Han Ban Master looked puzzled, and he was very interested in this so-called prop.

"Little girl, I wonder if Han can know first, what this prop is"?

Liu Su smiled unabated, but shook his head: "Class master, you can use the props according to my requirements when the time comes."

You don't need any lines, and you don't need any special scenes."

There are always 12 scenes in this play, and three of them will use the props I provide. So I hope that the Han class master can put that display table from the beginning of the play to the end."

Han Ban didn't ask anything, and thought of the drama he had just seen.

Although it is only the first scene of "Shiro Visits His Mother", "Sitting in the Palace", it is already desolate and sad, sad and moving.

This kind of play will definitely be loved by those old ladies and ladies. In addition, there are wars and contradictions between countries.

I think those uncles are also full of interest. Who called this great Song country lacking is this kind of pride and ambition.

Han Banzhu thought that if he could perform the whole play......

I couldn't help but feel excited in my heart, and I couldn't wait to go back to casting and rehearsing immediately.

But after all, he still knows what is most important now. He stood up and bowed deeply to Liu Su, or he thought it was a sign of respect for Liu Su's posthumous person: "Little girl, I hope to take care of you in the future."

Liu Su saw that the goal was achieved, and he didn't care about this false name. She also stood up and returned the salute.

asked very politely: "Then please leave it to Master Han." When will this first scene be scheduled?"

Han Ban Master thought for a moment before saying, "Little girl, because it's a new play." You need to cast first, then configure the props, rush to make the costumes, and then score according to the drama.

This comes and goes, even if it takes half a month to rush to work."

When Liu Su heard this, he suddenly felt that it was reasonable.

"Master Han, borrow your paper inkstone, and the little girl will draw the display rack for you."

Master Han said with a smile: "You're welcome, little girl, wait a minute."

With that, he walked over to his desk and took some papers.

Liu Su took the paper, took out his homemade pen, and began to draw on the paper an easel needed for sketching in his past life.

On the easel, Liu Su has two sizes, one large and one small.

Han Banzhu was surprised when he saw this kind of painting for the first time: "Little girl, your painting method is very novel, although it is only a few strokes, but it is very expressive."

This is not the first time that Liu Su has received praise from the ancients for sketching, she is very calm: "Master Han, winning the award, this is just my way."

Please make two of these small sizes, and make one of these large sizes."

Liu Su, the master of the Han class, was reluctant to talk about the painting method, and was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it: "Don't worry, girl, I don't know when the girl will deliver the second scene of this play"?

"I'll come when you're ready, when it's time for the first rehearsal."

When the Han class master heard this, he sat down in his heart.

Liu Su made an appointment with the Han class master and said goodbye to him, after all, she didn't understand drama.

And this "Shiro Visits His Mother" can only be remembered so clearly because of his work.

When the master of the Han class diligently sent Liu Su and his party out of the theater, it was already Shen Shizheng.

"Song Chaoxuan, are you tired"?

Song Chaoxuan had just been sitting beside Liu Su on the first floor, honestly without any words.

Hearing Liu Su's question, a pleasing smile immediately bloomed on his face: "Little fairy, can you talk now, tell Xuan'er when you go in, you can't speak."

As soon as Liu Su heard this, he somehow felt a wave of pity in his heart.

She stretched out her hand and touched Song Chaoxuan's long hair, which had become normal, and her tone unconsciously softened: "In the future, Chaoxuan will call me Sister Su'er, okay?"

Song Chaoxuan was a little puzzled: "Little fairy, become Sister Su'er, can you still be my little fairy?"

Liu Suben was a little sad, and was asked innocently, and suddenly burst into laughter. Without thinking about it, he reached out and pinched the handsome little face: "Of course, Sister Su'er will always be Chaoxuan's little fairy."

Song Chaoxuan's little face, which was still puzzled and worried, raised a cheerful and satisfied smile. He reached out and took Liu Su's hand.

Hold it tightly in your hands. Raising his head, a pair of black and white eyes only reflected Liu Su's delicate and beautiful little face.

"Look, Miss. Big Brother Blue Hunt is here to pick us up."

As soon as Jin Mo's words fell, the sound of horses' hooves sounded at the door of the slightly silent theater. A horse-drawn carriage arrived.

"Girl, please get in the car". The blue hunter stopped with the carriage and jumped out of the carriage.

Liu Su led Song Chaoxuan to the carriage and asked, "You can find all the famous storytellers in the city."

Lan Hunt helped Song Chaoxuan get into the carriage first, and then said, "Girl, don't worry." I found a total of 13 storytellers, all of whom are popular in major restaurants and teahouses in the city.

They have been paid 20 taels each, and another 30 taels will be given when the deed is done. The time is about the end of the day after tomorrow, Fuchang Restaurant. ”

Liu Su nodded, and then got into the carriage with the help of the blue hunter.

……

In the backyard house, Liu Su is looking for various myths or humanistic stories about roses, carnations, and lilies in his previous life.

Then it was written in the vernacular from memory. Look at these vernacular stories. Liu Su couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

Liu Su, who was suddenly a little distressed, had a flash of inspiration in his head. She grabbed the various stories written on her desk.

didn't have time to say hello to Jin Mo and Jin Huan who were standing on the side. I hurriedly walked out of the room, walked through the front yard and went directly to the South Main House.

When Uncle Zhou saw Liu Su standing at the door, he dared to hurriedly introduce her into the house. When she sat down, Jin Mo behind her hurried over.

saw that his own young lady was already staring at Fu Gongzi with bright eyes.

Although Fu Gongzi was still sitting solemnly, his face had already been dyed with a faint pink, and his hands unconsciously clenched the teacup in his hand.

She walked behind her young lady and gently pulled down Liu Su's clothes with her hand.

Liu Su came back to his senses at this time, and smiled a little sneeringly: "I'm sorry, I'm just too excited."

As soon as Fu Yuxue saw that as soon as she came in, Liu, who did not play cards according to common sense, finally returned to normal.

While I was relieved, I was also a little disappointed.

But the gentleman just said gently: "It's okay." I don't know what Miss Liu's visit is at this time."

Liu Su coughed twice, put the hand that had been placed under the table after entering the room, and stretched it out: "I want to ask you to do me a favor." It's really limited in knowledge, and what I write doesn't meet the requirements of the public."

Fu Yuxue was a little puzzled, and he put down the hot teacup in his hand.

Stretching out its slender fingers, the hand reflected as smooth as snow in the dim oil lamp.

When he opened one, he saw that it was the kind of font he saw last time, and he didn't rush to see the content, but carefully appreciated Liu Su's font.

Then he looked at what Liu Su had written.

Liu Su didn't urge her, she was also quietly appreciating, but what she admired was the faint and quiet, clear and elegant beauty of the man.

"Miss Liu, I don't know how you want Zai to help you. The story of who you are writing about is indeed very moving. It's just that the sentence is too popular, but it doesn't look unbeautiful"?

Liu Su hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes." I just don't think it's beautiful enough. I want you to help me polish these stories and make them more beautiful."

Liu Su took a few stories she wrote and pointed to them: "These three I want to be used as a drawing book to tell the storyteller."

This one wants to make up a ballad based on the above meaning.

And this, you can help me see this."

Liu Su pushed it all to Fu Xuexue, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

stood up, walked to Fu Xuexue's side, and without saying hello, grabbed his hand and felt his physical condition.