"Fourteen Hong's voice, this figure, this style - absolutely amazing! It's carved out of the same mold as his father. ”

"That is, I am still young now, and in two years, the charm will not be comparable to what it is now."

"The green fruit is astringent, but the taste is not the same as the red one. I think that when Chen Banzhu first came on the stage, compared with today, it was also a different style, Fourteen Red was better than his father, only stronger. ”

"Talking is talking, why is it that the mouth is not clean? Listen to the drama and listen to the drama......"

There was a lot of noise in the drum tower, lively on the stage, and lively off the stage. Serving tea, delivering water, handing towels and selling melons and fruits, while listening to the play, he sang along with him, boiling and surging. But it's just that it's so messy that it makes people feel close. There is one word that is particularly apt to describe this scene - "fireworks". In the drum tower, there are full of fireworks.

After singing a play, he entered the backstage from the phase. The gongs and drums can't be stopped, and a group of stubbles who run tricks enter the market and start to play tricks, which is a series of mats, waiting for the next play.

Zhao Shankun pulled Huzi by the hand: "Let's go, let's go backstage." ”

"What are you doing backstage?" Huzi threw the melon seeds in his hand, "It's not time to say that it's time to enjoy the show." What's more, what kind of drama do we enjoy with those melons and dates in our pockets? People can't look down on it, and I still have money to buy crickets! ”

"Brother Huzi, are you stupid?" Zhao Shankun raised his hand and pointed, "What kind of play?" Let's go to Xiao Jiu, there will be no role for him when this play is over, let's go backstage to find him. ”

Huzi patted his head and remembered: "Yes, yes, yes!" Little Nine ...... Let's go. ”

The two of them come often, and they are also familiar with everyone in the drum tower. Although according to the rules, the play has not ended yet, and outsiders are not allowed to come in the backstage. But these two are the playmates of the young class master, and no one is so discerning, so they have to be stopped.

"I'm still chattering, you haven't been here for the past few days, and you have to listen to the drama together." Xiao Jiu joked with the two while removing his makeup, "What's the matter, Huzi, I heard that you ran away from your husband again?" This is to force your father to give you the Ye Jiao of Fuxue to invite you home to be a gentleman, if it is really done at that time, I am afraid your life will be really difficult. ”

"His father doesn't plan to care about him this time," Zhao Shankun sat down on the coat box, and tried to put the pair of feathers that Xiao Jiu had just taken off on his head, "He is now a classmate with me, and his father threw him to our Changtu Mansion Academy." As soon as I went, I let my husband scold him, and his hands were swollen. Thirty boards, I looked at it and panicked. ”

"Yo! It's true? Xiao Jiu seemed very interested, but he also snatched the feather and shouted, "Come down, is that where you are sitting?" ”

"Really!" Zhao Shankun jumped out of the coat box and began to compare, "Don't you know, Brother Huzi is deeply hidden, and he plays beautifully, like a trick." Originally, Mr. only had to hit him three times, but who knew that he was about to hit him, and when he stretched out his hand, I didn't even see it clearly, and the board went to his hand. This gentleman was angry, and he had to hit him thirty times. ”

"Our Young Master Peng didn't make a fuss? It's really rare...... Xiao Jiu put the feather aside, "I'll take a look when my hand is stretched out." Said that he asked Huzi to stretch out his hand, but Xiao Jiu was not polite, and he dragged Huzi's left hand over. Spread out your palms and take a look, it was really swollen and tall, and the dark places were a little purple.

"Such a heavy hand......" Xiao Jiu was about to laugh twice, but when he looked up, he was stunned, "Huzi, you won't be there, right?" Does it really hurt like this? I'm in tears......"

"Tears?" Huzi stared at Xiao Jiu, stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of his eye, it was indeed wet.

There was a breath in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it when he spit it out. Why do you cry? Huzi thought, what was wrong with him, how could he suddenly feel sad in his heart and cry?

"Xiao Jiu, ......," Huzi called softly.

Xiao Jiu saw that Huzi looked like he had lost his soul, and he was also panicked, and hurriedly responded: "Hey! What's wrong with you, Huzi? Don't scare us! ”

Huzi suddenly grabbed Xiao Jiu's shoulders and held him firmly in his arms, so strong that Xiao Jiu couldn't breathe. Xiao Jiu patted Huzi's back hard, and barely squeezed out a little voice: "Huzi...... You let go of me......"

Huzi suddenly let go of his arm, looked at Xiao Jiu's face, and muttered, "It's so good...... It's good you're still alive......"

Xiao Jiu looked again, at this time, Huzi was no longer the appearance of just shedding a few tears, but looked at the sobbing sideways, and it was difficult to hold himself. He rubbed his sore chest and asked cautiously, "Huzi...... What's going on...... It's ......"

"I didn't ...... much" Huzi wiped a handful of snot and tears, and said with a smile, "This is a cry of joy, seeing that you are still alive, seeing that you can still sing on stage, I can't help but want to cry, I am happy." ”

"Brother Huzi, don't be stupid, right?" Zhao Shankun moved to Xiao Jiu's side, pulling his shirt and whispering to him.

