Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Pear Garden

The tower was unusually quiet tonight.

Although no one was sent to do heavy work today, everyone was clearly more uneasy than before.

Everyone is secretly wondering about today's encounter and Bai Ling's words last night - how did the bustard's plan to make money?

The girls sat in groups of three or five, talking about the morning dental trade and the strange room in the evening.

"Behind that screen at night, I felt like someone."

"I also feel a shadow moving behind me......," the other quickly chimed in, "I can see that the cold hairs stand on end!" ”

"It's weird...... Before going, he even took us to take a shower, I don't know what I want to do. ”

"Yes," someone responded, "I'm afraid it's the same as in the morning, someone picks people behind the screen......"

"Whew-"

The girls all felt a wave of nausea.

Ai Songqing was stunned when she heard this, and couldn't help but glance at Bai Ling on the side—she was lying in the corner again, resting with her eyes closed.

Before falling asleep at night, Ai Songqing went to pull Laberin's sleeve again.

Bai Ling really didn't sleep, and snorted softly, "Huh? ”。

"Afternoon ......"

"I guess I'm picking people." Bai Ling guessed what Ai Songqing wanted to speak, and she said in a low voice, "I guess it's two groups of people. ”

"What will happen......

"I don't know."

This answer was also expected by Ai Songqing—how could Bai Ling know.

She's like everyone here...... Their destinies are all tied together.

Ai Songqing was about to say something more, when he suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs outside.

All the girls in the room heard it, and they all looked at the door at the same time in the darkness—there was a sound of iron ropes being unloaded, and someone opened the door to the tower at midnight.

The light of the lantern entered, and another strange turtle paw entered the room, led by the guards downstairs.

"Whoever reads the name, come out!"

The girls shivered - their worst fears seemed to be coming.

"Ai Songqing!"

Ai Songqing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his hands and feet were cold, and his limbs were stiff.

Bai Ling frowned slightly and took her hand.

After a while, about three or five names, the turtle melon seed said, "...... Boling! ”

The people who were not named were relieved, and Bai Ling took Songqing by the hand, slowly got up, and walked to the lantern of the turtle paw.

"And what about the other four!? Do you want Lao Tzu to catch it? ”

In the corner, a girl suddenly burst into a shrill cry, shouting things like "don't", "don't take me away", "I won't go".

As soon as the turtle paw waved her hand, several people stepped forward and dragged her over, one of them just raised his hand to slap her, and the other immediately stopped, "Don't slap your face!" ”

This sentence "don't slap your face" made the hearts of all the girls in the room half cold.

Why do you have to emphasize that you don't want to slap your face?

What is the next thing to do......

Ai Songqing was a little unsteady on her feet for a moment, and she looked up at Bai Ling, who was looking at the almost crazy girl nearby, with a little pity in her eyes.

Bai Ling noticed Ai Songqing's gaze and turned his head.

Ai Songqing opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't know what to say, her jaw trembled, and her palms were sweaty.

In the heart-rending cries of the people nearby, Ai Songqing felt Bai Ling shake his hand again. Bai Ling didn't say anything more, but the warmth of her palm was comforting.

At night, they descended the stairs and followed the turtle's paw through the winding alleys, and although the darkness was confusing, they were getting closer and closer to the golden cage in the distance—a sign that they were walking towards the center of the Hundred Flowers.

I don't know how many times more lively at night than during the day, how many lantern cruises, how many warblers singing and dancing, the aroma of laughter and dishes comes by the night breeze, and the buildings full of lanterns come out on both sides of the road......

Everything is like a street scene in a dream.

They sailed past the most crowded places and then made their way to the quiet.

Slowly, the noise faded away, and the sound of silk and bamboo was faintly heard nearby.

Bai Ling looked at the scene on both sides all the way, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - it is worthy of being an official Qinglou for more than a hundred years, and this place is really big......

Soon after the boat had sailed, the group re-ashore, and the tortoisepaws led them to the pear orchard of Baihuaya, where Bai Ling saw a dozen faces that he had seen in the evening.

"Time is pressing," said the old man who came to pick him up, "and you will be staying here for the next few days." ”

“…… What to do? Someone asked in a whisper.

"Lin Daguan personally selected you, and I will go to his house to sing at night half a month later." The old master replied loudly, "These days, you can study here with peace of mind!" ”

Theatre troupe at night...... Bai Ling suddenly remembered the plot in "Farewell My Concubine", where Xiaodouzi sang to the eunuch Zhang Gonggong.

Among the companions, someone cried out in a low voice, and the old master frowned and said sharply, "Don't cry!" If not, get out now! ”

The crying stopped abruptly.

That night, the girls fell asleep in a strange room with uneasiness.

……

The next day, before dawn, everyone was shouted to go to the water's edge to hang their throats - for completely inexperienced novices like Bai Ling and Ai Songqing, the troupe did not discriminate without any additional attention.

Bai Ling unexpectedly discovered that they were really here to learn drama.

The teacher who came to pick them up last night taught in person, and he first asked a circle of these girls who were temporarily ordered together, who had sung the play.

Several people raised their hands, and he asked each of them to sing a sentence or two, and then let the next dozen or so people learn a sentence or two, listened to the timbre, and decided their respective singing horns on the spot.

- It's a team, almost all newcomers.

Everyone is chasing ducks to the shelves, and the master has never mentioned any basic skills to them from beginning to end...... Even so, it still tossed these dozen girls into a dark place.

Bai Ling and Ai Songqing almost didn't have any opening scenes, and most of the time, all the two needed to do was to follow the others and walk on the stage with props.

They quickly mastered their roles, and for most of the rest of the time, the master personally trained the protagonists in singing, and Bai Ling sometimes listened to them, and sometimes went to other parts of the pear orchard.

There weren't a few turtle paws in the pear orchard, and they were all guarding the perimeter to prevent anyone from escaping.

Bai Ling doesn't know how to play, but she can also fully feel the gap between them and other actors in Liyuan. While the other groups were practicing, the sound drifted through the fence and into the courtyard where they lived.

That's really nice.

It's hard to imagine what kind of people and for what purpose they would put those serious plays without being invited, and personally designate a wave of freshmen who had never sung or listened to operas before to sing at home......

But Bai Ling could see that the bustard girl, who had only shown a few faces, was very attentive to the night show this time.

Because almost every evening, the bustard girl would come to visit her in person and hear for herself how far she had practiced today.

The more the days went on, the more she smiled.

In the evening of this day, Bai Ling was leaning against the wall, listening to the master on the other side of the wall, Ai Songqing hurriedly ran in, "Bai Ling...... Today, I'm listening to the news of that Lin Daguan! ”

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