Due to Yang Wei's shameless troubles, Cheng Xiaolou had no choice but to postpone the meeting with playwrights Wu Yong and Li Jun first, and devoted all his energy to the creation and choreography of Peking Opera.

At twelve o'clock in the evening when the bet between him and Yang Wei was reached, the previous "Rap Face" was suddenly removed from the cover recommendation on the Voice of Liyuan page, and a play called "Sifan" was replaced.

On the recommended poster, Cheng Xiaolou shaved his head, wearing a costume with strong elements of nun and monk robes, his left hand was folded, and his right hand was holding a whisk, and his eyebrows were full of piety.

This afternoon, Cheng Xiaolou agreed to Yang Wei's extremely harsh conditions, and after agreeing to the gambling contract, the atmosphere was completely pushed to a climax.

All those who followed the matter wondered if he would be able to create three limited plays in three days.

Whether it is in the pear orchard world or others outside the circle, few people are optimistic about Cheng Xiaolou.

One is that I don't believe that he has such an amazing talent, and the other is that the time is too tight.

Normally, even if there is a complete script, it takes at least a week to get a play out.

It is almost impossible to create three plays in three days, and to complete one play every day on average.

But no one expected that Cheng Xiaolou's first play was created and recorded in less than ten hours, and it was successfully distributed on the voice of the pear garden.

All the people who saw the promotional poster on the Voice of Liyuan website were shocked and almost stared out of their eyes.

At about 12:10, when Yang Wei was about to sleep with a plump mature young woman in his arms, he was suddenly shocked by a phone call and lost his sexual interest.

"How is this possible!"

"It's only been ten hours, how can that kid have time to create and rehearse the first play. ”

Yang Wei, who received the call, seemed to be crazy, and directly threw the ripe little lover in the bedroom alone, and he himself forgot to put on pajamas, so he rushed into the study with his bare ass to turn on the computer, and logged in to the voice of the pear garden as soon as possible.

"Hiss~!"

As soon as he entered the first second of the Voice of Liyuan page, Yang Wei saw Cheng Xiaolou's bald head shaped propaganda poster.

Originally, he thought that the other party must have taken shit luck, and there happened to be a stock of Danjiao children's play in his hand that had not yet been released, but when he saw Cheng Xiaolou's appearance for the first time, he was shocked to realize that this play called "Sifan" must have just been recorded.

The reason is very simple, Cheng Xiaolou's "Rap Face" before, the photo on the cover poster is half a man and an ordinary woman, Yang Wei clearly remembers that he was short at the time, not bald.

As a drama critic who has been in the pear orchard industry for more than ten years, Yang Wei has already watched more than a thousand scenes, and he is naturally familiar with the shape and costume of the servants, and he can see at a glance that Cheng Xiaolou's bright bald head has obviously just been shaved.

"It took less than ten hours to make a new play, and I want to see what you do!"

Yang Wei sat on the chair with his bare buttocks, gritted his teeth with red eyes and slammed the mouse on Cheng Xiaolou's head, and instantly jumped to the preview download page of "Sifan".

"Damn, don't those people have to fucking sleep, it's only been ten minutes and there have been 6o million downloads, fuck!"

As soon as he entered the download page of "Sifan", Yang Wei was red-eyed by the rising number of downloads below.

Usually, video works are one dollar more expensive than audio works, and Cheng Xiaolou's "Sifan" is no exception, and the price of a single download of digital copyright is also set at 3 yuan.

In other words, in terms of digital copyright income alone, his new drama has sold almost 2oo in just ten minutes after it was launched.

Such a crazy and strong gold-absorbing degree, how can Yang Wei, a guy who loves money like his life, not be envious, jealous and hateful.

In addition to the rapidly rising number of downloads, what really made him ruthless was the comments below, which were all kinds of exclamations and compliments at a glance, and there was not even a single scolding comment.

"I really don't believe in this evil!"

Exhaled a strong breath of turbidity, Yang Weiqiang held back all kinds of complicated emotions in his heart, paid 3 yuan online, and clicked the play button.

"Are all the people who praise and marvel in the comment section blind, this set is extremely rough, except for a table and two chairs, there is not even a background on the stage. ”

This play goes straight to the point from the beginning, and even the introduction at the front is omitted.

In the first shot, Cheng Xiaolou had already appeared with a whisk in his hand, and the arrangement on the stage was just like Yang Wei sneering and mocking, except for a table and two chairs, there was nothing else.

"Once upon a time, there was a lotus monk"

However, after just a dozen seconds of prelude, as soon as Cheng Xiaolou spoke, Yang Wei's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were straight when he stared at the computer screen.

He didn't speak, but Cheng Xiaolou on the screen continued to sing with a whisk in his hand: "Save my mother from hell." How many roads are there in Lingshan? There are more than 108,000 zeros. There is no Buddha in the south, Amitabha!"

After the interlude of three gongs and drums in a row, I saw the extremely handsome Cheng Xiaolou Chu Chu pitiful, unwilling, and said with spring in the corner of his eyes: "Cut to be pitiful, and sleep with a Zen lamp." Time is easy to pass and urge people to grow old, and live up to the youth and beautiful boys. ”

"Xiao Ni Zhao's family, the legal name is empty. Since childhood, he has been a monk in Xiantao Nunnery, burning incense and chanting Buddha all day long, and when he comes late, he sleeps alone, so desolate people!"

What a fucking slut, look at that look at Sichun!

Yang Wei pursed his lips secretly, Rao was knowing that Cheng Xiaolou was a man, but he was still teased by the spring between his eyebrows.

"The little nun is twenty-eight years old, and her head has been cut off by the master in her youth. Every day, I burned incense and exchanged water in the Buddha hall, and saw a few children playing under the mountain gate. He looked at us, and we looked at him. He and us, hey, we share him, and they are more worried about each other. How could he have succeeded in marriage, so he died in front of the palace of the king of Hades, and he would grind it and cut it, and put it in a pot of oil to fry it. Burn your eyebrows, and look at your eyes. ”

What a shame!

After listening to this paragraph, Yang Wei's face had become iron-blue, but at this time, he couldn't do anything except grit his teeth and curse.

As a drama critic who has been in the pear orchard industry for more than ten years, he can naturally distinguish the good and bad of the play.

Although Cheng Xiaolou's "Sifan" is extremely simple in terms of set arrangement, after singing for more than ten minutes, Cheng Xiaolou is still the only one on the stage, even half of the people who play across the knife.

But from his professional point of view, this exclusive play is indeed a novel and traditional drama to the extreme, and the quality of the show.

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