[Xu You] Protect our Fang Luo... Diligent farming? !

Longfu Theater.

After arranging the big shots to be seated, the nine of them took their weapons and scattered to every corner, and temporarily put on a long-sleeved robe to stand ready.

"Senior." Lin Yian called out to Sun Qiting, who was putting on clothes, and pointed to the backstage after gaining his attention.

Sun Qiting sighed and gave her a blank look, but obediently went backstage.

As soon as he entered the door, he was blocked by people. From a distance, he saw Nine-year-old Hong who had already opened his face and looked over. Sun Qiting quickly took off his mask, revealing a face that closely resembled Sun Qiuyi.

Since the eight-year-old Huo died in a gang struggle 12 years ago, the nine-year-old Hong has taken the lead alone. It was not until recently that he made up his mind to go to Dongjiang, the world of flowers that his senior brother once said.

At this time, at first glance, Nine-year-old Hong thought that Eight-year-old Huo had returned to his soul, and he exhaled in a shocked voice: "Brother?!!!"

Sun Qiting smiled and held his tears in his hands as he cupped his hands at Nine-year-old Huo: "My nephew Sun Qiting has met my uncle."

After all, Nine-year-old Huo was half raised by him. Seeing him so tired, weak and old, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

The tears in his eyes were not faked.

"Are you the son of Senior Brother?"

"When I was seven years old, my father died unexpectedly, and my mother took me to hide in the countryside." Sun Qiting made up nonsense with a serious and sad expression, "My mother was afraid that I would waste the good foundation my father gave me, so she urged me every day, and finally got my father. After my mother died of illness, I came back to Dongjiang. I was not familiar with the place. When I was singing, I met the second head of the Hong Gang. He heard that I sang well and accepted it..."

"Accepted?" Nine-year-old Hong turned pale, and pointed at him, "How dare you go into a crooked way?! We are opera singers!"

"How can Qi Ting do that kind of behavior to tarnish my father's reputation just to live? What's more, the second master is a gentleman. At the beginning, he only heard a few scenes of his father, and his father was lucky to have a conversation with him. With this level of affection, he Only then are you willing to protect me for a few days."

Nine-year-old Hong breathed a sigh of relief, beckoned him over, adjusted his tone and asked, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

Sun Qiting walked up to him and stared down at the toe of the shoe: "I don't know. If it weren't for the second leader, I would never have been able to support my uncle to come to Dongjiang. Fortunately, my skills are good. Maybe, if the second leader doesn't dislike me, I will be there. Hong Gang is begging for a job as a thug."

"Since you are the son of senior brother, if you don't want to live a hard life, stay and continue singing with me."

Nine-year-old Hong would keep him, Sun Qiting, for a long time. When he was eight-year-old fire, he cared little about his growth and taught him the principles of life.

Nine-year-old Hong almost didn't recover when he lost his position. It was only because he was beside him in his clothes and belt day and night to make him a medicine to nourish his throat, which made him stand on the stage again.

The so-called elder brother is like a father, probably so.

As long as he has a conscience, he will not let him fend for himself.

"You, too, are 21."

"Well, the virtual age is 22."

"You are the biggest in the whole troupe." Nine-year-old Hong patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and summoned everyone vigorously, "This is your uncle, that is, my brother's son, Sun Qiting. From now on, he will Be one of us."

"I, He Dehe Neng..." Sun Qiting took a step back in a panic.

This time it was really acting.

Duan Tianci's glaring eyes almost stared him out of the hole!

It's really not a good thing to get into trouble with this sick girl too quickly.

Otherwise, it’s up to him to attack him.

Anyway, the appearance is good.

Besides, he didn't want to continue to be a bachelor on stage, and it would be nice to have Gandan, a boy's master, to accompany him.

"You are the son of senior brother. Without senior brother, I would not be where I am today." Then he said to his apprentices, "Some of you have been with senior brother. You say, how can the son of senior brother do it?" Thugs?"

"That can't be done, it's not that the opera singers have nothing to eat, so what kind of thugs are they?!" One person said so.

"I look a lot like Autumn."

"Stay here, we are all family."

"Did you hear that, child?"

