Shu Ange took off the earrings, put the hairpin ring away, and looked at the person who called her with a slight sideways face.

What caught my eye was a familiar face, his name was Xiao Song, who was responsible for running errands and making calls on and off the field.

"What's the matter?"

Shu Ange looked in the mirror, wiped the incense powder on his neck with a handkerchief, and asked lazily.

Singing is a very physically and mentally demanding thing, and a play can often take several hours. During this period, she had to change her makeup and costumes from time to time behind the scenes, and after she took the stage, she had to concentrate on singing and playing, and she didn't dare to slack off.

The excerpts hide the joys and sorrows of life, and the feelings of the play are submerged under the oil paint.

After getting off the stage, Shu Ange's ears seemed to be still echoing the noisy accompaniment of gongs and drums on the stage, and the flowers were still dancing in front of him.

"Boss Zhou, there are a few customers in the VIP box who want to come to the backstage to see you, and they are blocking outside, and it won't take a few minutes to get to the backstage."

Xiao Song laughed with him and gave Shu Ange a look, looking a little cramped.

Shu Ange casually threw him a few small silver coins, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you, I know." ”

In this era, people who sing opera have no identity, and there are big names in the famous roles, and they can usually hold a little posture.

Like Shu Ange, who has just picked up the main beam and has not yet become popular, someone is willing to see her, that is to look up to her, and there is no room for refusal.

Shu Ange sorted out his clothes in front of the mirror, the costume had not been changed, and his smooth wrists were like jade in the light.

After a while, several people walked in from the outfield, ranging in age from their forties to their twenties, some men and some women were lively.

Shu Ange got up from the chair, said hello with a smile, and unexpectedly saw a person who surprised her - Deputy Director Liu of the Transportation Bureau, the person who had conspired with Mrs. Zhou to deceive Zhou Meiyun.

He was nearly thirty years old, with two mustaches, hair oiled, a civilized hat in his hand, and yellow teeth when he laughed.

Among these people, Deputy Director Liu's status is not high, standing behind a few people, they are not beautiful and not tall, they are very inconspicuous.

Even among Zhou Meiyun's followers, who had not yet become famous, Deputy Director Liu's status was only average.

The reason why Zhou Meiyun was deceived by him back then was just an honest and benevolent person, who knew that everything was fake.

Shu Ange's eyelids drooped, and he fiddled with his impatiens painted nails.

"It's the first time Miss Meiyun has performed on stage, and it's really admirable to have such a brilliant performance."

The speaker was a young man with the air of a boy, with a pair of wide-rimmed glasses studded with gold on the bridge of his nose, a snow-white suit, a pen and a handkerchief pinned to his chest, and a pale and delicate face, and his dark eyes were particularly shining.

"Mr. has won the prize."

Shu Ange smiled implicitly as usual, and the young man who was called Mr. turned red, held on to the glasses frame and said, "Miss Meiyun, don't be polite, don't have your surname Zhou, you will be fine with Hanyun in the future." ”

He introduced himself with a shy smile, and Deputy Director Liu came over and complimented him playfully: "Miss Meiyun, this is the son of the Minister of Finance, and he is young and promising. ”

"It turned out that Zhou Gongzi had been looking up for a long time."

After talking about looking up for a long time, Shu Ange glanced at Vice Minister Liu with a smile, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what to call this one, I see that you have a high nose and broad eyebrows, you must be a great achievement." ”

was robbed of the limelight by the deputy director of a district transportation bureau, Zhou Hanyun was a little unhappy, he was reluctant to get angry with the beauty, and stabbed Deputy Director Liu coldly with his eyes.

Deputy Director Liu originally wanted to pat Zhou Hanyun's ass, but who knew that he suddenly slapped the horse's leg, he humbly hunched his waist, smiled and arched his hand and said: "Miss Meiyun praised it falsely, she is just a little staff member who eats with a mouth, haha, a little staff." ”

This person is really able to bend and stretch, Shu Ange has a smile in his eyes, and his slightly red cheeks are as clear as jelly and cute.

Zhou Hanyun has always liked to play operas, and often lingers in Tianxiang Theater, but now it is not easy to see a fledgling little girl, and her heart is fascinated.

He looked at Shu Ange and smiled, and he laughed too, took off the diamond ring on his index finger casually, and took a step forward: "A small gift is not a tribute, please Miss Meiyun not to laugh." ”

Zhou Hanyun's family is very wealthy, and the diamonds he picked up are very large, and they are worth hundreds of yuan.

Shu Ange put his hands behind his back and shook his head: "No merit is not rewarded, such a valuable gift, Meiyun can't accept it." ”

The people who came to the backstage with Zhou Hanyun were all good friends with him, and after hearing Shu Ange's words, they coaxed one by one: "Brother Zhou, this is the first time to touch a nail, it's strange, it's strange." ”

Everyone coaxed like this, Zhou Hanyun felt a little complacent, deliberately made a wry smile on his face, and handed the diamond ring to Shu Ange again: "Miss Meiyun, let's accept the gift below, otherwise Zhou will be ridiculed by everyone for a while." ”

He made a gesture, deliberately showing the identity of the noble son, but let Shu Ange realize that his family was probably only interested later.

People who really have status rarely see the words of their followers in their eyes.

After He Mengying entered the backstage, in a corner without lights, she secretly observed Zhou Meiyun's movements.

When she saw Zhou Hanyun coming to talk to Zhou Meiyun at the instigation of a group of people, she squeezed out a cold snort from her nose.

In He Mengying's opinion, a person like Zhou Meiyun who is not dignified and hooks up everywhere is definitely not worthy of the supervision of prayer.

How can we let the Prayer Governor know her true colors?

He Mengying bit her lip, her fingers tapped on the hanger in the corner, and she instantly had an idea.

She quietly went around, found a field clerk to go to the box of the prayer supervisor, and sent him a message: "Miss Zhou Meiyun was entangled in the background and asked him to go over to relieve the siege." ”

If the Prayer Supervisor really cares about Zhou Meiyun, he will naturally relieve her siege, and if he is present in person, he will naturally be able to see the scene of her left and right, even if he is not personally present with the guards, he can convey it on his behalf.

After He Mengying sent the scene work, she took Bao Shi Shiran out of the theater garden, called a car from home, and prepared to go home.

In the opera garden, when each scene just ends, it is the most chaotic and noisy.

The nobles who came to see the play either left early to stagger the peak period, or left late for a while.

Not long after He Mengying left, He Dashuai received a message from home and went back early.

After the play ended, Qi Hengyu waited in the box alone and left after there were few people, so as not to be forced to socialize with acquaintances.

He has never played a role, and he rarely comes to listen to the play, so I don't know if there is a relationship after the play, if there is a related person, he can go backstage to see the person who plays the play.

(Meow, I suddenly feel that our Uncle Qi is very well-behaved~~)