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Mei Xiaoyan brushed freely and painted a portrait that people are full of praise.

"I can let Painter Mei paint a portrait of my whole family, my face is bigger than the sky!"

The chief soldier was very proud, and every beard was smiling.

Since there is a plum painter who stands out for Qiu Mei, the chief soldier will naturally not force Qiu Mei to drink again.

The night banquet is exquisite, only the chief soldier's family, Mei painter and Qiu Mei.

Knowing that Qiumei was still drunk and the wind and cold had not healed, Mei Xiaoyan specially asked the cook to make ginger and red date soup for Qiumei.

After two cups of hot soup, Qiu Mei sweated slightly, and her complexion gradually became ruddy.

When the sky is full of stars, the chief soldier has no excuse to keep Akimi.

originally wanted to send soldiers to escort Qiu Mei back to her residence, but Mei Xiaoyan borrowed a carriage from the chief soldier.

The emperor's teacher, how can he take care of a drama so much?

The general soldier can't guess it, and he doesn't bother to guess.

The horse's hooves are slow, only Qiu Mei and Yan know.

From the outer house of the chief soldier to the residence of the troupe, it is about five or six miles.

Qiu Mei doesn't take a car, Yan knows not to drive, the two hike Xingyue, and the carriage walks aside.

Yan Zhi asked Qiu Mei about the new things in the theater, and Qiu Mei told him about the sound and color.

Yan Zhi has been laughing, and he is also a little admired.

"It turns out that there is a unique language in the theater, which is really interesting. ”

After smiling, he frowned and asked lightly: "If you urge people to go faster and use drama, what should you say?"

"You know, you're wrong. Qiu Mei smiled faintly: "If you want to call it a pear orchard, you can't call it a drama." ”

"Liyuan Xing?" Yan Zhi frowned: "It's a very elegant name, is there an allusion?"

"Tang King Li Longji let the Lingren learn skills in the pear orchard, so the Lingjie is called the pear orchard line. Qiu Mei lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "This is what I heard from my master, if you don't allow it, you can't blame me." ”

I see, the singers are singing, dancing and singing in the pear orchard, which is indeed picturesque.

"If the pear orchard line wants to urge people to hurry up, they will say, "Horse forward. ”

"Ma Qiandian?" Yan Zhi smiled again: "Is there an allusion to this statement?"

Akimi shook her head, as if she felt that he had too many questions, but Akimi still explained to her carefully.

On the stage, you can't ride a horse, only a horsewhip instead.

If the whip is fast and the body doesn't keep up, it's like you've been left behind by a horse, and it's time to keep up.

Climbing the mountain is called going up the ladder, and going down the mountain is called turning over the stool.

When you meet, you call out, and you say goodbye.

These are the words of the pear orchard line, and Qiu Mei said a lot to Yan Zhi in one breath.

"Sure enough, the image!" Yan Zhi high-fived and admired, and said with emotion: "Qiu Mei, it's really hard for you to remember so many things." ”

In fact, these are not difficult to remember, and they are related to the hands, eyes, body, method, and steps that have been practiced since childhood. Qiu Mei lowered her head and smiled: "I was beaten by the master a lot, so I naturally remembered it." ”

"What's the matter? When you study drama, does Master beat people?"

Seeing Yan Zhi's surprise, Qiu Mei smiled even more: "Yan Zhi, you really don't understand Liyuan Xing, how can there be a master who doesn't beat people?"

On the stage, many moves are practiced by children, so most of the people who eat drama have been in the industry since childhood.

For such a young child, can the master fight it?

Learning drama is hard, and no child is willing to suffer.

The so-called can't fight no horn, this seems to be the unchanging truth of the pear orchard.

"I was beaten from a young age. Yan Zhi sighed for Qiumei: "Qiumei, you have suffered hardship." ”

"You don't know, you don't understand again. Qiu Mei laughed at him again: "The most bitter thing is not being beaten, the most bitter thing is opening your legs." ”

The leg is spread horizontally into a line, and the taste is as if tearing a person apart alive.