Sun Qiting looked at the faces of old acquaintances and said good things to himself, and his eyes were red.

"Junior Sun Qiting, thank you seniors!" Then he knelt down and kowtowed to Jiu Suihong, "Thank you too, uncle!"

The knee hurts, the skull hurts.

If Lin Yi saw it, he would definitely praise his performance.

No way, this is the sadness of the powerful~

"Get up, what are you talking about!" Nine-year-old Hong helped him up, and called out to his children with a smile, "Tianci and Tianying, my two children are both younger than you."

"Junior Brother, Junior Sister." Excitedly cupped their hands towards the other two.

One has a novel face, and the other has a sullen look.

After finishing Liao, he still provoked this sick girl.

Two voices from senior brother came to my ears, one was excited to talk and the other was reluctant.

Fortunately, at this moment, the musicians on the stage suddenly played a gust of wind, interrupting this awkward face-to-face.

Nine-year-old Hong took the stage.

stumbling.

"Uncle Master?" He deliberately asked Duan Tianci knowingly.

Compared with Mary Sue, he still prefers this soft-looking little actress.

Bingjiao is better than Marysu.

At least at this time, Sun Qiting thought so.

"Father hasn't been very well today." Duan Tianci frowned, and moved away from him indiscriminately.

After all, he had been in a gang, and he always exuded some gangster spirit.

Duan Tianci pouted secretly.

Sun Qiting smoothly pushed Duan Tianying and Duan Tianci beside him: "Then, Junior Brother, take good care of Junior Sister and Senior Senior, I will come as soon as I go."

He quickly changed his clothes and turned his face, and when he appeared in front of several people again, Hu Qi happened to appear.

"Xinglong Pavilion?! You have to pick this time! Uncle Shi can't stand still!" Pretending to be anxious and angry, he stomped his feet, took Duan Tianci's hand, and instructed, "Be sure to send Uncle Shi to the hospital."

Duan Tianci pulled out his hand violently as if he was burning and nodded, but when Sun Qiting stopped in mid-air and grabbed the air, he felt a little different in his heart.

Sun Qiting watched with satisfaction that the anger towards him in Duan Tianci's eyes had decreased, and immediately turned around and stepped on the stage recklessly, whispering in Nine-year-old Hong's ear, "Uncle, today the Xinglong gang ruined the scene, No matter how you sing, there is no audience in this stage, I know the stage is too big, but you have to go to the hospital with your juniors and sisters first, I will take the stage!"

"Don't mess around!" Jiu Suihong's eyes darkened for a while.

"It's you, don't mess around! The whole theater troupe relies on you, what will you do if you lose them!" Sun Qiting felt a little relaxed when he saw him, "Even if father is here, he will definitely not let the uncle be so brave! "

Nine-year-old Hong was looking for a step, but she couldn't stand firmly for a while, and was supported by Sun Qiting when she staggered.

"Duan Tianci!" The stunned person shouted back.

Only then did Duan Tianci realize that he carried Nine-year-old Hong into the backstage with his brothers.

Li Rourou and Li Zhenzhen in the corner saw the person who was about to speak up, and helplessly dragged Liu Yang to the backstage to help carry him.

"When did this Longfu Theater become your Xinglong Hall's territory?"

Brother Sheng was playing handsome, Lin Yi sat on the beam leaning against Wang Qian and exchanged glances with the people on stage helplessly.

She is disgusted, but the one on stage is excited.

Okay, okay, I know that you have ruined other people's ears when picking up the plane, please don't look at me like that, you are not allowed to bend!

The one who broke him can only be Professor Shen, or Inspector Luo Fei! ! !

No one else can! !

Brother Sheng grabs the gun empty-handed, the live version is even more handsome~

"Wow, little brother Hu Qi is so calm, my boss won't move even after being kicked away, tsk tsk tsk, I guess I want Brother Sheng to yank and explode~" Wang Qian complained from beside her ear came.

Lin nodded, noncommittal.

"Your face, what's the difference between being ruined or not?"

Well, Brother Sheng is still that Brother Sheng, the one who can kill people with a word.

