The last night of winter was still bitterly cold.

The Shangyuan Festival was supposed to be the best time for them to do business with Xiban, but because so many things had happened recently, they offended the dignitaries of Qian'an City, and many bosses walked around his house when they saw him.

Boss He hasn't shown up for a long time, and when he heard that he had been set on fire to his home, he rescued a box of belongings and fled the city in a panic.

I don't know whether Zheng Shaochen did it or Yang Yizheng did it, there is no way to verify.

When Qiu Xiaotong heard this, he was sorry in his heart, knowing that he had caused him to be affected.

Momoling is completely integrated into them, as a cow and a horse, she does everything. Chengui often feels sorry for her, and if she wants to help, she is always driven away.

"You two brothers, once in your life, the most important thing is to practice your voice well!"

But Qiu Chengui really doesn't want to sing, whether it's Xiaodan or Xiaosheng, he doesn't want to sing.

During this period of physical recuperation, he gradually became tired and slowly revealed the laziness of a man.

Momoling felt a pity when she saw it, so she moved a large mirror back from nowhere, pestled it in the room where Qiu Chen, and forced him to look at it for himself.

"Isn't that nice for me?" He laughed.

I really think it's good, men should be like this, some meat, some bloated, not so flattering.

"What a good thing! How good you were before, Fenghua is peerless! Now it's like ......"

is like a greasy and disgusting prostitute in the green building.

She is good, why do she always think about those prostitutes.

Momoling lowered her eyes, looked lost, and didn't care about him anymore.

He thought that he had disappointed her by not seeking progress like this, so he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find those costumes, and as soon as he touched his hands, he suddenly wanted to vomit, and quickly stuffed them back again.

But Qiu Xiaotong is different, he wants to sing again, he was born in the opera troupe, listening and watching, he no longer knows what life is like without the opera.

There were irreparable injuries on his waist and legs, so he dressed up as a photo, stepped out as usual, and played with a fan.

It's completely gone.

Liu Lingjun looked at it and was also distressed, and persuaded him to rest again and practice again when everything was ready.

"It's not going to be good!" He snorted haha.

Stretching his waist, he walked to the treasure box where he had placed his head, took out a long box covered with yellow silk cloth from it, held it in both hands, and handed it to him.

Liu Ling was puzzled, and opened it according to his wishes, and inside was a brand-new, never-before-touched bone gathering fan.

"When I was still in the capital before, I was fortunate enough to sing for Lafayette, and she liked it, so I rewarded this fan."

"That's a baby!" For fear of breaking it, I quickly closed the lid.

"What kind of baby, on the stage, what Xiaosheng is playing in his hands is the baby. Now I'm crippled, I'm nothing, and I'm waste. ”

Liu Lingjun couldn't bear to say anything, and it hurt to say too much.

He couldn't put it down, he couldn't help but open it again, stroked and stroked, looked and looked.

"I'll give it to you."

"What?"

"I'll give you this fan."

"That's not going to work! It's your baby! He hurriedly handed it back.

"Listen to me!" Qiu Xiaotong leaned against his box, the box was actually mottled, and the traces left by following him around the cave could be seen.

"In the future, you will help hold on to this and Xiban."

"I can't!"

"Don't worry, I'll teach you everything I will."

"I don't have the ability...... he said, putting down the box in his hand, "and I'm a scholar, a teacher, as long as I can support my family." ”

Liu Lingjun was a little flustered, and he didn't dare to look him in the eyes when he spoke.

"I ...... I remembered that there was something else going on at home, so let's ...... Went first. ”

It was as if I was running away from hell, and I left in a hurry.

It turned out to be Ye Gong Haolong.

In the end, everything has to rely on yourself, and everyone else is a spectator.

He picked up the box, brushed away the finger prints left by Liu Lingjun, and carefully put it back in the box.

Only this box is his confidant.

There is still no news from Leng Yun.

Life still has to live, there has been no business, and one day I will not be able to open the pot.

The sunset was depressed, and other theater troupes came back one after another, taking the money earned for a day, and discussing whether to drink flower wine or try their luck and gamble before the makeup was removed.

Qiu Xiaotong moved a chair and sat in front of the door, touching a pot in his hand, listening to the noise and laughter not far away, and his heart ached.

Such a day is like death.

"Is Boss Qiu here?" Suddenly, someone called.

It's been a long time since anyone called him Boss Qiu, and it sounds a little raw, but he can't help but be excited.

"Yo, where is the master?" In an instant, it was back to the past.

"I'm from Zhangjiafu in the north of the city, the old lady has a big birthday, and I want to listen to your brother's play by name, and no one else can do it. You can choose the drama yourself, the old lady said it, she loves to listen to whatever she sings! ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" And there are still people who remember them! They're not dead, they're alive!

"The eighth day of the next month, good day! Boss Qiu rest assured, the remuneration is negotiable! Can we Zhangjiafu still be stingy? ”

"It's easy to say and say, it's all up to you!"

Someone invited, and I was naturally happy in my heart, but I sent this master away, and I calmed down a little, but I felt strange.

Zhangjiafu has never heard of it.

"Senior brother, I won't sing anymore, I'll go and see if there is any one who recruits miscellaneous guys tomorrow." He's going back to the laity completely.

Qiu Xiaotong's lips trembled a little, rubbing his hands, at a loss, pitiful and helpless.

"Return to the dust, even if the senior brother begs you!" He looked at him.

"Senior brother, I ......"

"For so many years, I have never begged you, only this time, you will accompany me this time. If I miss this opportunity, then I ......"

It's better to be dead.

The stage is all he has, and everything else is just a passing moment.

They are brothers and sisters off the stage, and they are couples and lovers on stage, and they can't be separated, and whoever is missing or who doesn't seem to be complete can't be complete.

Qiu Chengui put on Xiao Dan's costume again, painted oil paint, coiled his hair, and chose a set of butterflies to point the drill bit surface. Dress up and stand in front of the mirror.

In the mirror, she is still the beautiful girl who is like a flower and jade.

The eyes fly obliquely, and the water sleeves are brushing.

All of a sudden, the gender was messed up again.

But whether it's a man or a woman, what's the matter.

"It's just like a peach slices chasing the snow, and the catkins are drifting in the wind. The sleeves cover the spring breeze face, and the Han Dynasty comes out at dusk. Depressed, full of dust and no one swept away. Lonely, flowers bloom...... Ahem......"

It's rusty, my voice isn't as bright as it used to be, I haven't practiced walking for a long time, and I don't have the original charm when I walk.

I still feel a little lost in my heart.

Qiu Xiaotong is very happy, humming a song to take care of the line.

"This set is Liang Yushu in "Pan Wife and Wife", this set is Zhang Zhen in "Chasing Fish", and this set is Prince Roland in "Prince of the Desert......" glanced at his junior brother, still pretending to be Du Liniang.

"What, do you still want to sing "Peach Blossom Fan"? When the old lady is too old, she should choose some joyful scenes, don't make her old man unhappy. ”。

"Joyful, I don't remember."