Chapter 70： Troupe chores

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The dawn was beginning, and some white light just appeared on the horizon.

Yan Dan hummed a small song and pushed open the door of the small courtyard. He walked past Min Liu who was sitting on the steps and rubbed his eyes. He raised his hand to touch and touched the top of her head. The feeling of touching someone's head from a condescending position was really good: Go to sleep, why sit and wait for me?"

Min Liu stared at her: "You, do you seem very happy?"

Yan Dan smiled: "It's okay."

"Aren't you hit by some wind demon? You were...that, shouldn't you be crying?" Min Liu's mouth was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but speak.

"Cry? Why are you crying?" Yan Dan pushed her behind her back, "Go to bed, there is still a show to be performed in the evening, don't you have to come on stage to sing a few words?"

"Did the bully let you go last night? It's impossible. He obviously won't miss it from the age of ten to eighty!"

"Hey, he will definitely not have that kind of interest at the age of eighty, but from now on, he won't bully men and women. Okay, go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Min Liu yelled and pressed against the wall: "You, you...could it be that you killed him? The murder will pay for his life. So many people saw you being taken away by him last night. You, you hurry up and run away. !"

Yan Dan still smiled: "Killing? How could I do such a bad thing? What about me, I just made him unable to do that kind of thing in the future."

Min Liu thought and thought, and finally reacted, his eyes almost falling out: "You, you, you...castrate, castrate...?"

Yan Dan opened the door and pushed her inside: "Observe, go to sleep."

Min Liu desperately held her hand: "You are crazy about this kind of thing, if he reports to the official and then convicts you, how much torture will he suffer?"

Yan Dan sighed, why she just couldn't turn around this turn, she held Min Liu's shoulders and looked at her eyes to speak clearly: "If it were you, would you report to the official? "

Min Liu let go of his hand and leaned against the door. He only listened to the tune of Yan Dan humming and tuned out of nowhere, and walked away lightly and cheerfully.

If she is the king and bully...

"Of course I'm going to report to an official, and I have to spend money to put people in jail and torture him secretly. I dare to castrate or castrate... Hey, that's right. The reporter must be charged with the charge that someone castrated him. , Ha!" Min Liu said to himself, "How come no one has thought of this, now it's fine, our Tongcheng's blessing..."

Except for the class master's stingy character which made Yan Dan resentful, everything else was fine.

Yan Dan stayed in the mortal world for a few days, paying attention to everything, slowly touching some of the mortal customs. One of the most important points is that money in the mortal world is a very important thing, just as important as the fairy law in the Nine Heavens Court.

Yan Dan was very poor, and after deducting the silver owed from his wounds, his monthly monthly silver was only three or four dollars, which was only enough to buy occasional snacks for a tooth ritual. Every time she bumped into Hua Hanjing buying the powder and rouge gouache box by box, she couldn't help thinking that if the money was given to her, she could sit in a restaurant and tea house instead of buying steamed buns on the side of the road.

At the end of spring, the troupe would rush to the show for several nights.

After a few nights, the son of Xuan Yi that Min Liu was worried about would be there, thinking that because he liked being quiet and not crowding with others, he always sat at the corner table.

I heard from the class leader that after the late spring, they will go to Nandu to rush to the show. Tonight this play is the last one to sing in Tongcheng.

Yan Dan couldn't help but teased Min Liu: "Ah, we are going to Nandu tomorrow, won't you go and talk to the young man?"

Min Liu stroked his sleeves with flowing clouds, and the colorful embroidery thread on the sleeves was gorgeous: "Do you think I would not know? That son of such a good looks must come from a good family. Who am I? How can I be worthy of it? He? And, the last time, there was a girl next to him. The girl was tall and charming, and he didn't like me at all."

She replied sadly: "Or you are doing the right thing. You don't go over and watch it every time. What if I watch it. I'm not an actor? An actor is an actor, and I can't turn around for a lifetime."