"It's time to whistle~"

Lin Yi twirled the flute in his hand, do you want her to mess with it too?

"Remember "A Laugh in the Cang Hai", Qianqian?"

"Yo~ Are you going to smash Brother Ting's field?"

"Not so~" He blew the flute at the end of Hu Qi's whistle.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the sound of the piano matches.

A song about rivers and lakes.

Lin Yi flew up and down the beam while playing the flute, while Wang Qian sat on the beam and concentrated on playing the piano.

It was the first time I saw this kind of exaggerated show operation with background music, and more than a dozen people were dumbfounded.

Lin, who was not very angry, put down his flute, and Wang Qian also stopped.

Lin Yi stood helplessly behind Luo Fusheng, looked at the few people who were motionless, and his hoarse and deep voice came to everyone's ears: "Will you still fight?"

Hu Qi naturally knew that the person holding the flute was one of the nine weirdos who had just joined the Hong Gang, and they were only two after all, so he said confidently and handsomely: "Fuck him."

"Hey, I have a bad temper!" Lin Yi was suddenly angry and wanted to run towards Hu Qi with his flute, but was stopped by Luo Fusheng and hugged him, "Who are you going to do? Brother Sheng is what you dare to think about?!!"

Hu Qi: I'm not me without you, don't talk nonsense with your broken voice! ! ! ! !

"Brother, send Lanlan Starway and the parents in the box back first." Luo Fusheng embarrassedly let go of Lin Yi, who was as quiet as a chicken after being ridiculed by Wang Qian, and put his hands on his hips as if nothing happened, "Xu Auntie Jia and Xingyuan just came back and stop splashing blood."

"Can you do it by yourself?" Lin Qikai put down his chair and asked worriedly.

"Can you remove the word "?" Luo Fu laughed, "And Lan Lan, you take the King of Five Senses with you."

"Why!" Lin Yi raised his hand and grabbed his ear.

It's as easy as pinching your face when you were a child~

"If you scratch the skin a little bit, my father won't kill me?" Luo Fusheng silently pointed to Luo Qingeng who came out of the box.

Hu·Background·Qi: Can you respect me a bit? ! !I'm going to mess things up! ! ! !I don't want to lose face? ! ! ! !

"What's the matter with the second head of the Guan family!"

"Aunt... that, King of Five Senses, do you want to go together?"

"You go with them, I'll just fight with you Brother Afu."

"Don't kill too many people." Hong Zhengbao left after saying this.

"Yes, foster father."

If Luo Qingeng, who was walking out behind Hong Zhengbao, didn't know that this was Lin Yihu's son, he might even be jealous of his own son and his prospective daughter-in-law.

"Once the show starts, there's no reason to stop it." Luo Fusheng hurriedly avoided his father's warning eyes, looked towards the stage, and nodded to the person he couldn't tell who he was, pretending to be serious at the same time. Said, "This is the rule of Longfu Theater, and it is also the rule of my Luo Fusheng."

Hu Qi: How did I not know that you are still a movie fan? ! !

"Fuck... move him!!!" The well-behaved Hu Qi changed his tone and changed his lines because he was afraid that this weird man would shout another nonsense.

Luo Fusheng kicked back, and kicked another younger brother who was rushing forward.

"Good!" Liang Chuan applauded.

Lin Yi thought he was going to help, but stood on the sidelines with his flute in his arms, and counted others to play.

"Are you watching a show?" Luo Fusheng took the time to look at the person who was about to be attacked behind him during the beating, and almost broke his voice in fright.

Luo Fusheng was suddenly unable to move like a lightning strike.

call out.

The jade flute had no sharp edge, but it sank straight into the body of the attacker.

Lin Yi, who had a ghostly figure, hurried over and took out his blood-drunk flute to join the battle, but he still didn't stop counting the fallen people.

Luo Fusheng laughed, he looked very much like his father, he relaxed and raised his fists.

The opponent who kills does not leave a piece of armor.

Panting and covered in blood.

But he laughed until he was in high spirits.

The two shook hands tacitly.

Wang Qian on the beam, and Yin Haoran, He Zhiying's jinyu sister in the corner, all sucked their molars in envy and jealousy.