At the entrance of the alley opposite the Rongchuntang Theater, a tall man with a beard on his face was on crutches and a thick plaster on his right leg, looking at the entrance of the theater opposite where the tickets were being checked.

Behind him, an unusually handsome young man wearing a moon-white robe, a pheasant feather on his head, and a red cherry blossom gun in his hand, was quietly waiting.

"Senior brother, what is Rong Chuntang singing today?"

Cheng Xiaolou shook the feather on his head, which was more than five feet long, and asked with a sideways look.

"It seems to be Penglai Immortal. ”

Duan Lanquan glanced at the eye-catching poster at the door, and replied without looking back.

"Penglai Immortal, it turned out to be the play between the senior brother An Tiankui and Xiao Lanyu, no wonder the entrance of the theater is so lively. ”

Cheng Xiaolou casually played a beautiful gun flower, and there was no worry on his face.

"Now the huge Taihe Spring Opera Troupe can handle this Penglai Immortal. ”

Duan Lanquan pursed his lips disdainfully, and a trace of solemnity and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

He is also from the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, and he knows very well that it is precisely because he has no yards in the town that Senior Brother and Xiao Lanyu have worked this Penglai Immortal.

The two used to practice until midnight, but now they have performed on stage dozens of times, and they have already eaten this play thoroughly.

"Xiaolou, if Wu Mantun agrees to play the show, there is a chance that the senior brother and Xiao Lanyu will come on stage to sing Penglai Xian. ”

Looking at the group of fans who walked into the theater garden, Duan Lanquan suddenly felt a little bottomless.

In just a few minutes, he saw about two or three hundred people enter the theater.

An Tiankui and Xiao Lanyu's play has been acting for more than half a year, and it is still so popular, which is already very revealing.

Duan Lanquan still remembered that this Penglai Xian was a play that Wu Mantun had spent a lot of money to ask a playwright in the capital who was said to be very famous to write a play specially for the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe.

Penglai Immortal may not be a big deal in a place like the capital where there are horns everywhere, but in Mianshan, which is an acre of three points, it is the number one yard in the row.

Although Cheng Xiaolou has been acting very confident in the past few days, Duan Lanquan's heart is still full of worries.

has no yard and no team, and he only wants to win Wu Mantun's drama troupe single-handedly, is it possible?

"I've guessed this a long time ago, although Penglai Immortal is not bad, but it's only a third-rate yard, so don't be afraid!"

Cheng Xiaolou smiled confidently, and a strong battle intent flashed in his eyes.

He also has the memory of Penglai Immortal in his head, and such a drama is placed on the earth, which has inherited countless classics, and it is estimated that it is not even third-rate.

The world attaches great importance to the protection of intellectual property rights, and piracy dealers are almost extinct.

Take Peking Opera as an example, if anyone dares to perform the repertoire without the authorization of the owner of the repertoire, it is a serious infringement, and the amount of the fine can scare people to death.

If the circumstances are serious, you will face jail time!

Those who can be well-known are not holding a few high-quality dramas that the audience loves.

Those who hold the play in their hands will hardly authorize anyone to perform their own plays, and whoever wants to watch his plays can only buy tickets to go to the theater where he is located to watch the scene except for paying to watch it online.

There is no other way.

The Taihe Spring Opera Troupe can have a Penglai Immortal at the bottom of the box, which is already very awesome in a small city like Mianshan.

Many small opera troupes can't even come up with a play of their own, and can only rehearse old plays that have passed the deadline of the intellectual property protection law.

This is just like those rookie singers in Cheng Xiaolou's previous life who sang "Dongfang Hong", even if they sang well, not many people may like to listen to it, let alone spend money to buy tickets to listen to the scene.

Since childhood, my ears have sounded cocooned, who is still idle to waste that time and spend that unjust money.

Unless, it is those corners who are popular all over the country who are willing to lower their worth and come to Mianshan to open a special show to sing old operas.

"Xiaolou, I still don't know the bottom of my heart, which one are you going to sing this time?"

Duan Lanquan has asked this question more than once, but every time Cheng Xiaolou is silent, only saying that it is a new drama that no one has ever sung.

"Senior brother, just put your heart in your stomach, and you will naturally be able to hear it on the day of the play. ”

Cheng Xiaolou smiled, but still refused to confide half a word.

It's not that he doesn't trust Duan Lanquan, it's because this Seventh Senior Brother is too straightforward, and his joys, angers, sorrows and sorrows are all written on his face.

Cheng Xiaolou was just worried that he would be too excited after listening to the play he had prepared, and when the time came, he would fall into Wu Mantun's eyes and suddenly change.

"Okay, okay, I don't ask, I don't ask. The scene on the opposite side is almost open, do we really want to break in in public and write a war letter?"

Duan Lanquan glanced at him sullenly, and suddenly saw that the two ticket inspectors at the door of Rongchun Hall had packed their things and were about to close the door.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, and it was already 2:26, and there were only four minutes left before the theater started.

"Since you've already come, there's no reason to go back!"

Cheng Xiaolou raised his head and straightened his chest, shook the pheasant on his head, and strode towards the theater opposite with a gun in his hand.

"Damn! Xiaolou, you wait for me!"

Duan Lanquan burst out with a foul mouth, and limped after him with a crutch.

"Yo, isn't this the seventh master who has been burned, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I almost can't recognize you. ”

"Ninth Master, you are dressed up, how can I remember that there is no play with you today. ”

Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan, one wearing a pheasant feather and holding a flower gun, and the other was unkempt with a cane, laughing and joking across the two Wentang, who were temporarily in charge of ticket inspection.

These two guys looked at Cheng Xiaolou very obscenely, especially the guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks on the left, who kept staring at his buttocks.

"Get out of the way!"

Duan Lanquan glared at the two of them in disgust, and was about to break in with a crutch.

Today was originally here to smash the field, and he didn't have time to talk to the two watchdogs.

"Phew! a dead cripple who has been burned and covered with rolls, and he dares to shout in front of his master, he really takes himself as a corner. ”

The man who was on par with Duan Lanquan spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, his face full of mockery.

"Let's go, the play is about to start, talk to the lame and the ass seller, you don't want to lower your identity. ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy glanced at Cheng Xiaolou one last time, and said loudly in a deliberately thick voice.

"! I'm going to kill you!"

Duan Lanquan heard these four words of selling his ass, and with a roar, he picked up the crutch and was about to go up desperately, but he forgot about the fact that he had broken a leg in a hurry, and as soon as he took two steps, his body was crooked, and he fell to the side uncontrollably.

"Senior brother, be careful, don't fall. ”

Cheng Xiaolou's eyes were quick, and he rushed up with an arrow step to hold him steadily.