Miao Zhu saw a trace of steel cold light flashing on Qian Dingzhang's fingertips by the flickering candlelight, and hurriedly raised his left arm to frame his right bay, so he slowed down, he came back in one breath, raised his right foot and kicked Qian Dingzhang's lower abdomen, Qian Dingzhang didn't expect him to have such a move, twisted his body in a hurry, but still didn't completely avoid it, and was kicked firmly. The whole person was kicked back several steps and hit the offering table.

Miao Zhu's eyes showed a fierce light, his right hand, and a murder weapon in his hand, he was also an overtrained agent. The professor just now, although he suffered a small loss, he also found out the details of Qian Dingzhang - he basically had no professional training, and he relied on a clever energy to let himself be deflated by surprise. Now really cheer up, this kind of ordinary people come to kill a few.

Qian Dingzhang finally took a breath, and when he saw Miaozhu holding the murder weapon towards him step by step, he couldn't help but shout: "Kuno? ”

Miao Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled fiercely, "You still know this, you really worked hard, but you will die here today." With a hard kick of his feet, the whole person pounced on Qian Dingzhang like an arrow off the string, and the bitterness in his hand pointed directly at his heart.

Qian Dingzhang had long been guarding him from breaking out in his heart, but under Miaozhu's full strength, he didn't have any ability to resist or defend, and the whole person could only watch the other party rush towards him blankly, and the muscles up and down his body seemed to be wasted, and he couldn't lift up any strength.

Qian Xunzhi looked at the sky and estimated that it was probably past five o'clock. Not long after my son left, the small restaurant next door brought his dinner, which was very simple with two vegetables and a bowl of rice. Qian Xunzhi ate very deliciously, firstly, his body gradually recovered, and his appetite rebounded, and secondly, the guy and father and son have also become familiar with each other for many days. During the Spring Festival, the business of the small restaurant was as usual light, and the guy was not in a hurry to leave after delivering the meal, but found a chair to sit down, chatted with Qian Xunzhi, and waited for him to take away the empty bowl directly after eating, so as not to run again.

During the Spring Festival, the boss naturally turned a blind eye to the guys, anyway, the business was light, and he would do whatever he liked after the things were done, and the guy also went to the Meili Bookstore in the afternoon. Now he is spitting to describe the grand scene in the venue to Qian Xunzhi, he shuttles back and forth in the hotel all day to entertain guests, and his eloquence is naturally higher than that of the simple and square Wang Laolang, who does not know where to go. Qian Xunzhi listened to his meaning, but he was afraid that the three stalls would be put in Shencheng, and the tickets would not be lower than a piece of ocean. Although I know how exaggerated my words are, I am always happy when I hear others praise my son. Others are beautiful and delicious, he is sweet and sweet, and after gobbling it up, he also gave two more copper yuan to the small account. Watching the guy happily put away the bowl and leave, his mind turned and he felt that his body was also light and healthy, he might as well go to the bookstore to see how his son was at a low level, if he was in good health by then, maybe he could go on stage to sing an opening to help the fun.

I rushed to the bookstore and asked that it was half past five, but my son was nowhere to be found, and he was a little angry at the moment. Qian Dingzhang went to keep an eye on Heben's matter because he was afraid that Lao Tzu would worry, so he didn't say anything, and at that time, his estimation was that he probably had time to come back and continue to play after the stalking. But at this time, Qian Dingzhang was in the Land Temple with his hands tied.

Qian Xunzhi suddenly thought that Wang Laolangzhong and the guy who delivered the meal before said that the golden boy and jade girl file were really a perfect match, and said that He Ruoxi was chasing Qian Dingzhang on the stage, and he thought that this kid was not young anymore, and it was normal for him to be moved when he met a beautiful girl. It is estimated that this will be tired of each other, and I can't help but think of it. I don't think it's a big deal, just teach a lesson when I come back.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Qian" A delicate cry called him back from his contemplation, and when he looked up, he saw that he was indeed a drunken fairy sister.

"Hello Mr. Lu, huh?" He found that Qian Dingzhang was not on his side.

"Mr. Qian, are you well? What about Mr. Little Money? Lu Zuixian was also quite surprised.

"Shicai felt that his health was improving, so he wanted to come to the bookstore to see how this kid was, but there was no one else inside and outside the bookstore" Qian Xunzhi felt that the situation was a little bad.

Lu Zuixian raised his hand and looked at the Swiss imported women's watch on his wrist and said, "It's almost five and three o'clock, people don't know where it is, this is going to be a mistake," so he quickly called the bookstore owner to ask.

