At seven o'clock on Friday night, the Qianqiu Theater opened as scheduled.

A large number of spectators gathered early in the courtyard waiting to enter the theater, and even though it was a troupe that they had never heard of on stage today, the audience was still enthusiastic.

"Boss Du won't come to power today?"

"It's a pity, I'm here for him!"

"The team on stage today seems to be the first time to settle in the Qianqiu Theater, maybe it's a piece of buried gold!"

"Boss Du can't always be everywhere, the new team is good with the new team, and there is an old Dan in the new team who took the stage last week and sings very well......"

“......”

A young male drama fan was chatting excitedly with his companion, and in the middle of the conversation, he was suddenly slapped on the back.

"Who are you?"

He didn't remember when he had seen the man in front of him.

It was a middle-aged man who took his head, he had a greasy and obscene smile, and asked meaningfully: "You also watched Xiao Nie's live broadcast?"

"What Xiao Nie, what live broadcast?" the male drama fan avoided with a confused look and hid aside, "Inexplicable." ”

The theater staff with the work sign shouted at the ticket gate: "It's time to start the ticket check, please line up in an orderly manner-"

As usual, the staff tore off the tickets one by one, and inadvertently noticed that today's audience seemed to be a little different from the past.

At 7:25, Du Zigui walked out of the theater wearing a white gown, he didn't go on stage today, so he didn't put on makeup, and walked leisurely to the ticket gate with a plain face to take a look.

The audience has basically entered the venue, and only occasionally one or two belated fans come out of the door and hurried in, and the staff in charge of ticket inspection was idle, turned his head and saw Du Zigui come out, and greeted politely: "Boss Du." ”

"It's been so long, it's been hard. ”

"It should be," the staff said, and suddenly mentioned it to Du Zigui, "Boss Du, don't you think today's audience is a little strange?"

Du Zigui was stunned for a moment: "What's strange?"

"Eh, actually, I can't say much," the staff touched their heads, "It's that the audience in our theater is basically either an older person or a young man in his twenties." ”

"But today it seems that there are surprisingly many middle-aged audiences, and there are more male audiences than usual. ”

The audience who come to the Qianqiu Theater to watch the theater can be roughly divided into two parts, the elderly people come for the theater themselves, and the young people in their twenties are mostly trying to understand this art because of the star effect. Women account for the vast majority of star-chasing groups, even aside from those star-chasing girls holding Du Zigui and Fu Nanxun's lantern signs, the girls in the audience of the theater are also the absolute main force.

But there are surprisingly many middle-aged male viewers who come to see the play today, and it always makes people feel that something is not quite right.

The staff saw that Du Zigui had a solemn look on his face because of the sentence he mentioned casually, and quickly changed his words: "I just mentioned it casually, maybe it was just an accident." ”

The sound of silk strings and gongs and drums floated out of the theater building, and at 7:30, the show started on time.

Du Zigui hurried back to the venue, just in time for the first scene of the opening, the "Sichun" of "Zhan Wancheng".

I saw Nie Fuqian pretending to be Zou and taking small steps to the stage.

There are not many lyrics in this scene, mainly relying on the performance of body, eyes, and figure, showing the inner anguish and desire of a young and beautiful, widowed and beautiful widow on the stage, and there is a lot of room for play.

"The twilight of spring is long, the mind is uncertain, the sickness is lazy, the makeup is short, and the spirit is short."

"Su Luo sighed that his waist was lonely, and he lived up to his good years and lost his life."

At first, there was not much out of the ordinary, Nie Fuqian was worthy of being a disciple that Old Man Fu was optimistic about, although his throat was a little hot because of neglect of practice, but the taste came out.

With a few words of singing, she portrayed the image of this young and beautiful merry widow to the fullest.

Du Zigui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he really lived the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, this little Nie senior sister really just wanted to return to the stage to sing.

Who knew that the next moment, she twisted a piece of embroidered yarn scarf in her hand with both hands, shook it left and right, and grabbed one corner of the scarf in a charming manner.

Full of sexual innuendo.

There was a commotion in the audience, Du Zigui tightened his fingers slightly, and unconsciously grabbed the carved trunk in front of him.

In order to show the plot of Zou Sichun, biting the handkerchief and sticking out the tongue is nothing, I heard that Xiao Yang Yuelou sang "Zhan Wancheng" like this back then.

(Xiao Yang Yuelou: formerly known as Yang Huinong, male, known as one of the "Four Famous Dans in the South of the Yangtze River" in the Shanghai theater world)

Du Zigui kept convincing himself that maybe these were just for the sake of performance, or maybe it was just a coincidence.

But Nie Fuqian refreshed the lower limit of his cognition again and again.

There is a scene in "Zhan Wancheng" that describes the adultery between Aunt Zhang Xiu and Cao Cao, only to see two thin curtains half-covering and half-covering the stage, and the people on the stage are lying behind the curtain, leaving only a thin leg wearing embroidered shoes outside the curtain.

When the curtain is lowered, the audience can only vaguely see the two figures inside, and the legs exposed outside the curtain are either nervously curled up, or relaxed and stretched, bumping up and down, like waves, supplemented by a few occasional babbling sounds, which make the audience stunned.

The young girl's face was red, so embarrassed that she had no place to put her hands and feet, and the old man raised his hand to hide his face, unable to bear to look directly at this immoral scene being staged on the stage.

Only the greasy middle-aged men shouted and cheered, stirred, and coaxed.

They didn't care what she was singing, all they wanted to see was the beautiful scene.

The gauze curtain on the stage fell suddenly, Nie Fuqian was dressed in an overly cool costume, chest, back, thighs, waist and hips, except for key parts, the fabric on her body was pitiful, and a large area of skin was exposed.

She scratched her head in a high-pitched cheer, and Du Zigui only felt as disgusting as if she had swallowed a fly.

What do these people think of Qianqiu Theater?

A tight thread in his mind snapped, and he stood up in anger to stop.

"That's the end of today's play, you are not welcome at the Qianqiu Theater. ”

His voice was almost broken, and the veins on his neck twitched slightly.

The sound of the orchestra's silk and bamboo orchestra stopped, and the staff in the theater garden hurriedly lowered the curtain in front of the stage, ending the farce.