If you can't open your legs for a day, you won't have anything to eat for a day.

I can't open my leg for ten days, and I don't have anything to eat for ten days.

Hunger, or pain?

How do you let the ignorant child choose?

The stage is gorgeous, and the audience is bloody and tearful.

If you want to be noble before men, you must suffer after you.

Everyone in the pear orchard knows this sentence, but if you really become a horn, can you really be noble?

Qiu Mei is the first Ling, and it seems that he is loved by thousands of people, but he knows best what the truth is.

Qiu Mei said it lightly, and she always said that it was not enough to say that it was hard to deal with.

Yan Zhi no longer pestered Qiumei to ask about the pear orchard, lowered his eyebrows, and seemed to sigh at Qiumei's bitter years.

It was Akimei's turn to ask him, "Is it so hard to learn to paint?"

"If you compare it with learning drama, it's sweeter than honey. ”

Qiu Mei smiled and deliberately teased Yan Zhi: "I thought that I wanted to hear your suffering, but who knew that you would say so much to me." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Qiu Mei said again: "One day, I'll help you drive a horse, so that you can also taste the taste of being able to move your feet to the top of your head." ”

This is obviously a joke, but he knows it seriously: "Only by empathizing with me can you be your confidant, I am willing." ”

Qiu Mei was stunned, how could there be such a stupid person?

Moved to ask him, "Really?"

"Fake. Yan Zhi couldn't help laughing, and replied equally seriously: "I don't have to hold chopsticks between my feet, why bother to move them to my head?"

It turns out that he is not stupid, but bad.

While talking and laughing, he has returned to the door of his residence.

This road seems so short.

The two stopped, Qiu Mei lowered her head and whispered: "You know, your towel is really too dirty by me, I'm afraid you won't be able to wash it." ”

Yan Zhi laughed twice, and just wanted to reply, when he heard someone interject: "As long as you take my play, even if it is a towel woven with gold thread, you can afford at least a thousand yuan." ”

The voice is so hearty, and the voice is so confident.

It was almost midnight at this time, who was talking about business at night?

Yan Zhi stepped sideways, blocking in front of Qiu Mei.

I saw a man in a white robe, with a white towel on his head and a snow-white feather fan.

When the moonlight is faint, you can still see him a little handsome for the first time.

"If you want to make an appointment for a play, you should go to Lingjie, why did you tell us?"

Yan Zhi took a few steps to block the man in white from approaching Qiumei.

"Wan Qiulu, the world's first young girl, is here, am I not right?"

The man in white seemed to sense Yanzhi's displeasure and stopped.

Hand crank feather fan, full of style.

He actually knew Akimi, and it seemed that he couldn't be fooled.

"Isn't it too late to talk about drama at this time?"

That's not true. The man in white shook his head and said: "Double shadows under the moon, walking stars, the two of you standing together, it's like a play." ”

"You should find the class master to talk about the play, please start early tomorrow. ”

I can't detect whether this person is friend or foe, and I don't know if I always let him.

"Can the class master be the master of Wanqiu Lu?"

The man in white didn't understand how to retreat when he learned about the difficulty, and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Qiu Mei was afraid that he would be entangled, so she told the truth: "It's unfortunate that the adults came, we will leave this place tomorrow, and if he has another chance to get lucky, he will definitely present a good show for the adults." ”

Although it is polite, this is already a reverberation.

The man in white didn't care, and was full of smiles: "You have to sing Li Yuanwai's play, and you have to sing the play of the chief soldier, all because they are people who can't afford to offend the troupe." ”

After talking about the previous relationship, he patted his nose with a feather fan, raised his chin, and was very proud: "Are you sure, can you offend me?"

The arrogance he said provoked Yan Zhi to chuckle: "Dare to ask who Brother Tai is?"

The man in white smiled.

"I am a man sent by the king of Yama. ”