An ancient poem is praised by all the stars and becomes a guest at the table.
Facing the hypocritical flattery, Song Che just smiled lightly and didn't pay much attention to it.
For Ezhou, they are just passing through, there is no need to stay much.
"Dong dong dong!"
The gong sounded, the time had come, and the troupe began to perform.
All the guests in the White Crane Tower can sit among the seats and have a wide view of the stage.
Various acrobatics, vivid ventriloquism, dazzling singing and dancing, and exciting unique skills.
The actors and actresses' hard-working performance won a burst of applause, as the saying goes: "One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage."
After three rounds of wine, all the guests were intoxicated, their enthusiasm was high, and the cheers from the audience reached their peak.
The finale program "Shangdao Mountain" is about to debut.
I saw several strong men pushing a three-story-high scimitar to the front of the building. Gong Zhen, the leader of the Xilai people, was wearing a black cloth jacket with a red belt. Perhaps because of excitement, his pale cheeks were now rosy.
He waved his hands to the judges, first took a strip of cloth, and cut it on the blade in front of everyone to prove that this was his true skill.
"good!"
The applause was like thunder, and the distinguished guests upstairs couldn't help but stand up one after another and came to the edge of the building to watch.
Seeing Gong Zhen jump lightly, he jumped onto the handle of the knife, opened his hands to maintain balance, stepped on the blade with one foot, and heeled the other, walking on the steep scimitar as if on the ground.
The drop is getting higher and higher, and the blade is getting steeper.
All the spectators held their breath and concentrated, and they all 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, which was also the biggest, hardest and steepest step. He stepped out with his left foot first, and was about to use the force to lift his right foot——
Sudden!
My foot slipped!
He lost his center of gravity and hit the blade head-on.
"ah!"
Just hearing a scream, Gong Zhen fell from the air.
"Bang!"
He fell hard to the ground.
"father!"
"master!"
The accident happened anyway.
"Miracle Doctor Zhang, save people quickly!"
Speaking of Zhang Tianyang, the miracle doctor, Zhang Tong, the adulterer caught in the Lin family earlier, seems to be his biological son.
Song Che pulled Zhang Tianyang and ran downstairs.
Gong Zhen opened his eyes wide and fell in a pool of blood. For a veteran actor with decades of experience, how regrettable is it to bury himself with failure?
Zhang Tianyang checked Gong Zhen's pulse, shook his head and sighed: "He... is dead."
"Dad!"
Gong Lingzhi threw herself on Gong Zhen's body and cried loudly, feeling all kinds of pain and regret: "My daughter shouldn't let you perform like this on the mountain of knives!"
What was originally a festive event suddenly turned into a tragedy, and the spectators dispersed one after another.
"What bad luck! I should have hired another troupe. If I didn't have that diamond, I wouldn't have taken the porcelain job!" Zhang Ge, the prefect of Ezhou, walked out of the White Crane Tower angrily.
The government officials came around and urged: "Hurry and take it away! Don't dirty the auspiciousness of Baihe Tower!"
Several apprentices lifted up Gong Zhen's body, carried the almost limp Gong Lingzhi, and left the White Crane Tower.
When the song ends and everyone disperses, the stage is empty.
"Hey, I told you a long time ago that this show is too dangerous. If he had listened to the advice, there would be no tragedy like today." Shen Wenjun couldn't help but sigh.
Song Che frowned and looked at the towering machete, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why did a guy who was so skilled in the unique skill make a mistake in the last few steps when he was able to do it with ease in the first few dozen steps?
Even if he couldn't stand firmly, he could hold the blade with his hands, but the way he fell just now seemed more like the sole of his foot slipped.
How could an experienced actor with decades of experience make such a stupid mistake?
Something fishy!
"What are you looking at?"
"It's nothing, I just feel that this performance was not a mistake, but a well-planned... murder!"
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Because he died in a foreign land, the troupe had been wandering away for many years, and there was no ancestral home to store the body, so Gong Zhen could only temporarily stay in Yizhuang.
