Before the start of the play the next day, Qu Jinghong sat in front of the dressing mirror backstage and worried.

When she smashed the beam, she fell boldly, and most of the oil paint and rouge were ruined by her, and she was about to be useless.

"Boss Qu, it's time to play. ”

Qu Jinghong sighed, raised her hand and closed the makeup box with a "snap", she lifted the hem of the costume and walked onto the stage.

The sound of the silk strings and the huqin lifted her voice, and she raised her eyes, her eyes lit up with affection.

"Okay, good horn!"

"It's worthy of Boss Qu, just this voice is worth the ticket money. ”

"This section is sung beautifully, and the entire Beiping City can sing this paragraph so beautifully, and there is only one boss of the song. ”

“......”

The audience cheered, and the seats vied to throw colorful heads on the stage from all directions.

Qu Jinghong's gaze suddenly stopped at the most eye-catching box upstairs, and he came again.

He still wore his hair behind his back like an English gentleman, and he still couldn't understand the play, and he didn't throw his colorful hair as usual.

I don't know if it was because he noticed her gaze, Liang Fusheng put down the melon seeds he was holding in his palm, raised the teacup and tapped it lightly in the air.

- I just think it's disrespectful to throw the color head on people, so I thought about giving it to you in person.

Qu Jinghong quickly looked away as if burned, and his heart trembled slightly.

The show ended, and Liang Fusheng once again found the master Wu of the Peking Theater.

Class Master Wu still remembered that Qu Jinghong was splashed with oil paint on his coat, for fear of offending this Young Master Liang, he was very worried and didn't dare to accept the banknotes he dotted: "How embarrassing is this, fortunately, you are magnanimous and didn't bother with our Boss Qu." ”

Liang Fusheng carried a cinnabar lacquer box and smiled slightly: "I want to meet Boss Qu, I don't know if it's convenient." ”

Master Wu nodded and replied again and again: "Convenient, of course convenient, it's better to go back to that room, please ......"

Liang Fusheng knocked on the door for the second time.

"I thought you'd never come to my show again. ”

Liang Fusheng's gaze crossed her shoulders and landed on the dowry box on the dresser.

The bottles and cans inside were sparsely stacked, and it was roughly estimated that at least half of the pastel and oil paint were folded on his body. There was a rouge box spread out on the countertop, and even the rouge on the lid was wiped clean.

When she smashed it, she was bold and happy, and when she put on makeup, she realized that she didn't have to use it.

Qu Jinghong noticed his gaze, blocked it with his body a little embarrassed, and pursed his lips gently: "There is no such shabby ...... on weekdays."

Liang Fusheng: "It's all smashed on me?"

Qu Jinghong stared at the flowers on his embroidered shoes with a red face.

The dark cashmere coat was completely scrapped, and the maid at home, Mama Zhang, was distressed when she saw it, but instead of being annoyed, he found it interesting.

Liang Fusheng put down the cinnabar lacquer box in his hand and lifted the lid to show her.

“...... This is?"

Qu Jinghong realized that this was actually a makeup box.

Inside, all kinds of unopened oil paints are neatly stacked, and on one side is a blue and white, red porcelain box, which contains fine rouge like rose paste.

"I thought about it before, you ruined all the rouge paint, what did you use when you went back to the stage?" Liang Fusheng said as if he had expected it, "I don't know much about drama, I don't know what to use and what not to use, so I just bought it." ”

"Yesterday's incident was not considered by Liang, these are considered as apologies, how offended, I hope the girl will forgive me. ”

The box of rouge oil paint given by Liang Fusheng was placed in the backstage of the Peking Theater, and Qu Jinghong always couldn't help but think of him every time he put on makeup.

The crimson color slapped on her cheeks, and for a while she didn't know if it was because of the smudge of rouge or her full girlish thoughts.

......

Qu Jinghong began to meet Liang Fusheng in various places.

The front hall and backstage of the opera garden, the tailor shop that makes costumes, and the fried sauce noodle restaurant that he frequents, it seems that his traces can be seen in the long streets and alleys of Beiping City.

"Rock sugar gourd, sell rock sugar gourd-"

The vendor selling sugar gourds was wrapped in heavy cotton clothes, and he walked through the downtown with a straw stack rack, dragging a long Beijing accent.

Qu Jinghong looked away stiffly, and the tips of his fingers retracted into his sleeves and walked away.

Before she could reach the corner, someone stood in her way.

"What a coincidence, Boss Qu, we met again. ”

Liang Fusheng handed the things in his hand in front of her eyes, the agate-like hawthorn was wrapped in syrup, and the crystal clear sugar wind was thrown so long that it almost touched the tip of her nose.

(Sugar wind: a small piece of sugar at the top of a rock sugar gourd)

Qu Jinghong narrowed his eyes like a cat: "Unfortunately, you followed me again." ”

Liang Fusheng has been abroad for a long time, and he has learned the straightforward style of Westerners, but he doesn't know how to flirt with the girl with a flamboyant tongue.

He smiled awkwardly as if he had been caught, and stuffed the sugar gourd into her hand without saying anything: "I just saw you staring at the vendor selling the sugar gourd." ”

"How can I have it," Qu Jinghong was poked in his heart, but he still said hardly, "I have my own money." ”

Liang Fusheng stretched his eyebrows and said gently: "Eat quickly, it's time to melt in a while." ”

Qu Jinghong tentatively grabbed the top hawthorn, and his cheeks were stuffed.

The syrup that has solidified is crunchy and sweet, and the hawthorn is a little sour and a little astringent after eating.

While eating, she walked idly and crossed the road behind Liang Fusheng.

The door of the café opposite is also plastered with a promotional poster of the Peking Theater, and a few small round tables are set up outside for customers to spend time.

Miss Shen Er sat decently in the open-air café, dressed in a dress decorated with lace, and was churning the coffee in the cup with a small silver spoon.

When she saw Liang Fusheng appear, she immediately stroked the hem of her skirt and stood up, her eyes lit up.

But when her eyes caught Qu Jinghong, who fell half a step behind him and followed him immediately, a small face immediately turned cold.

"Young Master Liang. ”

Only then did Liang Fusheng stop and greet politely: "Miss Shen." ”

Miss Shen Er's mind was full of alarm bells, she glanced at Qu Jinghong's body with great contempt, she clearly knew who she was, but she asked Liang Fusheng knowingly: "...... Who is this?"

Liang Fusheng pulled her to his side: "The boss of the Beiping Theater." ”

"Sit down and have a cup of coffee. Miss Shen Er proposed.

"Another day. Liang Fusheng politely refused, he took Qu Jinghong and said goodbye, leaving Miss Shen Er alone to look at the spot.

Qu Jinghong still followed Liang Fusheng half a step behind, bowing his head and nibbling on the sugar gourd without saying a word along the way.

Liang Fusheng turned around and waited for her: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Qu Jinghong shook his head and squeezed out a smile, "The hawthorn is a little sour." ”