Chapter 1054

Song Zhi took some clothes given to him by Wang Jun and thought about it, but he still couldn't bring them home.

You must return it to Wang Jun today!

He must not take bribes.

He continued to stroll backstage with his baggage in his arms.

Everyone was busy and no one looked at him again.

This was the first time he came backstage. He thought the scenes in front of him were very interesting.

"Let..."

Someone came in from the outside carrying a square board.

The board is covered with loess!

And some green leaves.

Fresh out!

Song Zhi narrowed his eyes and asked, "is this?"

The four stopped and looked at him.

Surprised: "Oh, it's Mr. Song!"

"Yes."

"Why is Mr. song here free?"

"Just come and walk around." When Song Zhi spoke, he covered his burden behind him and asked, "what are you carrying?"

Several people carrying things smiled: "Mr. Song doesn't even know this? This is loess!"

Song Zhi was slightly embarrassed: "I naturally know this is loess, but how can I carry the soil here?"

"For props."

"Props?"

"It's the Loess used by ghost mother when she buried her husband. It used to be fake mud before, but the leader suddenly said to use real mud. It's more real."

"Oh!" He nodded.

The leader of Tao Group is really intentional.

"Son song, is there anything else?" Asked the man.

Song Zhi stopped talking and shook his head: "no, you're busy with your work."

"OK."

The men carried the Loess away.

Small meeting, Song Zhi wandered around backstage again and asked several talents to find Wang Jun's dressing room.

Worthy of being a Xiaosheng, it has a separate place to use.

It's not big, but compared with other roles, the treatment is very good.

Song Zhi looked inside. Costumes and props used by Xiaosheng were hung everywhere, and a lot of makeup were placed on the makeup table.

Bottles, bottles and cans, piled everywhere!

Song Zhi put the burden in his hand under the dressing table.

He felt that Wang Jun would not notice at that time, so he simply put it on the table.

Make sure Wang Jun will notice as soon as he comes in.

"Young master Wang, no merit or reward! I really can't accept your clothes." He bowed to the burden.

And out!

As soon as he left the gate of xizhuangzi, he heard someone behind him say, "what's the matter with Wang Jun? Can't he play the play in the evening?"

Another said, "I've looked all over."

"Still no one?"

"No."

"What can I do?"

"Don't worry, master. Anyway, the leader of the class has asked Zhang Xiaobai to wait. If Wang Jun can't come in the end, he'll take it."

"Zhang Xiaobai is not suitable to play a small role!"

"It's inappropriate! But what can we do now? Only he can go on, and others are not familiar with drama." The person who was called the master sighed and waved his hand: "it's all right. Let someone go out and look for Wang Jun again. If you find Wang Jun, you'll quickly pull him back. Really, he usually tells us something first. He knows that many people come to the theater to watch ghost mother burying husband in the evening. Now this play is very important

Head, since he's missing for me, I'll have to skin him when I see him. "

"Master, don't be angry."

"Forget it, go find it quickly."

"Yes!"

After listening, Song Zhi looked back and saw that the masters of the troupe were all black.

It's like eating people!

He didn't dare to provoke, so he left.

Because he had to go to the theatre in the evening, after buying the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea he needed, he strolled around the street with those things.

I'll sit down at the big tree outside Town God's Temple.

I'll sit in front of the storytelling stand later.

Later I went to the tea shop and asked for a bowl of tea.

But time passes very slowly!

I wandered around for a long time until the afternoon.

……

Ji Yunshu rested all night and took Jingrong to the street early in the morning.

Yiwu is really beautiful!

Lanterns and birdcages are hung at the door of almost every house, which is quite artistic.

The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the climate is moderate, and it is neither cold nor hot in December.

People are also refreshing.

Jingrong accompanied her around, and the corners of her mouth were hooked up all day.

He likes Ji Yunshu's state now, likes to see her smile, and likes the worry free look in her eyes.

During the period from Dalin to Huyi, Ji Yunshu hardly mentioned anything before.

As if that experience had never existed.

But no one understands her better than Jing Rong. He knows that she has not forgotten or "healed". It's just that the scar scabs. You may be torn away at any time.

Once you tear it apart, it will flow into a river of blood.

But seeing that Ji Yunshu is now like this, he is also relieved.

Maybe it's a good decision to come to Huyi.

Only when you leave the sad place can you forget the past.

At the end of the whole day, Bai Yin was a little impatient and didn't have much interest.

He held his chest in his hands and looked around with his eyes. He said, "Yiwu is good, but there are too many business customers. There are too many people, and everything is complicated."

Jingrong patted him on the shoulder: "where there are people, there is Jianghu. Jianghu is a complex place."

"Everything you say is right!"

"If you're reasonable, of course."

"But you literati don't have a set." Baiyin doesn't like literary crepe, so she walks forward quickly.

Looking at his back, Jing couldn't bear to laugh.

This white sound can be cold and cruel, but sometimes it's very interesting to talk.

Ji Yunshu listened to the dialogue between the two, with a slight hook in the corner of his mouth.

Also smiled.

Finally, the three found a restaurant and sat down.

Ordered a few small dishes and two pots of good wine.

As soon as the food was served, Jingrong's bodyguard came.

"Childe."

Jing Rong said.

The bodyguard took out three tickets from his clothes and said, "childe, here are the tickets."

Just three!

Ji Yunshu.

A picture of Jingrong.

A white tone.

Jing Rong took it and waved his hand.

The bodyguard withdrew.

Ji Yunshu looked, his eyes opened and asked, "is this the ticket for ghost mother burying husband?"

Jing Rong: "don't you have more meaning for those two plays? We'll go to see them tonight."

Bai Yin interrupted: "didn't you say it's hard to get a ticket?"

Jing Rong clapped the tickets in his hands, picked his eyebrows and said proudly, "as long as there is silver, there is nothing you can't do."

It's true that money can make the devil grind.

White tone plug.

Jing Rong looked at Ji Yunshu and said affectionately, "if you want the moon in the sky, I can pick it for you."

Ji Yunshu blushed.

Drooping eyes.

The dog food was sprinkled too suddenly.

Bai Yin coughed a few times.

Pay attention to the occasion, pay attention to the occasion.

Jingrong smiled and said, "you should get used to it."

Bai Yin: "..." someone said that he had eaten this bowl of dog food all the way and didn't want to eat any more.