Chapter 1024： Goodbye, the marshal, I will climb the wall tonight (14)

Fu Yue returned to his original residence, rented in a small house around Paramount, Wen Liang was already facing the situation of being driven out soon if he could not pay the rent.

She sighed silently.

Thinking of her upright, when did she encounter such embarrassment?

No money, really nothing.

She touched the purse in her hand. It was the thin one that Sheng Yun had just stuffed her with. It seemed to contain silver bills and some broken silver.

Fu Yue took it out and took a look, but was stunned.

In addition to the broken silver in the purse, there are two huge silver bills.

How big is the denomination?

Enough to buy a jewelry store.

Fu Yue rubbed her eyes to make sure that she was right.

"..."

She has a strange expression on her face.

That person Sheng Yun... won't give her all the belongings, right?

bride price?

Fu Yue coughed slightly, shaking the thoughts in his mind.

She put away the purse, took only the broken silver in it, and prepared to buy some food first, and by the way, she told the owner of Paramount why she hadn't been there for so long.

Arrived at the backstage of Paramount.

After explaining it to the boss, the other party just waved his hand at random, saying that he knew it. Seeing the boss this way, he knew that he didn't care if the original little actor was there.

Fu Yue sighed slightly.

This can also tell how much the original body is not valued.

As usual, she sat in front of her dressing table, took out the costume and makeup tools.

Start tracing makeup.

Whether there is a play or not, it is still necessary to prepare first.

Now she only has this job, and she can only go on and eat.

Because she is poor.

The kind that is too poor to eat.

Fu Yue sighed again.

...

This time, halfway through the performance outside, the boss rushed in and glanced around at the backstage, as if the **** chief drafted the emperor.

Seeing Fu Yue, the boss' eyes lit up and he pointed his hand.

"You, you go to sing on stage."

"Why don't you come here? This is the birthday of the old lady Bo, come to our Paramount Theatre to listen to the show, warm and cool, and sing well, as long as the old lady is satisfied, the benefits are indispensable for you."

Fu Yue was startled.

Old lady Bo?

Isn't this Bo Sijin's mother?

So Bo Sijin is here too?

Realizing this, Fu Yue couldn't help but frowned.

She really didn't want to leave the plot.

But now due to livelihood (that is, poverty), she has to bow her head, bend her waist for five buckets of rice, and drive the ducks to the shelves to perform.

...

On the stage.

The Tsing Yi actor set his sleeves, and the dark red and light green figure of Chuyue was swaying gently. The actor has a curvy figure, and his face is painted with gorgeous oil. He can't see his face clearly, but by looking at his figure, he knows that he is a stunning beauty.

Wen Liang has a good voice.

She is a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, and she speaks with a sense of grace in Wu dialect.

There were some people sitting in the audience, headed by a young warlord. The man was dressed in military uniform with a handsome appearance. He wore a long black cloak on his shoulders. A thin golden chain hung from the belt of the uniform, reflecting the metallic luster.

Fu Yue only glanced at him and knew that this was the scum of Bo Sijin.

Sitting next to him was an elderly lady, who was probably Bo Sijin's mother.

Of course Fu Yue didn't want to attract this person's attention, quietly acting as an emotional singing machine.

She sang, she sang, and she sang.

...

After singing.

Fu Yue, who was supposed to step down, was stopped.

"stop."

The voice is cold. For details, please refer to the male protagonist of the ancient Republic of China.