Since Song Yuzhi's disappearance, the Song family and the Lin family have not been searched, but they found her clothes and headdress when she disappeared in a small pawnshop in Longxing, and searched the entire city, but no one was found.

It's no wonder that the thin man was afraid that his family would search and be caught on the second day, not to mention that the money was not earned, and his life might be accompanied by him, so he and the fat man rushed to Linxian overnight and sold Song Yuzhi to Xu Jiaban, and when they found Linxian, Xu Jiaban had already set off to Liang Guo.

When Song Chenglin learned that Song Yuzhi was missing, his mind kept echoing the words of the Taoist priest two years ago, Song Yuzhi was born to be the life of the opera, and now he believes it, not to mention that many opera troupes are wandering around and have no fixed place, just for the sake of face, it is not easy to find Song Yuzhi, after all, if you really find it in the troupe, you can't hang on your face. In the whole Yanjing, I haven't heard of any officials looking for women in the troupe, and even if they do, their reputation will not be too good, and I am afraid that no big family will be able to look at them in the future. So, Song Chenglin broke off this thought, and the eldest lady Song Yuzhi, like the troupe, became taboo in the entire Song Mansion. So there is no Miss Song Yuzhi of Yanjing Song Mansion in this world, and only Xu Yuanzhi of the Xu family class is left.

Most of the people in Xu's class are children whose parents died when they were young, and no one in the clan is willing to raise them, or children who were abducted and trafficked like Xu Yuanyuan.

Time flies, and in a flash, ten years have flowed through his fingertips, and Xu Yuanxuan has become a fifteen-year-old child.

She has a pair of peach blossom eyes, her eyebrows are affectionate, and with this original autumn wave eyebrows, she has a little more tenderness. When he laughed, he faintly had two dimples on his cheeks, like dragonflies dotting water. Originally, the body was still a little weak, and it was a little delicate, which made people pity. But she prefers to practice martial arts, and her body is much stronger.

But she is not like other girls in the troupe. Those girls all like Zhengdan, like to be beautiful Zhengdan and Hua Dan, she likes to be Wudan and Dao Ma Dan, and sometimes when she encounters some favorite martial arts roles, she competes with her brothers to play.

When he first came to Xu's class, those senior brothers and sisters saw that he was young, and they took care of her quite a bit, and kept some food for her. She doesn't like to talk, and if she hadn't heard her singing when she was practicing, everyone would have thought she was mute. Even Xu Huanqing thought that Xu Yuanyuan was a mute at first, and spent money to buy a money-losing goods.

In the past two years, Xu Huanqing felt old and didn't want to go around like the original, so he returned to his hometown Yanguo, and with the continuation of the troupe in the early years, he set up a theater and a compound for residents.

It rained all night last night, and the sky cleared when it was clear, cloudless, and the sky cleared. Senior brother Xu Qingfeng had a performance today, and he couldn't get out, so he took Xu Yuan to get the ointment for him. Because the senior brother takes good care of Xu Yuanyuan, he usually has some guidance in performance, so Xu Yuanyuan should go.

Xu Yuan wore a white round-necked robe, tied up green silk, shaved the original Qiubo eyebrows, and painted Yuyu eyebrows, which was a little less gentle and lovely for a girl, and a little more heroic. This is what she has wanted to do for a long time, and she finally did it today.

In the bronze mirror, the man who looked left and right and didn't think it looked like it looked like it looked like it looked like him, so he found a mustache stuck to the place under his nose and between his upper lip. She thought to herself, with this mustache, those people won't easily think that they are women, right?

She poked her head and saw that there was no one in the courtyard where Xu Jiaban usually rested, so she knocked and slipped out of the back door.

Xu walked on the street, seeing that not many people paid attention to him, so he relieved himself and strode with his head held high, really thinking of himself as a man. Sometimes, she really wishes she could be a man, after all, most of the injured people in those scripts are women.

The deeper the love, the more serious the injury.

She is determined that she will not easily move her true feelings in this life.