Liang Fusheng's first visit to the Peking Theater came unfortunately.

He bypassed the crowd outside the building and rushed to pay for the ticket, and walked up to the second floor.

The tea boy carried a pot of sweet Biluochun and brought it into his private room along with melon and fruit snacks.

There was a commotion at the entrance, Liang Fusheng picked up a sunflower seed, pointed downstairs and asked, "What's going on?"

Tea boy put a towel on the crook of his arm, he poked his head out to look at the first floor, and said with some complaints: "Why is Watanabe again, it's the third time this month......"

"Watanabe?"

Liang Fusheng asked rhetorically.

I saw a bearded man in military uniform downstairs shouting in broken Chinese: "You guys are out of line." ”

"I'm entering by ticket, so why aren't I welcome?"

The tea boy explained to Liang Fusheng in a low voice: "The one surnamed Watanabe, it seems that some Japanese officer with a high status has rushed to our Beiping Theater and asked Boss Qu to drive him out several times. ”

As he was talking, he saw a person dressed in a pink costume, with a curtain on his head and walking out.

Qu Jinghong raised his head, raised his eyebrows and eyes, and said loudly: "Our troupe has no rules, it just doesn't sing for the Japanese." ”

"Drop-off. She threw down a sentence coldly, and without looking at Watanabe, she went backstage.

Liang Fusheng was angry, he picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, and praised with emotion: "The bones are quite stubborn." ”

He was sipping melon seeds while waiting for the show to start, but before the play arrived, there were two knocks of "knock" outside the door of his box.

Yu Shu probed his head and jumped in, sat down opposite the Eight Immortals Table and said, "I feel like you when I look at it from afar, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

"Little Er, add another pot of tea. ”

Liang Fusheng put down the melon seeds in his palm, hugged his arms and said, "I take the liberty to ask, Young Master Yu is going to rub my private room?"

Yu Shu smiled wryly: "Don't be so angry, how can appreciating art be called rubbing." ”

"Boss Qu's tickets are selling so well, and the box tickets on the second floor will be gone for a while. He rolled his eyes and said flexibly, "You are a high-achieving student who has studied Shakespeare and Chaplin, and you can't understand the play, but you can still talk to you when you sit with you, and you don't even know where to shout when you can shout." ”

A beam of light sprinkled above the stage, and Yu Shuqian leaned forward and said excitedly: "It's started......

Liang Fusheng pushed the teacup on the table to him, and it was regarded as agreeing.

The sound of silk strings and gongs and drums sounded, and the originally noisy audience quieted down for a moment, and a glamorous face could be faintly glimpsed under the red gauze curtain.

The voice was sometimes clear and high-pitched, sometimes roundabout and tactful, and the audience boiled again, throwing colorful heads up one after another.

Liang Fusheng really didn't understand the play, he watched it while he was temperamental, and he listened to it lively.

The audience under the seat was sometimes excited, sometimes they hid their faces with tears, and their hearts were lifted to follow the plot on stage, and their souls seemed to be hooked away by Qu Jinghong.

He saw Yu Shu take out a few silver dollars from his pocket and wrap them in paper, and was about to throw them on the stage, so he hurriedly blocked and said, "Are you going to throw them on the stage?"

Yu Shu nodded: "You don't understand this, this is called Caitou." ”

Liang Fusheng said worriedly: "How disrespectful?"

"What is there to respect or disrespect, the color heads are thrown on the stage like this," Yu Shu said with a smile, "I'm afraid you're stupid when you stay abroad, don't reason with me about Mr. De and Mr. Sai." ”

He wrapped the silver dollar and threw it on the stage violently, and the weight wrapped in red paper landed accurately at Qu Jinghong's feet.

Liang Fusheng trembled in his heart: "Then what if I hit someone?"

Yu Shu said as a matter of course: "Don't do it, of course you keep singing, is it possible that it stopped because the color head hit your body?"

Liang Fusheng understands that these singers look like they are beautiful on the stage, but in fact, none of these people in the audience treat them as human beings, they are just things for people to amuse.

"You don't throw one?"

Liang Fusheng shook his head: "I'll wait until I get out of the play to send her backstage." ”

Yu Shu wanted to speak and stopped, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and stopped persuading him.

......

The show ended, Liang Fusheng touched up and down, gold rings, silver watches, enamel snuff bottles, left and right to find out the girl's preferences, and finally thought about giving silver dollars more practically.

He took care of the master Wu who was in charge of the theater garden, and found a way to enter the backstage.

The silver dollars were stacked in rows and placed in the tray, and Liang Fusheng knocked twice on the door gently.

A crisp response from the inside: "Enter." ”

Qu Jinghong was removing her makeup in the mirror, she saw Liang Fusheng's figure in the reflection of the mirror, and turned around a little suspiciously.

"Is that you?"

She washed off the red makeup on the stage, and it was not as quiet as holding plum blossoms in the banquet hall, and her eyebrows and eyes were vivid as the girl who kicked the cat in the dim alley.

Liang Fusheng put down the heavy silver dollar in his hand, took off the silver watch on his left wrist and put it on the tray and served it.

Qu Jinghong twisted his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"It's just a small courtesy, not a respect," Liang Fusheng leaned over slightly with the romance of a French man and the demeanor of an English gentleman, "Please Miss Qu smile." ”

What responded to him was a rouge box that came to him.

Qu Jinghong sneered, and stood up coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Before Liang Fusheng, countless well-dressed beasts had given light or heavy gifts in the same way, wanting to take her out of this theater to do some despicable pickled things.

People always think that they are all the same ninth-rate, and the actors and bitches are the same.

"I'm a singer, not a meat seller. Her voice suddenly rose higher, "If you are looking for fun, you go to the Bada Hutong to find a girl who sells laughter." ”

The rouge box smashed on the ground with a crisp sound, shattering to shreds.

"I only accept lottery heads, not prostitution fees. ”

Only then did Liang Fusheng figure out why Yu Shu stopped talking when he heard that he was going to go backstage to see Qu Jinghong.

"Miss Qu, you misunderstood. ”

Pastel and oil paint bloomed on his body, and in a short time, his long and elegant trench coat was dyed in all colors.

"I just think it's disrespectful to throw the color head on people, so I thought about giving it to you in person, I really don't mean anything else. ”

Qu Jinghong's action of throwing things stopped, and the oil paint in the makeup box had been smashed by her.

Only then did she realize that she had been wrong, and she hung her arm in disagreement.

Master Wu followed half a step late, and as soon as he entered the backstage, he saw Liang Fusheng's colorful coat, and apologized again and again: "Eh, I'm really sorry for Young Master Liang, Boss Qu, she has been stimulated before......"

Liang Fusheng took off his coat and still said softly: "It's okay, it's all a misunderstanding." ”

Qu Jinghong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his face to look at him.

Since the things were delivered, Liang took his leave first. ”

Liang Fusheng stepped on the oil paint splashed all over the ground and walked out, leaving Qu Jinghong alone in annoyance.

Will this person not come in the future?

She screwed up again.