Xiao Jiu's voice trembled a little: "How do I know this!" But I think ...... It was as if he had bumped into something unclean and had a hysteria...... You stabilize him, I'll go find my father, we have to tell Mr. Peng about this, and find him a Mr. Yin and Yang to see. ”

"Okay, you can go quickly......" Zhao Shankun responded. He pulled Huzi to sit aside, and said softly: "Brother Jiu has something to do, go to his father, let us wait here for a while, don't worry......"

Huzi looked at Xiao Jiu's hurried back, and then looked at Zhao Shankun, who was trembling and accompanying him, and laughed unconsciously: "It's okay, let him go, let's wait here." ”

Huzi looked around the hurried backstage, looked down at the clothes on his body, and sighed quietly.

"Is this what I want to live?" Huzi said softly.

Huzi has always thought that what he yearns for most is the kind of life that attracts thousands of people, and he should be a hero-like character. Or in the midst of thousands of troops and horses, take the head of the enemy general, such as probing the bag to get things, or it can be a sword with three feet, in addition to the strong and the weak, robbing the rich and helping the poor, spreading the good name.

Now it seems that what I want is not this. What he actually wants is fine clothes and food, in fact, he wants a strict father and mother, in fact, he wants a confidant, and in fact, he wants to be happy and ordinary - that kind of day full of fireworks.

There are no fights and killings, no demons and monsters, not even foreigners. I don't have any skills, I'm just a bastard's second ancestor. Relying on the protection of his father's generation, he fights a bucket of crickets, and teaches Mr. in a fit of anger, and there are people waiting for him in food, clothing, housing and transportation. It's beautiful when you think about it.

I don't know how long I waited, but a large group of people came to the backstage of the Drum Tower. Xiao Jiu was among them: "Huzi is very wrong today, you hurry up and take a look, don't get any crazy disease!" ”

As soon as these people came, Zhao Shankun didn't dare to sit next to Huzi, and hurriedly ran into the crowd.

Mr. Peng stood up, dragged Huzi's clothes and pulled him up from the chair, and scolded him: "You kid, you kid, you have learned to change the law and be a demon!" Don't fall in love on the first day of school? You don't want to go to school if you pretend to be crazy and stupid, do you? I can tell you, Peng Hu, you kid ......."

After all, he didn't finish his words, Huzi reached out and touched Mr. Peng's face: "It's so good......"

This startled Mr. Peng, and he hurriedly pulled back: "Huzi...... What are you doing! ”

"I just want to......" Huzi said softly, "It's good that you're my father!" ”

"Huzi, don't scare your mother." The woman stood up and patted Huzi on the shoulder with tears in her eyes, "Mother is timid, but she can't stand your toss like this." If you don't want to go to school, we won't go to school, but don't go crazy! In the future, my mother will teach you to read as a husband, don't scare my mother, okay? ”

"Mother!" It took Huzi a long time to hold back such a word from his throat. He also stroked the woman's face and said, "How nice it would be that you are really my mother...... It's exactly the same as in my dream, and I also have a mother. ”

"It's over! Finished! Chen stomped his feet, "I'm afraid this kid is really crazy, right?" Lao Peng, what do you think? Why don't you take this child to the hospital? ”

"I'm afraid it won't work, it's not like an ordinary madness, it's not making trouble and not fighting, it looks like something has gotten on it!" Chu An came up with an idea on the side, "Mr. Peng, your child should hurry up and take it home, find a Mr. Yin and Yang or a disciple to take a look, this matter can't be delayed!" ”

Talking and talking, you and I are talking, it is very lively. Huzi wiped away his tears and startled everyone with a wave of his hand.

Huzi held a fire in his palm, and his eyes swept over the faces of one person after another, and everyone dared not speak. Huzi smiled: "Didn't the poems I listened to say...... 'The ink dyes the cormorant is not long in black, and the whitewashed crow is not strong', and the fake is fake after all...... If only you were real, that would be great. ”

To tell the truth, as soon as I raised my hand, I was about to throw the fire in my palm. But the woman hurriedly spoke: "Huzi! ”

Huzi paused and looked over. The woman had tears in her eyes and said softly: "Huzi, as long as you are willing, I am true, I am really your mother, and Mr. Peng is really your father." ”

Huzi's heart trembled, and he looked at the woman with a particularly ugly grin on his face.

"That's right! I'm real! Xiao Jiu also followed, "You see I'm alive and well, I'm not dead, I can still sing on stage!" I'll sing you one, don't you hear? I sing to you every day until you get impatient. ”

"I'm ...... really"

"I'm ...... really"

"I'm ...... really"

"I'm ...... really"

"We're ...... for real"

A sound entered his ears, stabbing the tiger's heart like a knife. He smiled bitterly: "You guys are real, it's been a good day...... 'Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies'?" Who knows if it's true or not? I do want to stay......"

Everyone had some joy on their faces, and they watched Huzi slowly hang down his hand.

Huzi continued: "No...... There's someone waiting for me over there......"

The wind is howling, and the waves of fire are monstrous! When the flames cleared, the world was much quieter.

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