When he was about to arrive at Yefu, yexunan suddenly asked, "brother, do you think that Huadan looks good today?"

"What Huadan?"

"It's that Xie Mosheng, boss Xie."

Ye Zichu thought about the handsome young man he had just seen. He sincerely said, "it's really good."

"That little two didn't cheat me," ye Xunan laughed. "It's more beautiful than little peach."

Ye Zichu suddenly stopped and looked back at him: "find an."

"What's the matter?" Ye Xunan raised his eyes doubtfully.

"I know that you always like beauty. It's nothing to do with food and sex," ye Zichu coughed, "but you shouldn't be so ridiculous that even men..."

He didn't speak, but ye Xunan understood.

Ye xun'an's face turned from white to red, and his voice was a little higher: "brother, what are you talking about?"

Seeing him like this, ye Zichu couldn't help laughing and reminded: "I'm just joking. Why do you react so much. You can keep your voice down, or you will disturb your father and have a good look. "

Think of Ye master, ye Xunan can only curl his mouth, cleverly did not make a sound.

He looked up and there was a round moon in the sky.

I don't know why, I think back to the young man who was enchanting. No matter how beautiful it is, it's also a man.

……

Xie Mosheng dropped his eyes and listened to the teacher's instruction carelessly.

After all, he didn't express any opinions on the performance. He just foolishly advised himself to contact more dignitaries.

The headmaster is a greasy faced middle-aged man with a big stomach. His eyes are full of Philistines and his brain is full of shrewd calculations.

Xie Mosheng's life experience is not so bitter.

It's just the old story that an orphan was picked up by the good old troupe leader to teach him and inherit his legacy.

The old headmaster was strict with his disciples. He was beaten and scolded for his poor basic skills. When he was young, it was a common practice.

But Xie Mosheng never complained about the old headmaster. It was the old headmaster's ability to make a living. It was the old headmaster who let him have a bite to eat. Compared with the days when he was hungry and cold before, it was nothing more than a little bitter and a little beating and scolding.

The old headmaster was a good man, almost treated Xie Mosheng as his own son.

Xie Mosheng, zaohui, has been determined to become a famous actor since he was a child. He earns a lot of money to show filial respect to the old class leader, so that he can comfortably spend the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, the pure dream of the youth was soon smashed.

When Xie Mosheng was 13 years old, the old leader of the troupe was poisoned, so the troupe changed his master, and his dark days began.

Beat, abuse, cut off water and food.

They tried to torture him, just because he was so beautiful that the new leader wanted to hold him in his hand and send him to a rich businessman who could afford a big price.

The new leader can see that Xie Mosheng is a good material for opera. There are more ways to make money with him in the future, so he can't just kill people. So he let him go for the time being.

The teenage boy is a lonely, powerless boy. He doesn't want to die like this, and he doesn't want to get rid of the troupe he grew up in. Under the coercion and inducement of the new troupe leader, he has to sign a contract to sell himself.

Since then, Xie Mosheng has worked harder to learn opera, and his dream of youth has disappeared.

Deep in the night, the youth's dream, can no longer find that year's comfort, only resentment and hatred swept the mind, he wanted revenge.

For the old class leader and for himself.