Chapter 130: Sifan

The head of the class came up with a smile and blocked Hu Kui's footsteps that kept moving inward, and said with a smile: "Master Hu, it's inconvenient for female dependents here, it's better to go to the front hall to have a cup of tea, and you're about to sing on stage, and everyone has to wear costumes and makeup......"

Hu Kui turned a deaf ear to his words, and walked in, his eyes were already staring at several pretty little ladies, and he couldn't wait to immediately go over and pinch the face of the puff.

Xing Shangrong and Zhu Wei were not as crazy and cheeky as him, so they only dared to hide behind him, secretly looking at the figures of the female singers, revealing their skin as white as snow, and their faces like pink makeup and jade.

The door curtain was opened, and Huang Danzhong had a worried look on his face, for fear that the three of them would make trouble backstage and it would not end well, so he walked in and persuaded: "Young Master Hu, the play is about to start, go back to watch the play." ”

The head of the class didn't expect this son to be so reasonable, completely different from these three frivolous people, and said: "This son is right, it's not too late to come and visit the famous characters after watching the play." ”

Hu Kui didn't listen to the words of the two of them at all, his eyes were fixed on a beautiful figure, the female girl was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, there was a maid behind her to help her comb her long hair, wearing a white undershirt, her posture was delicate, as thin as her hands could be held, her waist was like a willow, her jade arms were lightly raised, and her hands were as tender as green onions, gently tracing the low moon eyebrows, and her two eyes had the magic of charming, glancing at Hu Kui, it was like a shock on the calm surface of the lake, which made his heart melt.

Hu Kui touched his beating heart, and said secretly: "Is this the so-called love at first sight, this beauty is like a fairy descending to earth, I take a look, even if she dies immediately now, it will not be in vain for this life! Why did she look at me, this glance is still so meaningful, she must be in love with me, otherwise how can she be so affectionate, if I don't marry her, it will really disappoint this beauty, I am afraid that I will die of lovesickness, no matter how much silver, I must marry you home, my beauty!"

Hu Kui almost blurted out: "How much silver is this beauty, I bought the class master!" resisted the impulse to be straightforward, thinking about how to say this sentence in his heart.

"This little lady...... No, no, this famous actor, I don't know what role to play or what kind of drama to sing?" Hu Kui pointed to the famous actress who was as beautiful as a fairy.

The class owner was disdainful in his heart, this hooligan knew what kind of play, he just fell in love with the color of the famous character, but he didn't dare to reveal it, after all, this scene made a lot of money, so he squeezed and smiled: "This is the most famous corner of our Xianmen Mansion, today is singing the finale "Sifan", and the horn plays the color empty." ”

"Color...... What?" asked Hu Kui in confusion.

"Sekong!" the class leader sighed bitterly in his heart, if it wasn't for the money, he really didn't want to say a word to this straw bag.

"What...... "Hu Kui didn't understand, thinking that there was something wrong with the class master's accent, and the name was completely different twice.

"Sekong, it's the little nun Sekong, the common surname is Zhao, Zhao Sekong!" The class owner was a little impatient, but he had been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and he could meet anyone when singing, and he would not have a seizure.

"Oh, it's a nun, Sekong, that's a weird name. Hu Kui pretended to have a sudden realization.

The class leader secretly smiled bitterly and teased: "Hu Gongzi doesn't seem to be a person who loves to listen to dramas, this play is so famous, I haven't heard of it?"

"Si Fan", how can I not have heard of it? Doesn't it mean that the heavenly immortal Si Fan, the lower realm came to the mortal world, met the little nun Sekong, and fell in love with Sekong, the two of them are affectionate and lovely, shameless, and live together, right?" Where does Hu Kui usually like to listen to this kind of elegant repertoire, even if he listens to a play, it is also a lot of obscene and glamorous songs, which are not vulgar and unpleasant.

When the horned girl heard Hu Kui's nonsense, she actually laughed, covered her mouth and was happy, and glanced at Hu Kui again with a smile, and Hu Kui only felt that her soul was about to fly into that smile.

The class owner was also angry, too lazy to entangle with him, obviously "Sifan" tells the story of the little nun Sekong who has been a monk since she was a child, and when she reached the age of the beginning of love, she was tired of the boring life accompanied by the green lantern ancient Buddha, and wanted to go down the mountain to find Ruyi Langjun's story, how did it get to Hu Kui's mouth and become the story of the fairy Sifan's nether.

There is only one role in the whole play of "Sifan", the little nun Zhao Sekong, and the female singer needs to show the appearance of the little nun through her tone, expression and figure, and she can't overdo it, once it is excessive, it will become a gaudy Sichun, not Sifan, without a little bit of the reserve that a girl should have, so it is extremely difficult to act.

This is exactly the heroine's specialty, and it is her famous work, because she accurately grasps the state of the little nun Sifan, and can always perform the girl's mind like a spring wave and can be retracted and free to be reserved, which makes people can't help but be fascinated, and with the long singing intoxicated, I can't bear to make a trace of sound to destroy this beautiful realm.

Hu Kui didn't understand "Sifan", but he understood the beauty of this female singer very well, and his heart was hooked by her smile, and his footsteps couldn't help but walk over, even the class owner was powerless to stop him, so he had to shake his head with a wry smile and let him walk over stupidly.

The female girl turned her head and didn't look at him much, she raised her hand to paint the makeup on her face, and a look of contempt between her eyebrows clearly shone on her handsome face from the bronze mirror.

Hu Kui walked to the side of the female lady stupidly, wanted to reach out and touch the hair that exuded a faint fragrance, but held back, for fear of abruptly abrupt the beauty, and said in a low voice: "Beauty, I saw you at a glance, you are really a beautiful woman in the country and the city, even though I have been a prostitute in Wanxian Building...... No, I've seen so many beauties, you are the most beautiful, other people are not worth mentioning compared to you, they are all vulgar fans, as long as I see you now, I don't want to look at other women at all, I want to pick out my eyeballs and wash them at a glance, and I can only fit you in my eyes. ”

The maid next to her, who was combing the hair of the famous heroine, couldn't help laughing, then covered her mouth, turned around, and laughed so hard that her shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Hu Kui only cares about looking at that beauty, where does he care about others, not to mention what he has said, if he sees another woman, he will either pick out his eyeballs and wash them, or he will not know if he will pretend to go back.

The female singer couldn't help laughing, like a pear blossom trembling, the white silk dress shook gently, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on her chest, and Hu Kui almost drooled onto it.

The woman stretched out a pink carved hand, gently pushed him in the face, and pushed Hu Kui aside.

He felt that the hand was extremely smooth, like newborn skin, more tender than tofu, and he couldn't help but reach out and want to grab the hand, but the clever woman had already withdrawn her hand and let him catch it.

Hu Kui touched the face touched by the hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it again, as if the breath had been left on his face forever, refreshing his heart and spleen, and fragrant.