Chu asked, and Wu Niang replied.

The truth is becoming clearer.

Wu Niang is a native of Wei and an orphan who was taken in by the head of the Los Angeles opera troupe. I thought I had a small world sheltered from the wind and rain, but it was the beginning of a nightmare.

The class leader is violent and mean. Every day, Wu Niang is forced to practice singing and performing. All the chores such as moving things and setting up a platform have to be done. I also had to wash costumes and cook.

If you don't do it well, it's a beating.

If you do everything well, you will still be beaten, because as long as the class owner has a little money, he will go to drink, and when he returns to the theater troupe after drinking, he will beat people. Wu Niang is the youngest, and she is a child who has no relatives and no reason to pick up, which is the best target for the class owner to vent.

Others will occasionally dissuade one or two, but after all, the troupe belongs to the class owner, and if you want to mix in the troupe, you still have to follow the class master.

Therefore, Wu Niang often has a blue nose and swollen face. Fortunately, it doesn't hurt when singing, after all, the face is heavily painted, and the audience can't see anything.

One day, when she got off the stage, before she took off her makeup, she was urged by the class owner to sweep the floor and set the table.

Because of the exhaustion of the days and the lack of food, she fell down while stepping over a chair. It was still dark in front of her, and she immediately stood up. A man took her arm by the hand.

She was so frightened that she sobbed, and hurriedly grabbed the broom and said, "Don't, don't hit me, don't hit me." I'll work now. With shaking hands, he continued to sweep the floor.

The man said in a gentle voice: "Little girl, are you the girl who sang Xiao Wenjun just now?" You sing well, and your work is good. ”

The dark halo in front of Wu Niang's eyes gradually receded, and she saw that this person was not the class master, but a spectator.

Wu Niang timidly took a step back, whispered thanks, and continued to clean.

The spectator blocked her way, crouched down in front of her, gently took her arm, and asked her, "Why are there such large bruises on my body?" ”

The spectator picked up Wu Niang's other arm, which was even more bruised. The faces of the spectators were solemn.

He kept Wu Niang and gave the people on the side a look. The people on the side took the saber and went backstage. Wu Niang sat obediently and uneasily.

After a while, the person who went backstage with a saber carried the head of the class with a blue nose and swollen face to the spectators and Wu Niang.

Wu Niang was so frightened that she slipped off her chair and knelt down in front of the class master.

A few people also came out of the backstage, but they all stopped at the entrance of the stage tremblingly, not daring to take half a step forward.

The head of the class glared at Wu Niang viciously without moving, kowtowed to the visitor and said, "Uncle spare your life, uncle spare your life." The little one doesn't know how to offend the uncle. If this wild girl provokes you, I'll kill her and make amends for you. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the saber man kicked him over.

The visitor didn't say anything more, dropped a piece of silver, and took the Wuniang away.

The people who stayed behind were stunned in place.

The head of the class looked at the back of the guest, looked at the silver on the ground, hurriedly picked up the silver, covered the sore spot, and crawled back to the backstage.

Wu Niang, free.

Wu Niang remembers that after going out, it was raining heavily. The bean-sized raindrops crackled on the ground, as if they could punch small holes one after another. Lightning spread through the dark black cover, and the rumbling sound seemed to split the sky.

As soon as the cold wind passes, Wu Niang's weak body seems to fall apart immediately.

But her small figure, following behind the spectators, felt that the world at this moment was unprecedented and beautiful. And the figure holding an umbrella in front of her is the salvation of her life.