An ancient poem, won the stars to hold the moon, and became a guest on the seat.

In the face of a lot of hypocritical flattery, Song Che just smiled lightly and didn't pay much attention to it.

For Ezhou, they are just passing by in a hurry, and there is no need to leave too much.

"Knock knock!"

The gong sounded, the hour had come, and the troupe began.

The guests on the White Crane Tower, sitting in the seats, can watch the stage.

A variety of acrobatics, vivid ventriloquism, dazzling singing and dancing, wonderful and exciting stunts.

The drama Youling's hard performance won a burst of applause, which was in response to the sentence: "One minute on stage, ten years off the stage." ”

When the wine passed three rounds, the guests were drunk, their enthusiasm was high, and the voices of the audience also reached their peak.

The finale program "Shangdao Mountain" is about to appear.

Seeing a few strong men, pushing a three-story high scimitar to the front of the building, Gong Zhen, the head of the Xilai people's class, wore a black cloth coat and a red belt, Xu was excited, and his pale cheeks were now ruddy.

He waved his hand to the judges, first took a strip of cloth, and cut it on the blade in front of everyone, proving that this was a real skill.

"Good!"

The applause was like thunder, and the VIPs upstairs couldn't help but stand up one after another and came to the side of the building to watch.

Seeing Gong Zhen jump slightly, he jumped on the handle of the knife, spread his hands to maintain balance, stepped on the blade with one foot and the other heel, and walked on the steep scimitar.

The drop is getting higher and higher, and the blade is getting steeper.

The spectators held their breath and sweated for Gong Zhen.

"Quick! Look! He's about to reach the top! ”

Someone exclaimed.

Gong Zhen was only one step away from the tip of the knife, and it was also the biggest, the hardest, and the steepest. He stepped out with his left foot first, and was about to lift his right foot with the help of his strength—

Suddenly!

Slip on your feet!

The whole person lost his center of gravity and hit his head on the blade.

"Ahh

Hearing only a scream, Gong Zhen fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground.

"Daddy!"

"Master!"

Accidents still happened.

"Doctor Zhang, save people quickly!"

Speaking of this Zhang Shenzhi Zhang Tianyang, the adulterer Zhang Tong who was caught in the Lin family before seems to be his own son.

Song Che pulled Zhang Tianyang and ran downstairs.

Gong Zhen's eyes widened and he fell in a pool of blood, for a decades-old actor, how sorry is it to bury himself with failure?

Zhang Tianyang probed Gong Zhen's pulse, shook his head and sighed: "He's ...... He's dead. ”

"Daddy!"

Gong Lingzhi threw herself on Gong Zhen's corpse and cried, in all kinds of pain and remorse: "My daughter shouldn't let you perform this Shangdao Mountain!" ”

What was originally a festive event turned into a tragedy, and the spectators dispersed one after another.

"What a bad luck! I already knew to invite other troupes, and if you don't have that diamond diamond, don't do porcelain work! Zhang Ge, the prefect of Ezhou, walked out of the White Crane Tower angrily.

The officials came forward and urged: "Hurry up and carry it away!" Don't dirty the auspiciousness of the White Crane Tower! ”

Several apprentices lifted Gong Zhen's body, carried Gong Lingzhi, who was almost paralyzed, and left the White Crane Tower.

At the end of the song, everyone dispersed, and the stage was empty at the end of the play.

"Alas, I said a long time ago, this show is too dangerous, if he listens to persuasion, how can there be today's tragedy." Shen Wenjun couldn't help but sigh.

Song Che frowned and looked at the towering scimitar, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, such a skilled brother who can practice makes perfect, he can take the first dozens of steps with ease, why did he make a mistake in the final stage?

And even if he can't stand steadily, he can still hold the blade of the knife with his hand, but just looking at the posture of his fall, it is more like the soles of his feet have slipped.

How could an old actor with decades of experience make such a low-level mistake?

Something is wrong!

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, I just think that this performance was not a mistake, but a well-planned ...... Murder! ”

……

……

Due to the death of the guest in a foreign land, the troupe was wandering all year round, and there was no ancestral house to park the body, so Gong Zhen could only be temporarily placed in Yizhuang.

