This group of obscene guys is not here for art, they are here to auction 'Oiran', no wonder the people in the Peony Pavilion are not in a hurry when they hear that he is going to retire, and they are still counting on him to deceive a big guy to continue to raise them.

Chixiao quietly dodged the greasy hand and gave the person next to him a look.

The entourage is also interesting, and he probably thinks that there are so many rich bigwigs outside, and this one is not bad.

"Boss Li, I'm preparing to take the stage here, don't worry, I'll be out soon."

"Hey, I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, I just want to talk to Boss Yu." Boss Li's eyes always fell on Chixiao, this person has not yet put on a costume, only wearing a white lining, he is still a generation of elegance, and the figure that he has worked hard to train day and night is incomparable to the breast and thin waist in the kiln.

"It's a pity, such good conditions, Boss Yu, you said, if you don't go to my house, I'll build a platform for you?"

Chixiao almost couldn't help but roll his eyes, and the entourage hurriedly invited people out.

He is not afraid of offending this one, there are more than a dozen waiting outside.

Waiting for everyone to go out, Chi Xiao suddenly felt a little irritable in his heart, and he dismissed everyone on the left and right.

When it's quiet, the memories that belong to this body awaken.

It was a pitiful and miserable life.

Born in the famine years, the baby was sold to the troupe at a few years old, and at first he was just doing groceries for carrying props, and was accidentally discovered by the troupe owner, but that did not mean that his good life began.

Opera includes dialogue, singing, martial arts, etc., and nothing should be left behind, whether you are sick or tired, daily practice is indispensable.

It's a day off, and the taste is about to change.

Every part of this body is the traces of the years of polishing, and it looks white and tender on the surface, but this body is the root of the disease that fell when I practiced when I was a child.

In the face of the suffering of the country, he doesn't know what the meaning of these things he has learned in his life, and he is losing weight day by day.

Sick, gone.

A generation of celebrities left this world early when no one noticed, with regret and disappointment in their lives.

Chixiao didn't know if he could see it, but I really wanted him to know that there was actually another choice for such a life.

"Boss Yu, it's time to appear."

"Got it."

Chixiao finally said a human word, traced his face one by one, got up and dressed, lifted the curtain and went on stage.

After putting on the costume, this body can't help but be controlled by him, training day and night, integrating the rigid rules into the bones, and singing is no longer such a simple difference between liking and disliking.

It's that he doesn't know what other meaning his life has except to continue singing.

is like Yu Ji in Farewell My Concubine, the king is his only concern.

Chixiao broke away from that body in a trance and became a calm bystander.

After withdrawing out, he realized the charm of opera for the first time, and realized the charm of a smile and a smile polished by more than ten years of time, and he was like a person who came out of the opera alive.

The despair in that eye does not belong to Yu Ji in the play, Yu Ji is not desperate, what is desperate is the person who lives in this era, and he can't wait to die like Yu Ji.

The touch of red clothes fell to the ground, and Chixiao woke up from the cold floor.

He didn't hear the thunderous applause, and his eyes met Gu Qingjing's eyes through the vast sea of people.