Yan Dan couldn't help laughing. She had liked someone before, but she watched too many movies and got used to the joys and sorrows in it. She felt that it was actually not something worth holding on.

Uncle Zhao Qi, who is acting in martial arts, often tells stories with them. He told them that there was an old **** in the sky. There was a red thread in his bag, which tied the ankles of the two destined people together. Regardless of the ends of the world, the two people bound by the red line will always meet and then know each other on a blind date.

Yan Dan yawned and thought, that old fairy was actually too lazy. He often tied one person's ankle and the other person's ankle was forgotten, so the red thread was **** and tangled in a mess. Her one, and the person that Yaoyao is holding, are probably too messed up.

The stage was torn down overnight, and everyone hadtily washed up and planned to fall asleep, and they had to leave here when the gate was opened tomorrow morning. Yan Dan hugged a bunch of costumes and hurried along. In the cool night breeze, a woman's clear and melodious voice suddenly heard: "Mountain Lord, I really don't understand, what's so good about this play..."

Mountain owner?

Yan Dan paused in his footsteps, and suddenly passed by with someone. The air was filled with a light scent of scented wood, and if she were not particularly sensitive to this smell, she would not be able to smell it.

A low and gentle voice drifted along the wind, but he couldn't hear what the other party was saying. Yan Dan turned his head and took a look. It was really the young man in black clothes. Standing in the dark night, he lightly tapped the girl's forehead with the folding fan in his hand, and then smiled and said something.

The sky was dim at this time, and they stood far away, it was strange that she felt so sure that the other party was laughing.

The next day it was still dark, and Yan Dan went out of the city with the group sleepy. She has seen in the book before that horses are used for transportation in the mortal world, and there are horse-drawn carriages in wealthier houses, and of course the horses that go with them are also good horses. Yan Dan couldn't help sighing, the immortals in the heavenly court wanted to come down to the earth with a lot of oil and water. In addition to walking with her feet, the best time was to take a bullock cart. The bullock cart was almost a wooden board. The sun was very bumpy.

In this way, he went on his way day and night, and finally reached the boundary of the southern capital a month later.

Yan Dan didn't know what everyone was thinking, but they all felt that she was originally from a good family, but she ran away and lived in this field. Later, I only understood a little bit. In the mortal world, only the family is rich, and the daughter at home still has the opportunity to read and read, and she happens to write good handwriting. This is in contrast to the tunes she sings that I don’t know where to tune. The class leader shook his head and sighed. : "Unfortunately, your family didn't expect to find someone to teach you rhythm."

Yan Dan actually wanted to say that she had learned music, but the master finally became angry and refused to teach it. As for the good handwriting, it was really forced by the master. If you are often punished to copy the scriptures a hundred times, you will be able to write well as the days are longer.

It's just that Yan Dan can't sleep well recently.

There was a spot on her arm for no reason, and there was a tendency to spread. Once Min Liu saw it, he was shocked, and thought she bumped into it somewhere. Yan Dan pressed the corners of her mouth and did not speak. This spot of bleu was not touched somewhere, but a corpse spot. After all, she was too long when she was in the Netherworld, and she lost half of her heart. It is not strange to be infected.

When she woke up when she couldn't sleep at night, she would write and write in the book to kill time. Later, she started to learn to write opera excerpts. After listening to more operas, she could also write together. I saw the old man pulling the erhu back, and read the last sentence, "The wind is like ten miles of lotus pavilions, the carving cages are similar, the Qi households are slanted, the moss marks are full of swallows and the jasper jade, and the Xiang concubine is embroidered." , Said with a smile: "This can be used as a lyricist with a tune. The lyrics of your story are all fine, the class owner really has a vision."

Hua Hanjing stood aside, wearing a thin Tsing Yi, with a very plain tone: "I don't think it's very calm, I'm afraid I can't sing. If I just want to sing, it sounds uncomfortable."

