"Ladies and gentlemen, the little girl cherishes the rain, and for today's debut, I hope that all the officials will have mercy. The sisters performed very well before, and they were more beautiful than before, and the slaves didn't offer ugliness, so I simply told you a story I heard on the road, and relieved the officials. Zhao Yu's voice sounded faintly from the tent.

Zhao Yu can't help it, he can only blow the flute in the performance, and the others will either be discordant with the times, or they won't, but in this opening performance, only the words of the seem too thin, and the reputation can't be beaten, how to catch a capable Kaizi? How to spread the reputation of a talented woman!

So he thought of a crooked way, telling stories, and becoming a storyteller!

To say that this storyteller is there in every dynasty, and his status is not very high, and he belongs to the lower ninth rate of skills, and the geisha of this era are disdainful of this!

Geisha are all artists, not to mention proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, at least one or two masters, even more so in blowing, playing and singing, storytelling?

It's so untechnical!

"Is there any mistake? Storyteller? Murong Fu wiped the 'dew' on his hands, looked at Duan Yu and said with a strange face: "This rain is the top brand launched by the Golden Hazel Pavilion, how can you engage in such a falling thing as storytelling?" It won't be. ”

"It won't be talentless and virtuous, who comes to fool people and cheat money!" Xiao Feng said what he wanted to say for Murong Fu, and said sarcastically: "It seems that Duan Gongzi has lost his eyes!" ”

"Shut up and listen!" Duan Yu, who had been silent, heard the word cherish the rain, his eyes lit up, and he rarely stiffened up and scolded: "The girl who cherishes the rain must have a deep meaning!" ”

In the eyes of a lover, Xi Shi is out, not to mention that this lover is more beautiful than Xi Shi, in Duan Yu's eyes, even if Xi Yu performs a wooden man on stage, it is also excellent!

The audience was stumbling and talking, but they didn't interrupt Zhao Yu loudly, the quality of this audience is still quite high, I want to see what the hell he does.

"Speaking of which, in this Taiyuan, there is a scholar named Wang Sheng." Zhao Yu was in the tent, and said slowly, his voice was erratic, faint, and very infiltrating, as for why he raised the tent to cover it - because he couldn't memorize it, he could only read it to the manuscript he wrote.

That's right, the story Zhao Yu chose to tell is the painted skin of the strange story, but it is not the original text, the original text is a ghost story with some human criticism, saying it can only scare these ancients, it can't achieve its own purpose, and it doesn't fit the current place, he said that he revised it himself, blending the simplified plot of the 92 version and the 08 version - in short, it is a poignant love story! (Note that I changed it myself, not as bloody as the 08 version)

The life of people in this era is too poor, in addition to drinking, dancing, listening to songs, and giving birth to monkeys, that is, gossiping, listening to books and watching juggling together, poetry and songs are just so old stalks, or literati play, so, painting skin, a good dog blood love story that modern people think is good, instantly captured everyone's hearts, men listened to it, and women listened to it and cried!

"Panic!" Xiao Feng shouted angrily in a low voice - he didn't dare to disturb the rain on the stage: "This Wang Sheng is really panicked, he actually believed the words of the thief monk, and it is really useless to be a scholar, and it is difficult to draw skin and bones!" (Taoist priest changed to monk, in which Zhao Yu changed the monk to a big villain)

"Eh, pity that little Yui." Murong Fu sighed, and the red man who was leaning on him and sobbing kept nodding in agreement.

"The monk killed Wang Sheng, this little only wants to use his demon heart to save him, woohoo, it's really as the rain girl said, ask what is the love in the world, and teach people to live and die!" Duan Yu passed away tears from the corners of his eyes, but his eyes became more determined, what the only little monster can do, can't he be a young owner? must redeem the rain and be her king. Phew, Wang Sheng is too cowardly, she wants to be her big hero!

"Woohoo! Yu'er, as a disciple of the Hehuan faction, is estimated to be the same as this little Wei, feared by others, unable to integrate into the world, but she wants to find her own Wang Sheng. Woo, I must treat her well and be her him! Wu Tian, the trio of bandits, sat under the stage - if Zhao Yu hadn't given them a free order, they wouldn't have the money to come in - they whimpered and wiped their tears, feeling that Zhao Yu was comparing himself to Xiao Wei, which was too distressing!

If Zhao Yu knew what they thought, he would definitely say that you think too much.

"That Wang Sheng woke up, and he couldn't remember Xiao Wei's lover anymore, but every time in the middle of the night, his heart would be sour, and he would feel lost, as if he had lost the most cherished thing in his life." Zhao Yu's voice gradually deepened, slowly ending this love story that he adapted single-handedly, Zhao Yu thought in his heart: "Damn, I was moved by myself, and I really shouldn't have reported the acting department in the first place, but the director and screenwriter of the newspaper wrote some dog blood to make money!" ’

He felt the silence of the outside world through the gauze tent, because it was dim and dark, and he didn't know whether the reaction was good or bad, so he could only continue: "This is the end of this story, this story reminds me of when I was a child, two geese I saw on the mountain, the male bird died of illness, the female bird did not want to leave, and died on the ground. ”

"Touching the Fish, Yanqiu Ci" asks the world, what is love, and directly teaches life and death. The south and the north of the world... In order to stay in the sassy people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. Zhao Yu directly plagiarized Jin Daiyuan's questioning words shamelessly.

Although the corresponding time of this era is the late Tang Dynasty, the development of history is completely different, and the Song Dynasty will be extremely prosperous words, which have developed very well at this time, and there are many words on the word card of touching the fish, but there has never been a song that can be written so well like Yanqiu Ci!

"Good! Good words! What a straight lesson about life and death! What a talent! A scholar with a sword couldn't bear it, got up and shouted, this time woke up the people who were still intoxicated, they got up and stroked (applauded), and sent their praise, this story, this word, are too exciting, tonight is worth the trip!

Then all the local tyrants offered flower baskets one after another, piles of flower baskets!

However, Zhao Yu did not stop there, but said loudly: "The little girl also made a song about the story of painting skin, although it is different from the popular repertoire, but I also want to take it out to show ugliness, just to let everyone better remember this story, cherish the destined people, draw the heart, and dedicate it to everyone." ”

"Lala, lala, lala~la~" Zhao Yu began to sing, directly grabbing everyone's hearts like a heavenly sound, making them immersed again.

After playing, Zhao Yu began to blow the flute, and behind, several musical instruments also sounded, this is the result of Zhao Yu's training for three days, if there is a modern person here, he will definitely scold Zhao Yu for being shameless and plagiarism!

That's right, it's Zhang Liangying's "Painting Heart".

Thousands of years later, pop music was interpreted by Zhao Yu with Xiao Yin, when did these ancients hear this kind of music? All of them were dumbfounded!

And what's even more shocking is the appearance of cherishing the rain.