Xu Chunqiu came down after some performances, estimating that the money in the guitar box was almost enough to buy firewood, rice, oil and salt these days, and the group dragged the staff who followed the shooting into the commissary, and the proprietress greeted her with a smiling face, and she was so attentive.

"Money?" she stuffed a bottle of soy sauce and a bottle of soy sauce into Xu Chunqiu's arms, and said while stuffing it back, "I don't want money." ”

"Give the girl a good voice, and don't charge your money. ”

After talking and laughing, I still couldn't help it, I took the money out of the guitar case, and I estimated that I would almost throw it on someone's counter, and run away, not like I was in a hurry to pay, but it was like eating a bully meal and not giving money to let the boss chase after me.

"Now I can understand why you went out early in the morning to hang your voice. Talking and laughing, while walking, he sighed, "This kung fu, you can't do it without ten years of skills, right?"

Xu Chunqiu grasped the wrong point, "Did I get up early and make too much noise, so noisy that I talked and laughed?"

"No, no," she hurriedly replied, adding an additional sentence, "I admire you this time, you said that if we didn't have you this time, how much suffering we would have to suffer!"

The audience watched this type of reality show in order to watch the stars suffer hardships, but unexpectedly, Xu Chunqiu flew away throughout the whole process, and the hardships were not eaten, but the whole team was nourished, which was more comfortable than a vacation.

But instead of frowning because of this, the follow-up director was also happy, she held the machine and looked back at Xu Chunqiu's performance in the camera repeatedly, as if she was covering some rare treasure.

Farming-type variety shows are always the same, the conflict is always that bit of conflict, and the sensationalism is always that bit of sensationalism, the audience has long been tired of watching it, and some tricks don't even wait for the plot line to progress, so people can guess the follow-up development.

And Xu Chunqiu is like the biggest variable in this show, this "variable" is praised, she broke the stereotype that stars in farming variety shows are always wasteful, she can collect firewood, make fires, and cook, and her survival skills are full in one go.

This alone is not enough, the director lowered his head and crossed his fingers and calculated, cooking and lighting a fire can cut a feature film, and selling on the ground can do another issue, the originally designed script has long been forgotten by her.

Xu Chunqiu's beautiful Peking opera has ups and downs and explosive points, and she can already imagine that after the show is broadcast, "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" will be entrenched on the hot search list for a long time.

invited Xu Chunqiu to participate as a guest, which was really a wise choice, the director thought happily.

"I know that you are a girl group, and if you want to write songs in the future, you can come to me. It's not polite to say this, she is really willing to write songs for Xu Chunqiu.

This child can get up at half past five in the morning to raise his voice, can sing Peking Opera so superbly, and also cooks a good dish, no, it doesn't matter, in short, this child is a manufacturable material at a glance, and it will definitely be a trend over time.

Good music is achieved by singers and producers, and Tan Xiao is willing to give her a hand, and the two of them support each other, causing a bloody storm in the Chinese music scene.

Fu Nanxun's gaze towards Xu Chunqiu became a little complicated.

He was born in a family of pear orchards, and he was held on his lap and taught carefully before he could walk. When he was a child, he was ignorant, he only felt that the babbling voices in Peking Opera were long and boring, and his sharp voice was as harsh and ugly as if his nails had scraped over a blackboard.

He left Peking Opera at the beginning and broke it crisply, and the things he had learned for so many years were all integrated into his blood and bones, and he didn't want it if he didn't want it.

But now standing at the corner of the street in the village, he took half a step back and stood behind Xu Chunqiu, looking at her graceful and graceful, curling Nana, and twisting her fingers like green onions, as if he saw himself who was put on a green coat and pushed onto the stage before he learned to walk neatly when he was young.

How much hardship does she have to endure to practice such a skill, Fu Nanxun quietly looked at Xu Chunqiu from behind, not thinking how beautiful it was, only feeling sore teeth. The pain that was almost forgotten in the buried memory came to the head, and the mere recollection made people break out in a cold sweat.

It hurts to tear your hips, it hurts to hang your throat, you take steps and turn your heels, the more you think about it, the more you feel the pain, the throat seems to have a rusty smell, your throat is swollen, and it hurts to swallow your saliva so much that it makes people frown. She's such a little girl with fine skin and tender meat, and how did she come over?

He listened to Xu Chunqiu's "Island Ice Wheel Beginning to Turn", and slowly, after realizing it, finally smacked some taste. He has grown up in a Peking opera family for 20 years, and under the influence of the old artist for many years, he has not understood the subtle and flamboyant beauty in those babbling dramas, and now he actually sees it in a little girl who is a few years younger than himself.

The emerald head, the embroidered costume, the bright red rouge, and the gorgeous makeup were all gathered under the dim light on the stage, but he only felt dull and boring, not beautiful at all. But today, there is no costume and no makeup, Xu Chunqiu is standing there so plainly, but Fu Nanxun vaguely touches the charm.

He still couldn't understand the words in the play, and he even listened to it with his guess for a long time, and he probably didn't understand as much as a village woman in this village who hadn't even read for a few years, but he felt as if he understood.

The voice seemed to be mixed with Yang Guifei's soul, and when he played "Guifei Drunk", he finally entered the play.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

How ridiculous, he let go, gave up, and fell out with his family.

How many years have passed, and he finally knows the taste of the marrow, but unfortunately this day came too late.

......

In the next few days, Fu Nanxun's expression was always a little trance, Xu Chunqiu and Zhang Sen took turns to ask several times but refused to say, only Tan Xiao guessed his thoughts, eighty percent of Xu Chunqiu's "The Drunken Concubine" hooked his soul, and he hasn't woken up yet.

As soon as the pace of life slows down, the days pass unconsciously quickly, and a trance has reached the time of parting.

Tan Xiao hugged Xu Chunqiu and cried so that his eyes were swollen like peaches, Xu Chunqiu shook hands with Zhang Sen and said goodbye, and finally turned to Fu Nanxun.

She stretched out her hand generously, but she didn't expect that a big boy of more than 1.8 meters on the other party would be scared.

"I especially like your play. ”

Fu Nanxun actually wanted to say much more than this sentence, but when a thousand words came to his lips, there was only such an unclear sentence left.

"Then I'm here to thank you for your cheers. ”

Xu Chunqiu bent his eyes, and didn't ask why, he clenched his fists and made a wave.

Say goodbye.