Parallel world, Huaguo.

The First People's Hospital of Mianshan City.

"Why does my head hurt so much......"

Cheng Xiaolou suddenly opened his eyes, covered his head and slowly sat up from the hospital bed.

"Hey, I knew I wouldn't have swallowed gold and committed suicide, I ...... Ah......h

He clutched his head tightly and suddenly gasped, and a completely unfamiliar memory rushed into his mind, and the intense swelling pain made him scream uncontrollably.

Fortunately, this feeling as if it was about to burst his head only lasted for a few seconds, and as the uncomfortable feeling of swelling and pain disappeared, Cheng Xiaolou was speechless for a long time in shock.

"Oh my God, there really is such a thing as borrowing corpses to resurrect souls in this world. So, I've traveled to this parallel world that is very similar to Earth?"

Cheng Xiaolou's eyes widened in disbelief, and the initial shock was followed by a burst of ecstasy.

After receiving the memory of this eighteen-year-old boy with the same name and surname as him, Cheng Xiaolou had a general understanding of the world.

According to the memories of the original owner of this body, the country he is in now is a country where the development of entertainment has turned in another direction.

The development of Peking Opera has never been interrupted, and it has developed to a new height.

But the development of Peking Opera in this world is different from that of the earth, Mei Lanfang, Cheng Yanqiu, Shang Xiaoyun, Xun Huisheng, the four famous Dans have never appeared, and Yang Xiaolou has also never appeared.

Famous dramas such as "Farewell My Concubine", "Dingjun Mountain", "Night Run" and "Drunken Concubine" are respected by everyone in the pear orchard of the earth, and they are even more unheard of in this world.

But this world has produced a genius who combines the five dans into one, and the one who collects the masterpieces is called Da Qingyi, and there have also been Peking Opera masters who are not weaker than the four famous dans of the earth and the martial arts masters, and they have gradually formed corresponding factions with their own characteristics.

Moreover, the Peking Opera of this world is far beyond the earth in terms of stage art, lighting, props, costumes, etc., and watching a Peking Opera performance in the theater is very comfortable in terms of vision, hearing, interaction and atmosphere.

Perhaps because the trajectory of the world is different, people in this world prefer to be there in person and communicate with the performers face-to-face.

The famous Peking Opera actors in this world are far more well-known than singers and movie stars, because all the famous actors are sung one play after another, not by traffic, and many audiences who love them have seen their live.

Those top celebrities have countless customers, all of whom have their own unique skills and housekeeping skills, or they are the contemporary masters of a certain Peking Opera genre, with extremely high value and countless followers.

Compared with the earth, the level of ordinary servants in this world is higher, and there are many more people who eat this bowl of rice, even in small cities in the fourth and fifth tiers, there is a large wave of singers singing, and there are also individual singers who have become famous in the local area.

It's like every village has a village flower, every man in the village regards her as a dream girl, and if you put the village flower in the town or city, it may be nothing more than that.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and a very few are born beautiful, and even if they go to a first-tier city, they are outstanding beauties.

The same is true for the servant, if God appreciates the food, gives him a good skin, a good voice and a better acting talent, plus he is willing to work hard, even if he is just a "village flower", he will also have the opportunity to go to the mountain nest to become the flower of a town, or even the flower of a city.

It is precisely because of such a strong atmosphere that it has gradually formed a situation where each city has three or two opera gardens, or even more.

The number of theaters in the country is twice as large as that of movie theaters, or even more.

Rather than spending money to go to the cinema to watch the images on the screen, they prefer to ask three or two friends to go to the theater to watch the play, if there is money in their pockets to give hairpins or bouquets of flowers, the "singing" people may sing their names in public, so that they can make a little limelight, if they are lucky, they may be able to talk to the corner on the stage afterwards, take a photo, and talk about the play or something.

"It's really God's eyes, I didn't expect that my Cheng Xiaolou would waste half my life, and finally encounter such a big opportunity!"

After learning about these situations from the memory of the original owner of this body, Cheng Xiaolou sat on the hospital bed and clenched his fists hard, and he was extremely excited.

In his previous life, he was born in a Peking Opera family on the earth, learned opera at the age of six, and became obsessed with opera all his life.

Cheng Xiaolou's talent in the art of music is extremely high, and he has become the most optimistic rising star in the pear orchard industry after becoming famous as a teenager, and some predecessors in the pear orchard industry even regard it as Mei Lanfang and Yang Xiaolou second.

However, he was jealous of talent, and when Cheng Xiaolou had just made a small achievement, he suddenly suffered from a strange disease called "face abomination", which made his whole body tendons burst, his spine deformed, and his face was like a ghost.

The Peking Opera genius who has been difficult to come out of a hundred years was knocked off the altar in an instant, and since then he has been ridiculed and ridiculed, and he has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. But he never gave up his infatuation, and since he was a child, he was determined to pursue Peking Opera for which he dedicated his life.

