Gu Shunyi looked at the stage: "It's a pity that he is an actor who only entertains people."
Song Siyuan had no prejudice against Lou Yunxian and shook her head at her:
"Mom, it's a good thing that you are still the wife of an ambassador abroad. Foreign movie stars are respected and praised by the whole country. How come you have become a low-class character when you come to your place?"
"Siyuan, you don't understand. Mom is not looking down on her, she just feels sorry for her fate."
Gu Shunyi saw that her daughter might have the wrong idea, so she took off her glasses and looked at her:
"Since ancient times, actors have been of the highest rank. To entertain people, they inevitably have to deal with high-ranking officials and powerful people. They have no success in the past and no backing in the future. I am afraid that they can only flatter themselves when meeting these big shots. As for the flies and dogs among them, only the people involved can drink water and warm themselves. Know."
"Anyone who can become a famous actor must practice hard in the summer and in the winter. Only by working so hard can he achieve a good reputation. So what if he becomes a famous actor? In the eyes of high-ranking officials and powerful people, he is just an oriole used for feasting and entertainment, just like the oriole used for feasting and entertainment. It’s the same as an oiran’s attire: the greater your reputation, the more scandals there will be.”
"You can only eat youth food like this until you are thirty years old. When you are old and your appearance fades, no one will come to you."
After finishing speaking, Gu Shunyi sighed:
"The so-called actor's life is cheap. What is cheap is never the profession or the person, but their fate that will inevitably decline. No matter whether they are famous or humble, they have to entertain others. They have become a bird in a canary cage for others. Once the flowers fail, everyone will Trample on it."
"It's a pity. It's a pity that she was born in the wrong fetus. If she was born in my belly, she wouldn't be able to entertain people. With her hard work, she must have great fortunes."
"It's just you~"
Gu Shunyi twisted Song Siyuan's nose dotingly:
"I don't care about such a good family background. I just want to be a little-known reporter. If you want to become an official, with your knowledge, you may not be able to become a female ambassador."
"Okay, okay, if you really want her to be your daughter, why not just accept her as your adopted daughter?"
Song Siyuan looked at Lou Yunxian. If she could really escape the fate of decline in the future, she would be willing to have more sisters.
Gu Shunyi smiled intellectually and shook her head helplessly:
"This marriage ceremony is all about chance. I want her to be my adopted daughter for no reason, and I don't want to scare her to death."
Listening to Gu Shunyi's words, Yue Guanchao felt more sorry for Lou Yunxian. She must have lived a very hard life in these years to be able to be successful on stage.
But wandering in troubled times, life is like duckweed, what will be her end!
After singing "The Drunken Concubine", Lou Yunxian took his final bow several times before going completely into the back hall to wash off his makeup.
Song Siyuan ran down the stairs with the Yue brothers. Song Zhencheng knew that this girl couldn't stay idle, so she said solemnly towards the stairs:
"Don't forget to come back. Don't be too playful."
"knew."
After Song Siyuan walked down the stairs, she tipped a few copper coins to the waiting hall. The waiting hall was very happy and led them around the corridor to the back of the stage.
Once you enter the backstage, the backstage of Futang Theater is indeed more grand. The corridor behind the curtain wall is as wide as a driveway, with many dressing rooms and dressing rooms on both sides.
People were coming and going, swords and guns were piled up, and the virgins, netizens, moochou, etc. were all busy, and the little apprentices helped other Huadans in Tsing Yi to make up.
"Class leader? Someone wants to see Boss Xian."
The waiter stopped the middle-aged man in front.
"This is Wen Liang, the head teacher of our Futang Courtyard."
Yue Guanchao followed the waiter's finger and looked forward.
Wen Liang, the main building of the troupe, is wearing an azure mandarin jacket and a moon-white gown. He has gold-rimmed glasses on his slightly square face and a pocket watch and pen hanging in his pocket. He is full of bookishness. His simple clothes and gentle eyebrows give him a gentle and elegant feeling, not like a businessman. , more like a scholar and professor.
"Who are these?"
The waiter looked at the people behind him, and Yue Guanchao quickly grinned:
"Master, this is a reporter from Fengtian Times. She wants to write a news article about Yunxian, a famous actor in Liyuan!"
Song Siyuan looked at Yue Guanchao with evil intentions. This smooth-tongued man spoke with a calm face and a heartbeat, which made her tell lies again and again. She told more lies now than in the past ten years!
"Ah, yes, yes, I am a reporter from Fengtian Times."
Song Siyuan fumbled in her handbag and took out her press pass from it. Fortunately, she had brought her food with her, otherwise it would have been really troublesome.
"It turns out to be a reporter from Fengtian Times!"
Lou Wenliang must be knowledgeable and capable to cultivate a generation of celebrities. He has heard of the reputation of Fengtian Times!
"It's just that your newspaper runs a strict newspaper and never publishes gossipy news. I don't remember any news about folk art movies."
Lou Wenliang was not a fool after all. Song Siyuan rolled her eyes and decided to tell a few more white lies:
"Master Lou, we don't want to publish tidbits about her. I have read the interview in "Modern Times" and I want to do a report on the self-reliance and self-reliance of the people at the bottom of the Republic of China."
"Oh, that's it!"
As soon as Lou Wenliang heard the reason, the doubts in his eyes gradually turned into smiles. Whenever a reporter comes, he would like to dig out the eighth generation of Lou Yunxian's ancestors. Seeing that Song Siyuan wants to make the news, the vigilance on his face gradually dissipates!
