So when Gu Zheng's singing finally reached a passionate climax, it seemed to reflect the life of a hero from the side.

The two swords in his hand had already been gathered again and returned to one, and his sword pointed to the orchid, which was taller than his forehead.

With the trembling of Yu Jiguan, this wonderful segment performance ended.

At this time, all the shouting and good voices in the audience were gone, and the whistle pigeons that often passed by in the air above this alley... all quieted down.

There is only one person in this space, quietly and upright, looking at the black head of the crowd below the stage, but his thoughts are drifting farther and farther.

This feeling seems to have returned to the era of knowing opera, listening to opera, and loving opera.

I have to say that this feeling is really beautiful.

But, now it’s over, shouldn’t it be accompanied by cheers and rewards, applause and pursuit?

Why do you keep screaming while I was performing, but when you should have been acclaimed, everyone screamed again?

This is embarrassing, okay!

As if he knew the embarrassment, there were finally two people on the table in this field, and they were sensible.

Therefore, Director Tan Zijin of the Cultural Industry Bureau moved. He was actually the group before President Sun of the Chinese Opera Academy, and he was the first to applaud.

"Okay! Choi!"

Director Tan's cheers also awakened everyone in the audience.

For a while, they later realized that their applause was thunderous, and many people were so excited that they even slapped their hands.

The smoker who used his position to occupy a favorable position at the back of the stage, smoking while watching the performance, did not even notice that the cigarette **** had burned to the position of the ass.

It wasn't until the applause rang through the whole street that he realized that it was really dangerous. The filter was almost burnt and battered.

Panicking, the smoker threw the cigarette **** to the ground tremblingly, struggling to annihilate the culprit with the burnt smell with his feet, but the thoughts in his mind turned countless turns.

I go!

Gu Zheng still has this ability?

What kind of work does this md work?

Not to mention too much, I play on this stage every day, and I can make a lot of money by collecting tickets.

At that time, the guests on his side, fighting with chickens and birds, took a seat on this VIP table, with the red ticket in their hands, desperately smashing the past scene towards Gu Zheng on the stage.

Just thinking about it, the smoking gun left shameless saliva.

But wait, the smoker's gaze turned to a gray-blue old Fu's body again.

Ma Dan, why did Gu Zheng manage the city?

These days when the escorts went up to sing, they did it only when their brains were broken, right?

A wish to praise Gu Zheng as the star of Hongmen Village, like soap bubbles, shattered before ascending to the sky.

Thinking of the smoking gun here, he smiled bitterly, but his eyes rolled around and he grinned again.

What are you afraid of, there are so many holidays, Gu Zheng can't do this full-time, so he can't just do this stuff?

Hahaha, my smoker is really the smartest.

Suddenly relieved of the cigarette gun, the old **** took out a pack of cigarettes and drew the one that looked most pleasing to the eye.

Looking at Gu Zheng on the stage, amidst the loud cheers, the typhoon calmed down the curtain.

Actually, he retreated to the field with a fist like a hero ending the curtain, as a gesture of curtain call.

There is no sense of stagnation in the style change, and the contrast is so big that people in the audience know that this is really a pure man.

Seeing Gu Zheng's exit, even if many people shouted for another one, it was of no avail.

As the representative leader representing the highest authority in the neighborhood, Director Wang has already come to the stage with Shi Shiran, invited Director Tan to speak on stage and start a routine visit.

These people in Hongmen Village know that there will be nothing with them for the rest of the time.

Always unsatisfied...

Let's go home and find each mother.

Wow, the crowd dispersed quickly.

But Gu Zheng, who retreated to the backcourt, could not remove makeup quietly.

Because when he was sitting in front of the vanity mirror and unhooking his headgear, three groups of men and horses hulled in.

Have a good chat with him.

The future and life.

The first to arrive was naturally the smoke gun near the water tower. He was not welcome. When he took off the fixed hair accessories on his head like Gu Zheng, he followed the plan in his heart with Gu. Zheng said.

"I said, buddy, little brother, you are not righteous anymore. You have such a skill and you are still hiding with your brothers. Why are we afraid of cross-talking, so we will laugh at you for failing?"

And Gu Zheng nodded without hesitation, and returned: "Yes, you forgot the Lu Jun in the next street, but you like to twist your waist when you walk, and you like to make dolls and toys on weekdays. Just give people the nickname Niang Niang."

"Now, everyone is going to work as a traffic policeman. I was seen by you when I posted a ticket at the crossroads. When I went up and carried it, it was a mess."

"A big man who has been for so many years can only be a nanny."

"I don't dare to show such a good thing to death."

