"Are you so sure that your little junior brother will definitely lose?"

Wang Ye pinched the cigarette butt with his index finger and thumb and took another puff, staring at An Tiankui without blinking and asking.

"If he wins, I'll give you a night pot in his mouth!"

An Tiankui secretly flashed a thick disdain, and directly said the words to death.

"You sit in the car for a while, and I'll go down and make a call. ”

Wang Ye frowned and was silent for half a cigarette, and suddenly got out of the car with his mobile phone.

Walking more than ten meters away, An Tiankui saw him put his mobile phone to his ear.

"If things don't work out, then he will still give me the remaining one million, and will he recommend me to go to the Peony Club opera troupe?"

Looking at Wang Ye who was talking on the phone through the car window, An Tiankui didn't have any bottom in his heart.

At this time, he couldn't help but pray secretly in his heart.

Of course, it is not to pray that Cheng Xiaolou can win Xue Yishan from the provincial capital by singing, but to pray that the predecessors of the pear garden who are witnesses are blind, and pray that the fans who go to see the opera today are all Cheng Xiaolou's support, or all of them are people who like the wind of Longyang.

As for Cheng Xiaolou winning Xue Yishan with his strength, he didn't think about it at all.

It's like hitting a stone with an egg, and a fool knows that it must be an egg that breaks, and no one will think that a stone will be broken.

In the Rongchun Hall Theater, Cheng Xiaolou, who An Tiankui said that if he could win, he would give his mouth to Wang Ye as a night pot, was carrying the skirt of the red wedding dress and costume under the attention of the audience, and was on the stage unhurriedly.

From the moment he appeared in front of everyone from the corner again, the voices that were still cheering and applauding for Xue Yishan's tiger jumping stream stopped unconsciously.

It's as if under Cheng Xiaolou's red wedding dress, there is a soul that comes out of the painting and belongs to the ancient lady.

Even the slightest disturbance is a blasphemy against her.

Cheng Xiaolou walked to the middle of the stage step by step, standing there quietly, his hands naturally on his chest, his face without sadness or joy, as if he was a delicate and beautiful wooden man.

The accompaniment sounded.

"When ......"

With a slight knock on the single skin drum, Cheng Xiaolou on the stage seemed to suddenly come to life, his eyes moved slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, and he bowed his head shallowly, and instantly became a bride to be married who was about to leave the cabinet.

The drums turned from slow to urgent, Yueqin together, Cheng Xiaolou pinched the orchid fingers and walked, the steps were very small, every step was delicate and gentle, and the audience seemed to see a pretty lady with a smile.

"I'm afraid that the flowing water will go away in the spring, and the same mood is different. ”

Cheng Xiaolou's lips opened slightly, his eyebrows moved with his fingertips, and everyone in the audience was stunned as soon as he opened his mouth.

His voice is ethereal and beautiful, gentle and beautiful, and there is a kind of soft and glutinous laziness, even if you don't see him and only hear his voice, a jade-like woman will naturally appear in people's minds.

And his pronunciation is very clear, full of Beijing rhyme, and his voice flows out slowly with the lyrics like a clear spring in the mountains, sometimes smooth and soft, sometimes rushing straight down, sometimes like tearing silk and brocade, and sometimes like a broken thread.

This novel and unique way of singing is the first time that even the seniors of Liyuan who sat in the first row of the audience heard it for the first time.

Everyone in the audience remembered Cheng Xiaolou's normal voice, which was thick and magnetic, although it was not the purest baritone, it was almost the same as a baritone.

But as soon as he opened his mouth to sing, his voice completely became the other extreme.

Xue Yishan, who was sitting in front of the mirror behind the stage and was removing his makeup, subconsciously stopped the movements of his hands when he sang the first word, held his breath and listened quietly.

After a few polite words on the stage, Dafang invited Cheng Xiaolou to perform on stage, and Wu Mantun, who returned to the backstage and lit a pot of cigarettes again, also held a pipe motionless and listened carefully with his eyes wide and ears pricked up.

When Cheng Xiaolou finished singing the first sentence, Xue Yishan and Wu Mantun stood up at the same time as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, and rushed behind the curtain in a few steps, even the thousands of audience members sitting under the stage and a few seniors in Liyuan who had a certain weight in Mianshan City couldn't take care of it, and suddenly opened the curtain, and both of them stared at Cheng Xiaolou who moved tactfully on the stage with shocked faces.

Not only that, but the other people who were resting and removing their makeup and changing clothes in the background also rushed to the back of Xue Yishan and Wu Mantun, their eyes widening one by one.

Cheng Xiaolou on the stage also saw the dozen or so heads with the same expression that broke out from behind the curtain, but he didn't care at all, and continued to sing with the accompaniment: "It's not that I'm looking for trouble for no reason, Ruyi Zhu'er didn't his hands, ah~~~ Hands didn't." ”

The word "" fell, and Cheng Xiaolou, who was standing on the stage, saw that many people subconsciously stretched out their hands, their mouths opened violently, and they were about to applaud when they saw it.

Then, no one shouted this "good", and everyone held back with great tacit understanding and didn't make a half-minute sound.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Xiaolou smiled lightly and gently bowed to the fans in the audience to show his gratitude.

Lianbu tactfully, scratched his head and looked around to the left and right, flicked his sleeves and turned around, and after taking a few steps back, he sat down gently.

Cheng Xiaolou sat down with this ass, whether it was Wu Mantun or Xue Yishan behind the curtain, or the people in the pear orchard or the audience under the stage, they all subconsciously looked under his buttocks.

Everyone remembered it clearly, not to mention the chairs on the entire stage, not even a single hair could be seen.

When they saw that Cheng Xiaolou's buttocks were empty, many people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, thinking that they were dazzled.

But after kneading it, I looked at it again, and there was still nothing under his buttocks.

At this moment, everyone, including Xue Yishan, was shocked again.

Zama stepped into the void and sat he could sit down, but he sat as naturally as Cheng Xiaolou, as if there was really a chair under his buttocks, Xue Yishan asked himself if he could do it.

"Is he really a disciple trained by Wu Mantun? This appearance, this singing skill, this kung fu ......."

Xue Yishan suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Mantun, who also spread his hands with a wry smile on his face in shock, indicating that he was also confused.

Cheng Xiaolou was born in a Liyuan family in his previous life, learned drama at the age of six, has outstanding talent, and has practiced hard for twenty or thirty years.

Bringing everyone's shock into his eyes, he continued to sing along with the accompaniment with his eyebrows and eyes: "Take a closer look, choose yourself, and the colorful clouds are floating on the lock bag." Who bought the bag, and quickly called Xue Liang to go again. ”