wind came through and the white coat bulged, as if someone had hanged himself and haunted the world.

A few years after the death of the old troupe master, the theater troupe was reduced from a few dozen people to a dozen people, and everyone was passive and sabotage. If they didn't have their own business, they couldn't even find a shadow.

There are only four living people in the room, besides the three here, there are also Xu Xian who is waiting after putting on makeup, and Xiaosheng Mu Qing.

Mu Qing was born as handsome and delicate as a girl, but he is more aloof and cold than Jin Zhi. Except for singing, he loves to talk to everyone.

Now he is sitting on the nanmu chair without looking sideways, and there is no noise in his ears, only when the huqin is playing.

Mu Qing doesn't care who is missing in the play, as long as the Huqin is playing, he is the soul of the play, even if there are swords, guns, swords and halberds around, he can continue to sing.

This is also a Lord that cannot be counted on.

"If you ask someone to look for it now, you will be able to find one, right?" Jin Zhi said, "If it doesn't work, just push and let Gu..."

"This can't be postponed!" Dou Xingui was so anxious that he wanted to smoke, "If the time that has been set in advance is postponed, it will offend Xiang Jia and Miss Gu San, and this theater will not have to open in the future!"

"so serious?"

Dou Xingui was impatient, sweating all over his body, the clothes were made of the lowest quality fabric, not breathable, he had to shake his collar when he was stuffy for a long time, the smell became even more unpleasant.

"The singing girl whom Second Young Master Xiang fell in love with was snatched away by his father, and he even dared to gesture at the handsome man with a cigarette stick. This, what can't be done!"

Jin Zhi remained silent, and panicked in his heart.

She just thought it was a good thing, and she was so focused on going to Beiping that she even secretly chose whether to follow Lu Qingying or Xiang Xing. Who knew that if something went wrong, she would not be sure if she would have food in the future.

Dou Xingui said again: "I have asked someone to search for it for an hour, but I still haven't heard anything. I'm afraid that in another half an hour, I will have to go and plead guilty to Miss San! What a crime!"

She couldn't stop opening her mouth, and started swearing again.

Jiang Wan's hand hanging on one side tightly clenched the long gown, which was made of hard and cheap material, simple and easy to make.

Let go of the hand, the palm is dry, and the sweat is left on the clothes.

She cleared her throat, and there were strands of light entwined in her pupils, like a small cluster of fire.

"Leader, I can sing Green Snake."

Only then did Dou Xingui's gaze fall onto Jiang Wanwan's face, which was both false and solid.

The suspicion in her tone was undisguised: "Can you sing Broken Bridge?"

The only bit of nervousness and shyness was firmly suppressed in her heart, even though Jiang Wanwan bit her lower lip, she still looked back calmly: "When the old class leader was still alive, I studied Tsing Yi for two years."

It turned out that except for Jin Zhi who hated her, no one remembered that she was a Tsing Yi.

Over the past seven years, she has stroked countless strands of hair, wiped her scalp countless times, and the rough work from day to night has formed a thick layer of calluses on her hands.

Only when others put on a full body of embroidered costumes and sparkling rhinestones on the stage, did she have the time to take a break from work for a while.

Often for a while, she huddled in a small corner behind a thick curtain, learning opera in a place where she could not see the light.It is necessary to filter out the noisy sounds, and to distinguish the one or two lines of the play from the crisp sound of the teeth biting the melon seeds.

In the evening, after accumulating the exhaustion of the whole day, she returned to her room accompanied by the moonlight in the courtyard—that was the residence assigned to her. She had no wages in the theater troupe and only cared about food and clothing.

There was not even a kerosene lamp in the room, so she went to the edge of the bed in the dark, folded the old quilt four times, and buried her head in it.

When chewing the plays learned, you have to hum a few words, but if you annoy others, you can't avoid being beaten.

It seems that the daily porridge is not food, but these few scenes are, as if she, as a person, lives for these few scenes.

Because only at the moment of humming, her heart is beating.

She really wanted to have a place to sing.

Dou Xingui looked back and forth at Jiang Wanwan, she recalled the relationship seven years ago, but after all, it was too long, and she also hesitated in her heart whether Jiang Wanwan could sing.

Jiang Wanwan lowered her eyes, and when she raised them again, her eyebrows and expression were already that of a playful green snake, and she opened her mouth with a sentence: "Return to the south of the Yangtze River for revenge.

Save my sister from suffering.

Find the golden mountains in Fahai again,

Invite Vulcan to help.

Destroy the Leifeng Pagoda,

The empress reappears among the colorful clouds. "

Jiang Wanwan's voice was crisp and clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate, like a thunderbolt piercing through a long night, without procrastination, without panic, it didn't look like she had put it aside for seven years, but rather like ten years of hard training.

At the end of the cappella, the lingering sound lingers for a long time.

Jin Zhi was stunned when he heard this, and when he came to his senses, Dou Xingui explained with amnesty: "Go ahead, today's matter is very important, don't let Miss San down."

Jiang Wanwan also heaved a sigh of relief, she squinted her eyes, and glimpsed in a daze, Mu Qing, who was like a Buddha, was looking at her.

But when Jiang Wanwan looked at him probingly, he turned his head away.