Gong Zhen's accidental death also brought a lot of trauma to the entire troupe, not only did his reputation suffer, but there would be no more wages and rewards.

The roof beams and pillars were broken, the house was crumbling, and the people in the house were terrified.

At this moment, when someone stands up and takes the lead.

Inside the Yoshijo.

All the actors gathered together and decided on the team's responsibilities in front of Gong Zhenling.

"We can't be left without an owner for a day, we must now choose a new class master to preside over the overall situation,"

Qiao Qin paused, looked at Gong Lingzhi, who was kneeling in front of the spirit and had cried with red and swollen eyes, and sighed softly:

"Lingzhi, as the daughter of Brother Zhen, should inherit his mantle, but since ancient times, women are not at home, and she is too young...... Lingzhi, it's not that your mother is prejudiced against you, you should also know how difficult it is for us to eat this mouthful, your father in the past year, in order to get the opportunity to be on stage, he entertained for several days, drank and drank until he vomited blood, you are really inappropriate as a daughter's family. ”

Gong Lingzhi bit his lip fiercely, clenched his fists and said nothing.

Qiao Qin didn't pay much attention to her feelings, turned her head to look at the three apprentices and said:

"As Brother Zhen's righteous son, the three of you have followed him to run the rivers and lakes since you were a child, and it is common sense for your son to inherit his father's business, so the new master of this troupe will be selected from the three of you,"

She asked, "Can you recommend yourself?" ”

Three brothers, you look at me, I look at you. In the end, it was Da Lang who spoke, and he said: "Qin Niang, the second brother, and the third brother all have good skills, I can't compete with them, so let's choose from them." ”

Erlang hurriedly said: "Big brother, in addition to having the strength to be a master, San Lang and I don't even know a single big character, how can we be the class leader?" ”

San Lang also said: "Yes, where can we be the class leader, but the eldest brother you, who are knowledgeable and knowledgeable, are usually responsible for managing the affairs of the team, according to our opinion, you are the most suitable new class leader." ”

The members of the opera troupe also felt that this was reasonable, and recommended Da Lang one after another.

Da Lang modestly pushed, but his eyes glanced at Qiao Qin: "Qin Niang, after the death of the master, you will be the elder in the troupe, and you still have to decide this matter, right?" ”

Qiao Qin saw that the members were so loud, and he also said kindly: "Da Lang, you do have both ability and political integrity, and you are suitable to be the new class leader, but you are just ......."

She looked at Gong Lingzhi again: "Brother Zhen often tells me that he only has a daughter like Lingzhi, if anyone can marry her, who can take his position, Dalang, if you want to be the head of the class, you must marry Lingzhi as a wife." ”

"That's a good dare, the apprentice becomes a son-in-law, kiss and kiss, if the old master is still alive, he will definitely agree!"

"Yes, the senior brother and the little junior sister are talented and beautiful, and they are a good match!"

All the members of the troupe recognized this family affair.

Gong Lingzhi finally couldn't help but burst out and scolded:

"Enough!"

With tears in her eyes, she glared at a group of people: "Now that my father's bones are not cold, I don't want to mourn and bury him, do you have a conscience to elect the new class leader here?" ”

"Lingzhi, it's not right for you to say that," Qiao Qin's voice grew colder: "We elected the class leader for the sake of the entire Xilai people's jobs;

As the saying goes, often walk by the river, how can there be no wet shoes, who has not had an accident or been injured in our line of work?

Brother Zhen died unexpectedly, we are all very sad, but we have to continue to live this day, right?

Besides, let's go south and north, and we don't have a fixed residence, even if we mourn, we can only be in Yizhuang, can you still bring Brother Zhen's body back to your hometown? ”

Hometown?

After decades of wandering, where is my hometown?

As soon as I thought of this, I looked at my father's corpse again, and recalled that in the wind and rain from childhood to adulthood, in the end, I died in a foreign land, and I had no return to my homeland, so sad, so sad.

Gong Lingzhi screamed, threw herself into her father's arms, and cried heartbreakingly.