"The music sounded, the gongs and drums sounded,

The curtain is slowly opening,

The phoenix crown moth eyebrows, the waist is thin,

I'll get into the play~

Raise your head and gaze, sing and moan,

Hate and love in the world~

If you are crazy, you are drunk, if you cry, you are complaining

Dementia and stupidity in the audience~"

After watching Li Changsheng's "Eight Hammers", I watched "The Drunken Concubine" again.

Cheng Qiaoyi was fascinated by it.

By the end of his play, Cheng Qiaoyi hadn't reacted yet.

Until the scene in front of his eyes changed.

Following Li Changsheng's side, Cheng Qiaoyi's position in the copy basically did not change.

Except for following him on the street and going to a bookstore at the beginning, there is basically no time to walk on the street.

But this time, Li Changsheng walked out on his own.

Cheng Qiaoyi felt a hint of tension in the calm air.

According to the script, it should be the scene where Li Changsheng was kidnapped by the thieves.

Cheng Qiao shook his head that he had just finished watching the play, and he was still a little unconscious, and carefully looked at the movements of the young man in front of him.

I saw Li Changsheng casually stopping a rickshaw with a rolled book in his hand.

He had a smile on his face, completely unaware of what was about to happen to him.

Sitting on the rickshaw, the young man's voice was low with a hint of impatience, and the sound of the reversal he heard when he first entered the dungeon did not seem like a person could say it at all.

"Master, go to the clearing behind the Hundred Gardens. ”

"Okay!" the rickshaw driver put the sweat towel on his shoulder, pulled up the car with both hands and immediately ran forward.

Cheng Qiao was slammed into the transparent wall, his internal organs were about to turn over, and he gritted his teeth and ran along.

"Master, are you on the wrong path?"

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know the location of Baihuayuan, but Li Changsheng still knew.

He couldn't help frowning as he looked at the gradually changing scenery around him, and reached out to hold the rickshaw master's arm: "This is not the way to Baihuayuan. ”

The master ran all the way, sweat dripping down, he picked up the sweat towel and wiped it casually, with a smile on his face: "Who said that this is the way to Baihuayuan?"

"Boss Tang, you sit down, I'll take you to see our chief now!" he said, and he couldn't help but speed up.

Realizing that something was wrong, Li Changsheng's eyes sank, and he said, "Are you pulling the wrong person? I'm not Boss Tang." ”

"Aren't you Boss Tang?" the rickshaw master's towing hand paused, pushed Li Changsheng, who was trying to come out, and said with a smile: "I watched you come out of the theater with my own eyes!"

Li Changsheng remained silent and asked, "Who said that the one who came out of the theater must be the Boss Tang you said?"

"Who doesn't know? Boss Tang is the least person in the theater!" The master laughed loudly: "I have been observing at the gate of this theater for several days! Everyone else except you has already come out several times! Who is not Boss Tang?"

As he spoke, he took off the sweat towel and turned around, and before the person behind him could react, he tied his hands directly.

"Boss Tang, I'm sorry, I'll tie you up first, lest you make some small moves!"

Li Changsheng tried to move his hands, although this sweat towel was not long, it was indeed tightly tied.

There is no room for him to maneuver at all.

"You were talking about Tang Wensi, Boss Tang?" he asked tentatively.

"It's not!" The rickshaw master glanced back: "Boss Tang, your play never sells tickets to us! This is the first time I've seen you!

"Then you have the wrong person!" Li Changsheng shouted loudly: "I am an innocent passerby!"

The rickshaw master didn't respond, and after a while, he said, "It's the place in front, I don't know if you are Boss Tang, but the people inside can recognize you!"

Feeling that the rickshaw master gradually began to slow down, Li Changsheng's eyes were full of gloom.

He swallowed, strained his legs, and jumped straight off the rickshaw.

Cheng Qiaoyi: "......"

This action is really a bit difficult.

Before Cheng Qiao could observe Li Changsheng's movements, he saw more than a dozen people instantly surrounding him from all directions.

At the head was a young man in a suit.

and Cheng Qiao's impression of the modern elite young man is not far behind.

"Aren't you Boss Tang?" he asked softly.

"I'm not!"

"So what rickshaw are you hopping on?"

Li Changsheng is used to acting, and when he said it, his whole body was trembling, and even his voice changed a little: "I haven't seen this kind of formation, I'm afraid!"

"Are you afraid?" the young man in the suit laughed, beckoning to the group of people with sticks around him to tie him up.

Li Changsheng fainted instantly.

Cheng Qiaoyi also fell into darkness.

When he saw the light again, he saw that Li Changsheng had already woken up.

He was tied to the bench.

His hands remained motionless behind his back, as if he had given up resistance.

Two tears have already been hung in front of him.

Although there was no third person in the room, Li Changsheng still spoke loudly.

"I knew that I should have listened to my family and not go to the theater!" Li Changsheng sobbed slightly: "How important is it to live in a drama!"

Cheng Qiaoyi: "......"

If he didn't know that the person in front of him was Li Changsheng, Cheng Qiaoyi didn't dare to guarantee that he would not be deceived by his performance.

But this also shows that his acting skills are good.

Cheng Qiaoyi observed Li Changsheng's performance, and Li Changsheng went through the ticket holders he had seen several times in his mind who had skipped class and came to listen to the play.

"What kind of Peking Opera do I vote for!" Li Changsheng cried with a handful of snot and tears, "I finally skipped class today, and I encountered this incident! Why am I so disobedient to persuasion!"

"Squeak-"

The door opened.

The man in the suit frowned, and he couldn't help but fall into doubt when he looked at the person in front of him who was crying fiercely.

He called the rickshaw master over: "Are you sure he is Tang Wensi?"

The rickshaw master glanced at him, stunned, and didn't dare to confirm it for a while: "Maybe...... Probably, right?"

"Rubbish!" the man in the suit kicked the rickshaw master.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to invite Tang Wensi to come over and sing in the hall?

The rickshaw master landed on the ground, and he also wanted to cry without tears: "I have been guarding the gate of the theater for so many days, and he is the only one who has only come out once!"

"Humph!"

The man in the suit snorted softly