After a play was over, the actors returned to the backstage and did not move for a long time.

The filming director and the camera teacher looked at each other, the host led the way, and they entered the backstage in a mighty way.

"What's the matter with my helmet?"

Xu Chunqiu opened the curtain and walked in, and before anyone could go in, he heard the sound of throwing the pot.

I saw the thirteen baskets sitting on the suitcase, the helmet let him take off and throw it on the ground, he held a purple sand handle pot with one hand, and poured tea into his mouth directly at the spout.

"Phew, it's scalding. ”

He grinned so badly that he was scolding the apprentice who was responsible for strangling his head before he came to power, "I can't do such a thing, just let you strangle your head and wear a helmet, you can do it for me?"

"What else can you do?"

It was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl who strangled his head, and she stood there aggrieved, her eyes as red as rabbits, and she only felt that she had lost face.

Thirteen spit out a mouthful of tea on the ground, only to breathe a sigh of relief, he was still sitting on the suitcase, and then scolded again.

The little girl was finally trained to cry and wipe her tears silently.

"You're still crying, you still have the face to cry here!"

The group of the "Pondering Like Grinding" program group poked there, neither advancing nor retreating, nor persuading nor watching, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Xu Chunqiu looked at the little girl, and couldn't help but open his mouth, "Are you a harlequin?"

She pointed to the suitcase where Thirteen was sitting under her ass and smiled.

But instead of reading the meaning of Xu Chunqiu's words, Thirteen turned his head and mocked: "Yo, I thought you were such a powerful character." ”

He stretched out his arms to show her what he was wearing, "I'm dressed so obviously, you can't see it?

With a beard on his cheeks, a jade belt around his waist, and a narrow red between his eyebrows, Xu Chunqiu could certainly see that he was pretending to be an old student.

So he spit out the next half of the sentence word by word, "Since you are an old student, isn't it a bad rule to sit in a suitcase." ”

The rules in the pear orchard line, raw, dan, clean, ugly, only harlequins can sit in the suitcase.

Old Man Fu has not been in the troupe for a long time, and the first few senior brothers and sisters with qualifications have been on stage again, and such things as taking apprentices have fallen on the thirteen heads, and over time, he has become rampant in the troupe, and he doesn't pay much attention to those exquisiteness in the background.

was pointed out by Xu Chunqiu now, but as if he had been stepped on by a cat's tail, he stood up suddenly, rolled his eyes and threw it to Xu Chunqiu, but he avoided mentioning the matter of his suitcase, "I'm here to discipline the students in the team, don't interrupt, stay where it's cool." ”

"Then you have to be reasonable and reasonable, so that it can be called discipline. Xu Chunqiu's smile faded, and his tone became heavier little by little, "In my opinion, you are shirking your responsibilities now." ”

Xie Lang turned his head to look at Xu Chunqiu, in the past when he was in "National Idol", Xu Chunqiu had always been amiable, even if he was squeezed out by his teammates in the same group, he barely said anything serious, but now he was cold and unexpectedly serious.

"Joke, why did I shirk my responsibility," Thirteen's voice rose up, "If this girl hadn't strung her head for me before she came to power, would I have taken my head and lost my helmet on stage?"

Peking Opera actor dropped his helmet on stage to make a head.

What exactly did the helmet fall off for, Xu Chunqiu knew better than him in his heart.

"The helmet flew out, it was not tied when the head was strangled, but you flew out with the water gauze net, but you didn't tie it well, and you can't complain about the little girl. ”

Thirteen made her poke at the pain point, annoyed and angry, and said angrily, "Don't open your mouth and close your mouth to point!"

"A layman, don't use those rules to press me. ”

"In this Fu family's class, I am the rule!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a sentence coming from outside the door, from far to near, louder and louder, "Is your surname Fu?"

Fu Nanxun opened the curtain and came from the front desk to the backstage, still holding a huqin in his hand and not putting it down.

Xu Chunqiu looked back and saw that it was a familiar face.

He nodded slightly towards Xu Chunqiu as a greeting, and then turned his head and raised his voice to Thirteen, "The head of the Fu family class at the front desk is the old man, and the boss of the Fu family building at the back desk is my father." ”

"What are you, here as the rules of the Fu family's class?"

When the filming director saw Fu Nanxun walk in, he was overjoyed, originally only invited Xu Chunqiu and Xie Lang, but now there is a Fu Nanxun out of the sky, and he earns one for nothing.

However, Fu Nanxun just went home and didn't have much time, and the old man kept pressing him, putting him in the music group to play the piano, and didn't give him prestige. ”

The next second, the curtain opened.

Three or two small footsteps, steady and heavy, Secretary Yu held the door curtain, and a rickety old man walked in.

Thirteen looked up, and his face turned white with fright.

Old Man Fu came in with his hands behind his back, his posture was stiff, but he was still in good spirits, he looked around, and slashed at people like knives, and Thirteen immediately shut up with a weak heart.

The old man hadn't been to the troupe in person for several years, and today the wind blew him over.

"Even if he is wasted in this life, he can't go on the stage, and he can't even play the piano," Old Man Fu said loudly, "This Fu family building is his son now, and it will be his in the future." ”

At this moment, Zi Thirteen finally coaxed, put out the fire all of a sudden, and never said a word again.

Old Man Fu supported Fu Nanxun, turned his head and put his own grandson aside, deliberately turned around and made a gesture to Xu Chunqiu, and said, "Poor management makes you laugh." ”

Where did Xu Chunqiu dare to accept a salute from this gray-haired old man, and hurriedly returned the salute.

The old man's eyes burned, "I listened to your "Drunken Concubine". ”

Xu Chunqiu paused for a moment, and then he reacted, he was referring to the three or two sentences of "Four Flat Tunes" that he sang in "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" before, so he said modestly, "The younger generation is ugly." ”

Thirteen heard the words "the concubine is drunk", and muttered a "tsk", and the yin and yang became angry, "Yo, sing 'powder opera'." ”

What is a powder play?

Thirteen said that "The Drunken Concubine" is a fan play, which is also right and wrong.

Classic dramas such as "The Drunken Concubine", "The Dragon and the Phoenix", and "Zhan Wancheng" have all been labeled as fan dramas, but if they really win with vulgarity, how can they be passed down to this day.

Xu Chunqiu was not annoyed when he heard this, he just smiled and fought back, and opened his mouth as if he was shaking a thousand pounds.