Chapter 1053

Sheng Xing is the hero in the Opera!

Xiao Sheng for short.

Song Zhijing: "Oh! It's you!"

"Isn't it?" Wang Jun pulled him to sit down.

Song Zhi said, "I'm really sorry. There's no water at home. Otherwise, I'll go to the yard and help you."

"Don't bother so much. I'm not looking for you to drink water. I want to talk to you about something else."

Seeing him smiling at himself, Song Zhi felt something in it and said, "tell me, what's the matter with coming to me so late?"

Wang Jun didn't beat around the Bush anymore. He leaned against him and said, "your play book is so hot. Many people must want to write it again. I'm here today to ask Mr. Song for something."

Please him?

Are you kidding?

He pulled his sleeve and said, "childe Wang can play the life of ghost mother burying husband. Naturally, he is the pillar of Zhao family class. What else can I do for you?"

I'm poor.

"Even so, there are some things that only Mr. song can do."

"Oh?" Song Zhi didn't believe it. He smiled bitterly. "I'm a story lang. I have no money and no power. What can I help you?"

"You can help me write a story!"

"Ah?"

Wang Jun said, "I came to you today just to ask Mr. Song to take me as the corner of his next book."

"Ah?"

"I believe it should not be difficult for Mr. Song?"

"Ah?"

Wang Jun listened to him repeatedly. He was a little anxious. He grabbed Song Zhi's hand and said, "although I played the Xiaosheng of ghost mother burying husband, I'm a famous actor. If Mr. Song wanted to write a new play book with me as his character and play it by me, the play would still be popular."

Song Zhi was speechless: "

Wang Jun: "what? Mr. Song doesn't agree?"

Song Zhi didn't know: "since Prince Wang is already a famous actor, why do you care about my new play book?"

"Mr. Song doesn't know! There is a lot of competition in this line now. Although I am lucky to play the Xiaosheng in your play book, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and someone will replace me sooner or later." Wang Jun is worried. Wang Jun was actually born as a clown at the beginning and has never been favored by others, but after his own efforts, he gradually climbed to the role of Shengxing. It took a lot of effort to play the role of Xiaosheng in ghost mother burying husband, but after all, he is almost thirty and won't be popular for a long time. Although Song Zhi's play made him popular, once a new student appeared, he would be replaced immediately. Therefore, he wanted to come to Song Zhi and ask him to write a new play book based on his own prototype. In this way, he didn't have to worry about being replaced. At least he could be popular for a period of time until he made enough money

Say.

However, Song Zhi didn't like the pressure of "burden", so he politely refused: "childe Wang has strength. Don't worry about these. It's song. I may not be able to write a good book again."

"I have great confidence in Mr. Song! So I hope that Mr. Song will be successful. As long as Mr. Song writes the next play book for me, I will play your Xiaosheng with my heart."

"But I don't know what to write in the next play book?"

"Don't worry, as long as Mr. Song promises me."

Song Zhi really dared not promise him: "young master Wang, please don't embarrass me."

Wang Jun frowned, then opened the burden he had brought, pushed it in front of Song Zhi, and said, "I heard that Mr. Song needs some winter clothes, so he specially picked some to bring to you. You and I have the same body shape, and you should be able to wear them."

"No, no, no, no reward for no work."

"This is my heart. Take it."

Wang Jun pushed those clothes in front of him.

Without waiting for Song Zhi to say anything, Wang Jun had already got up to leave.

"Young master Wang, you'd better take this dress back."

"How can I take back the gifts I brought?"

Wang Jun hurried away.

Song Zhi didn't know what to do. He grabbed the burden and chased for some time. He saw Wang Jun disappear into the night.

"Hey!" He sighed heavily.

It was so cold that he had to go home with the burden in his hand.

I have to say that Wang Jun's vision is excellent. The version of the clothes he chose is really good. Song Zhi touched the material, which is also good.

But he's suffering badly now.

Later, he took out from his clothes the contract that the leader of Tao clan gave him today

A contract!

A burden!

He was helpless.

The next day, taking advantage of the effort to buy firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, Song Zhi took the clothes sent by Wang Jun yesterday and went to the opera Chuang Tzu of the Zhao family class first.

I'm going to give it back.

There are few people in the theater during the day. All the people in the theater are busy.

While everyone didn't pay attention to him, he got into the backstage. There were all actors to play, wearing makeup and costumes. Some were talking, some were rehearsing, in and out, and there was a burst of excitement.

He searched again and didn't see Wang Jun's figure. It's reasonable to say that he is the Xiaosheng of the play and should be prepared inside.

"Mr. Song?"

Someone recognized him.

When he heard the sound and looked, he saw a man in clown makeup coming towards himself while tossing his costume.

"Mr. Song, why are you here?" That was unexpected and exciting.

"I'm looking for Wang Jun."

"Oh, unfortunately, Wang Jun didn't know where he went today. He didn't see anyone all day."

"No one?"

The man was also worried. He slapped the back of his hand on the palm of his hand and said, "it's true! There's another play waiting for him to go on stage tonight, but this man is gone and I don't know where he has gone."

"What about that?"

"What can I do? I can only find someone to top it." The man asked curiously, "just Mr. Song, what are you doing looking for Wang Jun?"

It's hard for him to say that he came to repay the gift, so he had to be careless, "some small things, some small things."

"Tell me if it's not big. I'll tell you if I see him later."

He quickly waved his hand, "no, no, I'd better tell him myself when I see him."

"That's OK. I have something else to do here. I'll be busy first."

"OK, OK."

Just as the man was about to leave, he stopped, took a ticket from his body, stuffed it into Song Zhi's hand, and said, "I think Mr. Song hasn't seen the ghost mother burying the husband he wrote? You happen to be here today. Just sit down and have a look."

Since the drama became popular, it's really hard to get a ticket!

Song Zhi has no money and can't buy tickets. Naturally, he despises it.

"What's so funny?" He said.

The man said, "you are the hero of the play. Of course, OK, I'll be busy first. Mr. Song, you can also walk around."

"OK."

After the man left, Song Zhi looked at the tickets in his hand. It was better to obey him than to respect him. He put the ticket stuffed in his hand in his pocket and waited for the play in the evening.