This sentence is really far-fetched, because compared to the ordinary drama, Zheng Qingyun only has a thin layer of oil paint on her face, which does not look exaggerated, but because of her fair complexion, she is even more beautiful.

Tang Muyan couldn't help but shrink back, but his arm was grabbed tightly by Pei Yuying, so he had to echo and laugh dryly.

Zheng Qingyun shook her head helplessly, it seemed that there was no way to get rid of this spoiled little girl, more things were better than less things, she had to keep her mouth shut and sit silent.

Pei Yuying saw that Zheng Qingyun didn't return the mouth, muttered a few words, and felt bored, so she pulled Tang Muyan around the backstage, looking around, touching the costume for a while, and fiddling with props for a while, looking very disgusted.

If it weren't for Zheng Qingyun's vigorous looks, Feng Siniang would have driven out these ignorant girls a long time ago, she endured and endured, and finally ran out of patience, opened her mouth and was about to drive people away, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the silk curtain being pushed open, and then a short-haired woman walked in backwards.

As he walked, he shouted outside: "Sanshao, hurry up, hurry up, it's the first time I've seen Kunjiao's opera troupe!" ”

Feng Siniang felt the green tendons on her forehead jump, and a wave of anger seemed to be surging from the top of her head - do these rich young ladies and sons all regard the backstage as a vegetable market?!

Before Feng Siniang could speak, Pei Yuying suddenly rushed to the woman's side, grabbed her arm and asked loudly, "Who did you just say?" Do you mean Xiao Sanshao? ”

The short-haired woman turned around and glanced at Pei Yuying, and said with a smile: "Who can there be in the three young men of Wucheng?" Nature is ......"

Before the words fell, Pei Yuying had already shaken her off, with a happy smile on her face, and drilled out as soon as she pulled the curtain, so fast that it seemed to be a gust of wind.

Pei Yuling nodded apologetically at Feng Siniang and Zheng Qingyun, and pulled Tang Muyan to leave the backstage.

The short-haired woman stroked her messy hair, looked at the shaking silk curtain, shook her head helplessly, then turned around and looked around. When his eyes fell on Zheng Qingyun, a trace of amazement appeared on his face. Just as she was about to rush in front of her, Feng Siniang stood forward and stopped between the two.

"Who are you?" Feng Siniang looked at the short-haired woman, and this time she didn't bother to be polite, and asked directly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

The short-haired woman smiled, "Hello, I'm Hua Peiyu, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me." ”

After speaking, he suddenly raised a black square object on his chest and pressed it in the direction of Zheng Qingyun, and suddenly a white light appeared, and the people in the entire backstage couldn't help but blink.

Feng Siniang suddenly became angry, "What are you doing?" ”

Regarding Feng Siniang's attitude, Hua Peiyu didn't care, and smiled happily: "Hehe, this is called a camera,"

After speaking, he picked up the camera in his hand and pressed it a few times to other corners of the backstage, and for a while, the entire backstage kept flashing white light.

"Of course I know you're holding a camera, and I'm asking you what you're doing!?"

"Take pictures......" Hua Peiyu looked at Feng Siniang's angry face in confusion.

Seeing Feng Siniang, who was about to explode her lungs, Zheng Qingyun stroked her forehead and sighed, walked up to Hua Peiyu, and smiled at her: "Hello, I'm Zheng Qingyun from Fengling's class, why did Miss Hua come to our backstage to take pictures?" ”

"I think it's funny!" Hua Peiyu looks beautiful and soft, but she looks very heroic because of her short hair, and she has a pure smile on her face, as if she has no distractions.

Zheng Qingyun glanced at the camera in front of Hua Peiyu with some embarrassment, and said gently: "Miss Hua, our Fengling class has an agreement with Master Pei that we will not accept interviews and take pictures. ”

"I'm not a journalist, you can rest assured." Hua Peiyu looked at Zheng Qingyun and Feng Siniang with some doubts, and added: "I just came back from abroad, and I am very interested in our culture of Greater China. ”

"Give me the film."

Hua Peiyu looked at Feng Siniang's outstretched hand suspiciously, as if she didn't understand what she meant.

"Miss Hua, maybe you don't know, our agreement with Master Pei is not to accept any form of photography."

“Why？” Hua Peiyu was even more puzzled, and asked loudly, "Why?" You are so beautiful, don't you want to be recorded? ”

Zheng Qingyun was wearing heavy oil paint and heavy buns, which was already very uncomfortable, and now he was repeatedly pounded by a few aristocratic ladies who were not familiar with the world, even if the mud bodhisattva with a good temper would not have any good color at the moment. But she still patiently explained: "Miss Hua, we don't accept our rights when taking pictures, please respect it, okay?" ”

Hua Peiyu turned around a few times with big eyes, quietly took two steps back, took off the camera and stuffed it into her backpack, and said with a playful smile: "Boss Zheng, the camera is a personal object, but it can't be given if you say it!" ”

"You ......" Feng Siniang heard this, and almost burst into fire in her eyes, she was also known for her hot temper, if it weren't for not wanting to delay the performance later, she would have been furious.

Hua Peiyu stuck out her tongue at Feng Siniang, with a smug smile on her face.

Zheng Qingyun only felt that there was a flower in front of her, Feng Siniang had already rushed past her to Hua Peiyu's side, she secretly said "not good", she just wanted to pull, but she didn't expect to trip over the foot of the chair......

"Ah......h

Feng Siniang hurriedly turned around and caught Zheng Qingyun, who almost fell to the ground, "Qingyun, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zheng Qingyun couldn't help frowning, turned his foot and neck, and a tingling pain came, this is bad......

"I'm afraid it's a broken foot......" Zheng Qingyun tried to stand up by herself, but tried a few times but was unsuccessful, so she had to lean on Feng Siniang, "Siniang, forget it, just take a photo, I'm wearing makeup, I should be fine......" thought about it, and said: "In the future, when I perform on stage, I will inevitably be exposed, maybe no one will recognize me?" ”

"You ......" Feng Siniang looked at Zheng Qingyun's dim and sad eyes, and her body trembling slightly-this stubborn little girl was obviously afraid of herself, but she still wanted to be strong, she couldn't help but sigh: "Qingyun, obviously afraid, why did you choose to come back?" ”

Fengling's class is in the capital, already famous all over the world, back to Wucheng, but have to start over, although the capital is not as rich as Wucheng, but they have already laid a solid foundation.

She couldn't figure out why Zheng Qingyun, who had always been secretive about Wucheng, agreed to Master Pei's invitation.

When Zheng Qingyun heard this, there was a faint light in his eyes, his expression was depressed, and he fell into silence, but he did not answer.

Feng Siniang shook her head helplessly, she and Zheng Qingyun have known each other for nine years, and the two of them have nothing to talk about, they are like sisters, but they still feel that Qingyun has some secrets hidden in her, which is unpredictable.