Gong Zhen's unexpected death also brought great trauma to the entire theater troupe. Not only was their reputation damaged, but their wages and rewards were also lost.
The roof beams and columns were broken, the house was crumbling, and the people in the house were terrified.
At this moment, when someone steps up to take the lead.
Inside the Yizhuang.
All the actors gathered together and decided on the team's responsibilities in front of Gong Zhenling.
"A family cannot be without an owner for a day. Now we must choose a new class leader to take charge of the overall situation,"
Qiao Qin paused, looked at Gong Lingzhi who was kneeling in front of the soul, his eyes red and swollen from crying, and sighed softly:
"Lingzhi, as Brother Zhen's daughter, should inherit his mantle, but since ancient times, women have not been in the family, and she is too young...Lingzhi, it's not that my mother is biased against you. You should also know that we have the right to eat this meal. It's not easy. In order to get the opportunity to perform on stage, your father had to socialize for several days and drank until he vomited blood. You are really not suitable for your daughter's family."
Gong Lingzhi bit her lip hard, clenched her fists and said nothing.
Qiao Qin didn't pay much attention to her feelings, turned to look at the three apprentices and said:
"As the adopted sons of Brother Zhen, the three of you have followed him around the world since childhood. It is logical for a son to inherit his father's legacy. Therefore, the new leader of this theater troupe will be selected from the three of you."
She asked again: "Is there anyone who can recommend themselves?"
Three brothers, look at me and I look at you. In the end it was Dalang who spoke, and he said: "Qin Niang, second brother, and third brother all have good abilities. I can't compete with them, so I'd better choose between them."
Erlang hurriedly said: "Brother, apart from our strength, Sanlang and I don't even know a single Chinese character. How can we be the class leaders?"
Sanlang also said: "Yes, how can we be the class leader? But you, the eldest brother, are knowledgeable and knowledgeable. You are usually responsible for managing all the affairs within the team. In our opinion, it is most suitable for you to be the new class leader."
All the troupe members also thought this was reasonable and recommended Dalang one after another.
Dalang humbly declined, but glanced at Qiao Qin: "Ms. Qin, after the master dies, you will be the elder in the troupe. It's up to you to decide this matter, right?"
Qiao Qin saw that the members' voices were so loud, so she agreed and said, "Dalang, you are indeed both capable and virtuous, and you are suitable to be the new class leader, but..."
She looked at Gong Lingzhi again: "Brother Zhen often told me that he only has one daughter like Lingzhi. Whoever can marry her can take over his position. If you want to be the class leader, Da Lang, you must marry Lingzhi as his daughter." wife."
"That's great. The apprentice becomes a son-in-law, and they become more intimate. If the old class leader is still alive, he will definitely agree!"
"Yes, the senior brother and the junior sister are so talented and beautiful, they are a perfect match!"
All the troupe members approved of the marriage.
Gong Lingzhi finally couldn't help but burst out and yelled:
"enough!"
With tears in her eyes, she glared at the group of people: "Now that my father's body is still cold and we don't want to mourn and bury him, you are here to elect a new class leader. Do you still have any conscience?"
"Lingzhi, you're wrong to say that," Qiao Qin's voice became colder: "We choose the class leader for the sake of the job of the entire Xilai people;
As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet? Who in our line of work has never had an accident or been injured?
Brother Zhen died in an accidental fall. We are all very sad, but we still have to live this life, right?
Furthermore, we travel all over the country and have no fixed residence. Even if we mourn, we can only mourn in Yizhuang. Can you still bring Brother Zhen’s body back to your hometown? "
home?
After wandering for decades, where is my hometown again?
When I thought of this, I looked at my father's body again, recalling the wind and rain from my childhood to adulthood. In the end, I died in a foreign land and had no homeland to return to. It was so sad, so sad.
Gong Lingzhi screamed, threw herself into her father's arms, and cried heartbreakingly.