Boss Mei was also shocked into a cold sweat when he heard it, because the afternoon performance was really hot, and this bookstore sold 400 tickets in the evening. I couldn't explain this to the audience, so I sent a few cousins out to find someone.

Boss Mei was annoyed in his heart, and his mouth became a little unceremoniously, "At a young age, he was only popular, just like that, he missed the scene, I will see how he will be in the future." ”

Qian Xunzhi was next to him and heard him say this, and his white skin turned red, but he had a mistake first, so he could only endure it. The drunken fairy next to him was also playing a round game, and the two sides were speechless for a while. After a while, the cousin who was released came back to report that Mr. Xiao Qian had eaten at the restaurant at four o'clock and no one had seen him again.

Lu Zuixian looked at his watch again, "Oh, there are five minutes to open the book." In this way, either we will go to the first gear first, and you will wait for Mr. Xiao Qian" said that he was going to the lounge to get the pipa sanxian.

Boss Mei had no choice but to agree, and the fragments in his mouth kept coming up, turning over and over the words "misunderstanding, artistic virtue". He is understandably annoyed, the most important thing for Chinese artists is artistic morality, "the play is bigger than the sky", as long as he does not ask for leave in advance, even if he climbs at that time, he will climb to the stage and undertake the performance. Not only itself, even if it is not their own performance, when they need to save the scene, they must not hesitate to save the scene, the so-called saving the scene is like fighting a fire, which is the most basic requirement of the artist's morality. At present, Qian Dingzhang is not yet popular at a young age, so how can Boss Mei of the old rivers and lakes not be angry.

"Wait" Qian Xunzhi stopped Shuangshu, but his eyes looked at Boss Mei, "The puppy is misguided, I am responsible for the improper discipline of my father, I really don't dare to bother Mr. Lu to save the scene, the son and the father will pay back, I will go!" ”

"You're crazy, Xiaoqian told us that Wang Laolangzhong said that you can't go on stage for at least three days, otherwise there will be trouble." Lu Zuixian hurriedly waved his hand to stop it

"What if, after the two of them finish singing, the little beast is still missing, so what should I do, I can't let the two of you play in a row, so it's still mine. Mr. Lu kindly took it, "Qian Xunzhi arched his hand to the two, and said to the boss, "Please change the water brand again"

"Okay, Mr. Qian, I won't stop you, but you have to think clearly, you are a little out of breath when you talk like this now, your voice is erratic, everyone is an insider, in this case, it is not a big problem for you to go up and sing the two opening chapters, but if you really want to say the whole book, can you support it for more than half an hour? When the time comes, I faint on stage, and I'm afraid that things will be bigger, so let's come with our sisters. They are all wanderers in the rivers and lakes, and they should help each other" said that he was going to get the pipa again.

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In addition to some popular artists who rush around because of lack of self-love, most people have a serious attitude towards free shipping. Once on the stage, I have to sing the play well, which is also the reason why the artist is addicted to drugs, sometimes he is uncomfortable and weak, but the tickets have been sold, and he can only draw a few to play, and he can't quit after a long time. In addition, the traditional art world also has a very wise way to deal with it, especially in the north, if a artist can't perform due to sudden illness and other factors today, he will temporarily go to replace it. b. He is not paid after the performance. This money still belongs to A. I didn't understand this article at first glance, but then I understood the deep meaning contained in it. But the South is different, and I'll talk about that later.

Didn't you say yesterday that once Mr. Jiang Yuequan opened his voice and sang in his prime, he couldn't play the pipa and could only sit dry. I thought of a similar and more interesting thing in the Peking Opera industry, it should be Mr. Sun Juxian, this old man and his special pianist (I forgot the name may be Sun Yuanlao) fell in love and killed each other for a lifetime, to what extent? How high can you get up today's voice, the pianist is more familiar with Sun Juxian himself, and it is simply evil. For example, sometimes the actor feels that he is not in a good state, and he presses the key door down after singing half a section, and the ordinary pianist follows the Jinghu key door down at this time, so everyone is happy.

But the painting style of this pair is not the same, Sun Juxian sang half a section and felt that the situation was wrong, just pressed down half a note, Bian Er, Jinghu did not react at all, according to the old rules, Sun sang hard, but the sound of the piano became higher and higher, and it was almost to Sun's limit before stopping. Therefore, sometimes Sun sang too tired, and in the interval between the stage, he would rush to the side and scold, "Sun Zei, the tone is so high, do you want to tire your grandfather?" The piano master was not ambiguous and choked back casually, "Lao Bang Zei, don't be hypocritical, Wang Ba is dead, you are still alive"

After a round of fighting, the show continues.

What is amazing is that this pair of CPs has never had a performance accident such as breaking sound on stage...