Cheng Xiaolou has been walking in the pear orchard for 30 years, traveling all over the country, visiting the predecessors of masters all over the country, and constantly improving his Peking Opera attainments.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was always unknown, and the Peking Opera Company gradually declined with the development of the times, and he even wanted to accept an apprentice to pass on this skill, but no young man was willing to learn from his master who was not human, not a ghost.

Frustrated, Cheng Xiaolou committed suicide by swallowing gold, and finally passed through the other world and possessed the young man of the same name who was also born in Liyuan.

After receiving the memories of this body, Cheng Xiaolou learned that his predecessor was from a poor family, with a good skin, but his talent was mediocre. Since he was a child, he was passed by his parents to Wu Mantun, the owner of the Wu family opera troupe in Liyuan in Mianshan City.

Cheng Xiaolou in this world is handsome because of his red lips and white teeth, and Wu Mantun has trained him in Chaodanjiao since he was a child.

Wu Mantun had a very bad attitude towards these young men named Yizi, who were actually apprentices, and in addition to using extremely strict and rough methods to train them to learn opera, he treated them as long-term workers at other times.

The opera troupe run by Wu Mantun is all supported by free labor like Cheng Xiaolou.

Two days ago, Cheng Xiaolou appeared on stage for the first time, and was photographed by a wealthy businessman from other places because of his beautiful Tsing Yi appearance, and lured the head of the class Wu Mantun at a high price, intending to buy his first night.

That night, Cheng Xiaolou resisted desperately, and finally accidentally fell from the building, resulting in death, which just gave Cheng Xiaolou, who committed suicide on the earth, the opportunity to occupy the magpie's nest.

"That Wu Mantun is really a despicable and filthy villain, damn it!"

After knowing the cause of death of the original owner of this body, Cheng Xiaolou gritted his teeth angrily, and couldn't wait to slap the troupe owner named Wu Mantun to death now.

Although there are occasional drama fans in the Liyuan industry who are fascinated by the horns and fall into it to the point where they can't extricate themselves, some dignitaries and nobles even love some Danjiao to the core, so that they can't distinguish between male and female.

In the final analysis, that special feeling is born of drama, which is clean and worthy of respect.

A villain's behavior like Wu Mantun is simply a defilement of art, what is the difference between it and the turtle who pimped in the Qinglou in ancient times?

Cheng Xiaolou had been in the pear orchard for 30 years in his previous life, and what he hated the most was this kind of dirty business.

"Xiaolou, go with peace of mind, I will definitely help you avenge your revenge! Wu Mantun, a despicable villain, I will definitely let him get out of the pear orchard in disrepute. ”

Cheng Xiaolou's eyes were red and he slowly let go of his fist, and whispered to himself from the bottom of his heart.

Having made a promise to the original owner of this body, he vaguely felt that his body was a lot lighter all of a sudden, and even his headaches were alleviated a little.

Cheng Xiaolou had a strong premonition that the poor boy must have heard his promise.

"By the way, you don't have to worry about Senior Brother Seven, I will take good care of him in the future. ”

After a pause, Cheng Xiaolou's mind flashed a handsome face that was both strange and familiar, with a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

That night, in order to save him, Duan Lanquan, the seventh senior brother, was expelled from the troupe by Wu Mantun's subordinate Wusheng who broke a leg.

Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan have a total of nine brothers, all of whom have recognized Wu Mantun as their godfather since they were children, and worshiped under his door.

According to the rules of Liyuan Xing, even if Wu Mantun broke Duan Lanquan's leg, others had no right to say anything.

"You two push the body to the morgue in a moment. ”

"Xiao Wang, you immediately notify the family of the deceased, inform him of his death, and let the family deal with the aftermath immediately. ”

"Is it the handsome guy who sang the opera sent the night before yesterday and left, how handsome he looks, how can you say that he will leave, I also said that when he is discharged from the hospital, he will go to the opera garden to cheer him on. ”

……

A series of hurried footsteps and voices of speech were heard outside.

As soon as Cheng Xiaolou turned around, he saw four or five people in white coats and pink nurse uniforms pushing the door and walking in.

They were stunned when they saw Cheng Xiaolou sitting on the bed, and the young nurse who was the first to stare at him for a few seconds, and suddenly withdrew to look at the room number.

Seeing the words "No. 032" posted on the door, he folded back again with a confused face.

"You, you...... You ......"

The little nurse was like a ghost in broad daylight, pointing at Cheng Xiaolou trembling and unable to even say a complete sentence.

She clearly saw that the ECG had become a straight line just now, and she kept beeping and beeping.

And she was brave enough to touch his pulse and breath herself, and all signs indicated that he was dead.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Looking at a group of doctors and nurses who were in a sluggish state, Cheng Xiaolou asked with a cute smile.

"It's okay, I heard Xiao Wang say that you woke up, and I came here to give you a review. ”

The male doctor, who looked to be in his thirties, glared fiercely at the little nurse with a few cute freckles on his face, smiled and strode to the bedside.

The two mortuary workers pushing the cart also retreated with interest, leaving only a young doctor and the still confused nurse Xiao Wang in the ward.