Whew..'

The shopkeeper at the door took a long breath, but immediately held back his next breath under the condemnation of the onlookers who turned his head to listen to the play because he was panting too loudly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

His boss finally heard how much difference he had between him and others, right?

From now on, I will be able to perform in person again.

But before the shopkeeper could rejoice for a long time, Gu Zheng, who had already finished singing a short excerpt over there, turned smoothly and stopped.

This pause was amazing, and the people on the side blew up like a cat that hadn't seen meat for many years.

"Little sir, keep singing, where is this? At least finish singing this excerpt!"

"That's it! We just listened to a few words, and we are very interested, you can't go up and down like this, it's not kind!"

The crowd was passionate.

And Gu Zheng, who was standing at the base of the wall and singing with dedication, was also startled after seeing this situation, my obedient man, he had already overestimated the basic skills of the original owner, but he didn't expect him to underestimate the potential and energy of this body.

Look at the current reaction, the trend of proper heartthrobs.

If this is cleaned up neatly, the line on the stage is set up, and an excerpt from Xiaosheng is played, won't this street be crushed by his performance?

But Gu Zheng's current state, he really doesn't have the spirit to continue, singing, it's also a personal work, okay!?

Just those two lines of singing just now are already his limit, hungry, almost hungry.

No matter how passionate the voices of the masses are, Gu Zheng can only bow his hand apologetically: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's getting late now, brother, there is still an urgent matter at home." ”

"I hope you will be considerate, this street is the only way for me to return home, and if there is a fate in the future, everyone will also like to cheer, and I will perform for everyone to have fun. ”

"Life is not easy, raise your noble hand, please make a way, let me go first!"

People outside the circle, looking at the young man on the wall, his clothes are shabby, but his waist is still straight, his words are sincere, but he has his own arrogance, and they can't help but admire, and their brains make up countless versions of grievances and hatreds, love and hate entanglements.

Only the story of ups and downs can be worthy of the life of a rickshaw driver who can sing a good show, right?

Thinking of this, people outside the circle spontaneously gave up enough exits to pass through one person and one car, but when Gu Zheng slowly pulled the rickshaw up from the side of the wall, they began to donate generously.

You take out three coppers, and I will give five.

The spare change from buying soy sauce, which was originally intended to go to a shadow puppet show to pass the time, is now invested in the back seat of the rickshaw pulled by Gu Zheng.

"Don't be too little, take it and drink a bowl of oil tea!"

"The singing is awesome! We are also people on the scene, how can we listen to white opera without paying?"

Looking at the faces around them who have experienced the vicissitudes of life, although they are tormented by the weight of life, they still do not lose their pursuit of beautiful things and happiness.

In the unchanging life of these people at the bottom, they also need a touch of surprise, a little surprise, a half-point accident and a reversal of the plot to add some fun to life.

What's more, the people who made them feel so many emotions were also from the toiling masses and from the most inconspicuous of ordinary people, just like them?

We also need a star, from our side and from life.

With the blessings and friendly gifts of the people around him, Gu Zheng, who was a little moist in the corners of his eyes, suddenly felt that the exhaustion in his body had been swept away, and his life seemed to have a bigger rush, and he was full of strength.

"Thank you, thank you, if you like it, I'll come here to give you a paragraph when you have time. ”

"That's what you said!"

"I like it very much, I once listened to the big opera sung by the Xiangruiban in Beiping City outside the city wall of Prince Gong's Mansion, and you are not worse than the reddest horn in it!"

"We're waiting for you."

"Alas!"

Before Gu Zheng's words of greeting him fell, a person suddenly blocked in front of him.

"Wait! They let you go, did I let you go?"

When the sound of this very provocative sentence came together, the originally noisy farewell scene around it instantly quieted down.

Xiao Er, who had been watching the lively shop outside the venue, looked at it closely, and quietly covered his face with the white towel hanging around his neck.

The one blocking Gu Zheng's way was the owner of his unreliable tea garden.

This second ancestor, who has not brought half a cent of profits to his own business since the tea garden was opened, is now squinting his eyes and waist, lying across the middle of the road, glaring angrily at Gu Zheng.

"I say......." Nishizu's tone stretched for a long time......

"This little brother, what do you call it? Why do you sing so well in your play, who do you say you studied from, where you live, what genre you have, and what your qualifications are...... Let's talk about it...... You mean, you!!"

At the beginning, those questions were like selling fried beans on the side of the road when they were about to come out of the pot, the beans jumped out of the pot, and they suddenly spat out from their mouths, but when they said the last sentence, the second ancestor's drama addiction flared up again, and he directly changed to a singing style of dragging and pulling the tune.

The shouting of the broken gong was comparable to a weapon of mass destruction, and the onlookers who originally wanted to step forward to help Gu Zheng dispersed two meters away in an instant.

Gu Zheng was the one who was hurt the most, and after a short period of dizziness, he also gave the other party a simple and rude salute in return.

"Can you manage it? grandson! Get in your uncle's way!"

The saliva spat directly away, and when the other party's alert head flashed away, Gu Zheng took a kick: "Good dogs don't get in the way!

'Smack'

kicked the girl to the ground.

That's it, call it a day, and go home!

Because of Gu Zheng's flowing water, the movements of Wu Sheng on the stage shouted in unison.

"Okay! Kick him to death, my ears are almost deaf!"

The owner of the tea plantation, who releases noise here every day, is angry.

Gu Zheng, who was about to slip away after the fight, suddenly felt that his body was extremely resistant from the root of his thigh, and he couldn't move even half a step.

He subconsciously looked down and saw that the second ancestor who had been kicked on his face with a sole mark was now hugging his thighs, making him stunned and unable to move.

"No! You can't go! I won't let you go! You haven't given me an answer yet! How can you do this to me!"

This situation made Gu Zheng, who had watched many bloody TV series, feel bad.