"Okay then, come with me."
Lou Wenliang was like a Confucian scholar from the old days, walking slowly. Yue Guanchao wanted to stride forward, but he couldn't get to the front of the troupe, so he simply followed the team at the back.
Climb up the stairs and turn around.
As soon as they stepped into the dressing room on the second floor, several shattering porcelain bowls rang in their ears.
Then, a middle-aged woman wearing an azure floral cheongsam rushed out of the door, followed closely by vitriolic curses:
"I'm also telling you, don't think that you don't take me seriously now that your wings are strong."
"If you don't do as I say, I will expose all the dirty things you did in the past!"
She looked so menacing like a tigress that she almost knocked down Song Siyuan.
"Master Lou, who is this? So rude."
Song Siyuan reluctantly stood still and wanted to hold the woman responsible, but found that she had gone downstairs and there was no trace of her.
"Hey, it's a long story. She has nothing to do with today's interview. I'll call you Yunxian!"
Not long after Lou Wenliang entered the dressing room, several tender cries came from inside, and even the curses were so charming. It must be Lou Yunxian.
They were about to enter the makeup pavilion when all the female apprentices were scolded with "Go away". Even Lou Wenliang had to come out in disgrace.
Yue Guanchao looked around and saw that these female apprentices were not very old. They were fifteen or sixteen years old, and their bodies looked slightly feminine, but compared to Lou Yunxian, they were all just wooden poles.
In order to facilitate their work, most of them wear dark-colored short coats and short jackets. Their hair is combed into two strands and braided on top of their heads, and a red cloth is draped in front of their foreheads and hangs down to the back of their heads.
In this kind of dress, most of them are apprentices before they became a hero!
Lou Wenliang shouted outside the door: "Yunxian, these reporters want to write a special report for you. If you don't come out, then they can leave."
"Oh, let's go, let's go, I won't see any guests today."
Helpless, Boss Lou could only apologize to Song Siyuan:
"Look, Cheng Jiao'er has a bad temper. She's angry today and doesn't want to see anyone else. Otherwise, let's make an appointment another day."
"this……"
Yue Guanchao didn't expect that even after he had reached the door, there would still be complications. He couldn't forcefully break into the dressing room and tell Lou Yunxian that you had a dead brother.
Isn’t this crazy?
Baoqi was beaten out by a famous opera actor who was in a bad mood.
Thinking this way, I can only give up.
"Well, you won't leave Fengtian in the next half month."
Song Siyuan still thought it would be nice to ask so as not to waste any more time.
Lou Wenliang smiled elegantly and shook his head:
"That's not true. Yunxian is going to be in a new play in the next half month. How can he go out?"
"Well, today is not considered a lack of care on our part. I will give you three theater tickets and come back to support you when the new play comes on. Then I will make sure Yunxian cooperates with you well."
Lou Wenliang had said this, and they could no longer be reluctant. Several people thanked him and turned around and left the stage.
Back in Yaxiang, a new play "Killing the Traitor" has begun on the stage. It tells the story of the former upright official Hai Rui who killed the powerful ministers Yan Song and Yan Shifan and his son!
Listening to the drama, Yue Guanchao always felt that the woman seemed familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember it at all.
…
Outside the theater, back streets and alleys
This middle-aged woman was wearing an azure and floral cheongsam. She was drunk and started muttering to herself. She was holding a cigarette in her left hand and holding a wine jar in her right hand as she turned the corner of the alley in a daze.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, come and save me~"
The middle-aged woman was about to pull away when she heard the cry in the darkness. She couldn't help but stop and look around the corner with her sleepy eyes.
"Why are you crying here in this dark place? No matter how miserable you are, you can't be as miserable as me. My son is dead, my daughter is dead, and my niece doesn't want me as an old woman anymore."
She thought about begging for money when she was old, and suddenly she felt sad. She sat cross-legged on the ground and started crying. She screamed so hard that she wanted to scold her former enemy a hundred and eighty times.
"Whoa, whoa, who will save me?"
The woman cried for a long time, but the strange crying in the corner did not stop.
She looked towards the dark alley, and now she realized the strangeness. The voice in the corner seemed to have only one sentence, and she could not cry out anything else.
"It's so strange that you won't even cry when you're mourning."
Being drunk and emboldened, this woman didn't know where she got the courage. She got up and walked towards the corner of the alley.
As he got closer and closer, the sound gradually became more sinister, like the white-haired wind in the middle of winter, which chilled people's hearts and minds.
Snap!
The woman lit the match and looked forward. Garbage was everywhere and debris was everywhere. The moment he saw the brick wall at the corner clearly through the light of the fire, his eyes widened with tears.
There is no trace of any living person beside the wall.
Next to this wall, there is clearly a puppet wearing red and green, with a white face and bright blush.
They must have been damaged by the craftsmen. They were missing arms and legs, and the colors were mixed together. They looked like old, weak and sick people leaning against the wall.
The cry came from the paper mouth, and the blood and tears flowed, just like a real person!
"Ah~~"
"It's haunted~"
The woman was so frightened that she ran away, but within a few steps, she heard a loud bang and was slapped on the shoulder.
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