Min Liu immediately sneered: "It's not that you can't sing. There are no words that can't be sung in this world, only people who can't sing!"

Hua Hanjing's face darkened.

Yan Dan pressed Min Liu down and said with a smile: "The words are written with irregular rhythm, but you are so powerful, you can sing even the uneven words with a special flavor."

Hua Hanjing's strained face became loose, took the book and turned and walked away: "I'll take a look first."

Min Liu pouted: "Ah, you can even say something that violates your heart. I will ignore you."

Yan Dan said in his heart that her master is such a remarkable figure in the Heavenly Court who likes to listen to good things, and mortals naturally love to listen.

The first play after the troupe settled in Nandu was the one written by Yan Chan. The same play was played three nights in a row. Because even several aristocratic princes from the Southern Metropolis came to join in, there were too many people watching the theater. The host was very happy, and even Yueyin gave her three more coins. Even though Yan Dan knew that this class leader was really stingy, he felt very happy in his heart that he could actually buy some small things for three dollars.

Yan Dan moved the ladder and stepped on the side of the stage to pick up the lantern hanging on the stage.

Uncle Zhao exhorted "Be careful not to fall" behind him, and walked away carrying the props.

Yan Dan stretched out his hand and barely reached the lanyard of the lantern. Suddenly he was empty under his feet. He only heard the sound of a series of cracks of the Krakla wood before he fell off the wooden ladder. She can't be killed if she falls like this, but it's hard to say whether she will twist her waist. Yan Dan is very puzzled. She has been getting up early and busy these days. She has only lost weight. She shouldn't be so fat that she can step on a ladder, right?

Yan Dan did not fall to the ground as she thought, but someone stretched out his arms, hugged her around her waist, and said with a chuckle: "How can you let a girl do this kind of rough work? Where did it fall, isn't it a violent thing?"

Violent things...

Yan Dan shivered solidly: Could she be molested?

She looked at the person who was holding her waist, and then at the folding fan in his hand, and finally at the ladder beside her, and instantly understood two things: First, the son of the apprentice. Very rich, if his fan is pawned, it can be a lot of money. Second, the ladder was not crushed by her, but broken by the young man. With this strength, it seems that the other party will know how to do it.

The man opened the folding fan with a snap, shook it slowly, and asked with a slight smile, "Why, don't you have anything to say?"

Yan Dan said blankly, "Who are you?"

The man seemed a little surprised, and he closed the folding fan and knocked on his chin: "Don't you recognize me?"

Yan Dan patted his hands away: "Should I recognize you?" She hates people with dirty hands and feet.

He chuckled softly: "I thought the girls in the city recognized me, but... it doesn't matter, I'm surnamed Lin, and the two names are Weiyan, so the girl laughed."

Lin Weiyan? Yan Dan thought for a while, and immediately remembered: "You are the'that' Lin Shizi." The southern part is the capital of Southern Chu, and most of the high-ranking officials and relatives of the emperor are here. Lin Weiyan was the prince of the dynasty, the official worship of the Supervisory Department, and his fame was a young man. There is also a son of the current prime minister's family, named Pei Luo, who is also the supervisor of the Supervision Department. Both of them are well-known in the southern capital, but they are famous for their love affairs.

"That one? What do you mean?"

Yan Dan said hurriedly: "Nothing, nothing, I just said it casually." She can't say, Lin Shizi, you are really famous, no one in this Southern Metropolis knows who doesn't know you have always been called "the romantic is not indecent, no mercy "what.

Lin Weiyan took a step closer and smiled slightly: "I saw the play you wrote the day before yesterday. It's very good. Even Brother Pei Luopei praised it."

Yan Dan hurriedly took a step back: "Much, thank you..."

"Now you know who I am, but what else do you want to say to me?" He took a step closer.

"That's right," Yan Dan pointed to the ladder on one side. "This ladder is still used. It was bought with a penny of silver. You can lose it."

The author has something to say: two more chapters, and then really paused to update T, T