Hearing Gu Zheng's revelation, the old face of the smoking gun was red. This is the old calendar from how many years ago, so why has it been revealed by Gu Zheng again?

This is not good.

So he explained in a whisper, "Hey, isn't that young and ignorant? It will still be like this now."

"You are also a member of the Red Gate Village anyway, so just ask if you can do this favor for the buddies!"

Looking at the bargaining smoke gun at the same place, Gu Zheng seemed to have traveled through the centuries and saw the confrontation with Guo Nuoyan in that twilight.

Ever since, this rare soft-hearted man said lightly: "Okay!" Then he said his request.

"When the show starts, I have the final say. You also know what I do. There is really no way to give you a punctuality."

"Is this next? I don't want a fixed opening fee. I won't take advantage of you when our reputation didn't rise in the early stage."

"Well, let's break into guest appearances."

"After a scene, 30% of the total profit belongs to me, and the reward share is half split. What do you think?"

The smoking gun on the side squinted his eyes carefully, and settled down a long-term cooperation plan after clapping his hands.

"Sure! Let's not play virtual, you don't want to go on stage with my brother, and I don't care about the share of this point with you."

"I also want to thank you for your support of this street."

The two people reached a preliminary intention and were about to talk about it. They would draw up an agreement when they went back. An unfriendly voice came from behind them.

This second wave of people followed the smoke gun and killed them.

"Brother, don't be fooled by the big gangster next to you."

"Although the income of our folk art workers is indeed not too high, it depends on who is the payer."

"If it's like the boss of a small local venue asks us to lead the show, a scene can't be taken down for a thousand dollars."

"On the scale of this new street in Hongmen Village, even the passenger flow of some old commercial streets cannot reach it."

"If there is no one to watch the show then, wouldn't you only get a few dozen yuan in income and sing for nothing?"

"This is a price drop!"

The person who said this was a student of President Sun, a high-achieving student who would transfer from the Academy of Chinese Opera to the Central Conservatory of Music for further studies.

She looked at people of Gu Zheng's level with a bit of hatred for iron and steel, and they were discussing passionately with this kind of gangsters for a place of tens of hundreds of yuan.

I'm really afraid that this predecessor will be deceived like this.

As soon as he heard this, Gu Zheng didn't say anything, and the pipe was angry.

He spit out the cigarette in his mouth with one sip, and waited until the unlit smoke rolled around on the ground when he found out, I went, this was the one he patronized and was shocked and didn't light it. That one.

The smoking gun wearing cloth shoes and sweatshirt, adhering to the principle of never wasting, picked up the cigarette again...

Then he pointed his finger in the direction of Hu Bibi's voice, and said, "Who is so much nonsense."

"What is the relationship between Gu Zheng and Gu Zheng, and what is the relationship between Gu Zheng and the neighborhood in Hongmen Village?"

"There are more people who are in charge of heaven and earth this year~lightnovelpub.net~ and there are others who take care of what you want, is it interesting?"

But the little girl who was pointed at was not afraid of the sneer of the smoking gun. On the contrary, Gu Zheng, who was looking at the makeup removal in front of the mirror, continued and said: "Senior Gu, don't be fooled!"

Is this taking Gu Zhengge as an old antique who doesn't know the world and concentrates on learning opera?

However, Gu Zheng, who was overwhelmed by others, did not express half a point. On the contrary, he smiled. He turned around and looked at a kind of opera academy behind him. Have the teachers invited to watch the kid's play?"

"Here I want to thank you all for your help in borrowing costumes."

After listening to Gu Zheng's words, the smoker who came over just wanted to probe something, and slapped it behind his forehead.

"Snapped!"

"Who beat your uncle!"

"Your father, I played! Brat, know a little politeness, who is your uncle."

After this slap, there is no need to ask, it must be the father of the smoker.

The old man just finished hitting his son here, and turned his head to smile at Mimi and rubbed his hands at the Principal Sun and Director Zhao on the side, just like the fans of his childhood, for fear that these two beautiful women who wanted to be big names were angry. .

But the two principals Sun didn’t think it was a pestle. They just smiled at the smoker’s father, then turned their gazes back, turned to Gu Zheng’s body, and said, “If you know that the costume that Elder Tang is going to borrow is for you. The characters, we must support them greatly."

"I don't know, who did the young man learn from?"

Hearing such a question, Gu Zheng had a meal and returned without blinking his eyes: "I learned from a troupe."

"If you talk about the history of this team, in the end it was dissolved during the Republic of China."

It's no wonder that it really is the inheritance of people who no longer come out of the mountain.