Song Zhi held the clothes that Wang Jun gave him. After thinking about it, he still couldn't bring them home.
He had to return them to Wang Jun today!
Accepting bribes was something that he absolutely could not do.
He continued to stroll backstage with the bag in his arms.
Everyone was busy, and no one looked at him.
This was his first time coming backstage, and he felt that the scene in front of him was very interesting.
"Excuse me …"
Someone was carrying a square wooden board into the room.
The board was full of yellow soil!
There were even some green leaves on it.
Fresh out of the oven!
Song Zhi narrowed his eyes and asked, "This is?"
The four of them stopped and looked at him.
They were surprised. "Oh, it's Mr. Song!"
"Yes."
"Mr. Song, how come you have time to come here?"
"I just came to stroll around." As Song Zhi spoke, he covered the bag in his hand behind him and asked, "What are you carrying?"
The people carrying the bag laughed. "Mr. Song, don't tell me you don't even know this? This is yellow soil! "
Song Zhi was slightly embarrassed. "Of course I know it's yellow soil, but how do you carry it here?"
"It's for making props."
"Props?"
"It's the yellow soil that Ghost Lady used to bury her husband. She used fake soil before, but the class leader suddenly said to use real soil, so it's more realistic."
"Oh!" He nodded.
That Class Leader Tao was really thoughtful.
"Is there anything else, Young Master Song?" the person asked.
Song Zhi wanted to say something but stopped, and shook his head. "No, you can go back to your work."
"Okay."
The people carried the yellow soil away.
After a while, Song Zhi wandered backstage for a while, and asked a few people before he found Wang Jun's dressing room.
As expected of a young actor, he had his own place.
Although it wasn't big, compared to other roles, the treatment was already very good.
Song Zhi looked inside, and there were costumes and props for young actors everywhere. There were also a lot of makeup on the dressing table.
Bottles and cans were piled up everywhere!
Song Zhi put the bag in his hand under the dressing table.
He felt that Wang Jun wouldn't notice it, so he put it on the table.
He was sure that Wang Jun would notice it as soon as he came in.
"Wang gongzi, there's no such thing as an undeserved reward! I really cannot accept these clothes of yours. "He bowed to the bundle.
Then he went out!
Just as he left the main entrance of the opera house, he heard someone say behind him, "What's wrong with Wang Jun? Are we still going to act tonight? "
Another person said, "I've searched everywhere."
"Still no one?"
"No."
"What should we do?"
"Master, don't worry. Anyway, the leader has already asked Zhang Xiaobai to wait. If Wang Jun can't make it in time, he will go."
"Zhang Xiaobai is just a small-time actor. He's not suitable at all!"
"It's indeed inappropriate! But what could he do now? He's the only one who can do it. The others aren't familiar with the script. " The person who was addressed as Master sighed and waved his hand. "Forget it. Send someone out to search again. If they find Wang Jun, quickly bring him back. Usually, he would tell us first if he had something to do. He knew that many people would come to the theater to watch 'The Ghost Lady Buries her Husband', but this play was very important.
Boss, since he's playing missing, when I see him, I'll definitely skin him alive. "
"Master, don't be angry."
"Forget it, forget it. Hurry up and find him."
"Yes!"
After Song Zhi heard this, he turned around and saw that the master of the troupe had a dark expression on his face.
He looked like he wanted to eat someone alive!
Song Zhi didn't dare to provoke him, so he left.
Because he still had to watch the play in the evening, he bought the daily necessities he needed and wandered around the streets.
Later, he went to the big tree outside the Shing Wong Temple to sit.
Later, he went to the storytelling stall.
Then, he went to the tea shop and asked for a cup of tea.
However, time passed extremely slowly.
After wandering around for half a day, it was already afternoon.
…
Ji Yunshu rested for the night. Early in the morning, she pulled Jing Rong along to stroll the streets.
Yiwu was indeed very beautiful.
Almost every house had lanterns and birdcages hanging in front of their doors. It was quite artistic.
The town was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the weather was moderate. Even in December, the weather was neither hot nor cold.
The atmosphere was also a lot more refreshing.
Jing Rong accompanied her for the whole day. The corners of his mouth curled upwards.
He liked Ji Yunshu's current state. He liked to see her smile and the carefree look in her eyes.
During the time they spent in Huyi from Great Lin, Ji Yunshu almost didn't mention a word about the past.
It was as if that experience never existed.
However, no one understood her better than Jing Rong. He knew that she hadn't forgotten, nor had she 'recovered'. It was just a scar that had formed a scab. However, it could be torn open at any time.
Once it was torn open, blood would flow like a river.
But seeing Ji Yunshu like this, he felt a lot more at ease.
Perhaps coming to Huyi was a good decision.
Only by leaving the place of sorrow could one forget the past.
After a whole day, Bai Yin was somewhat impatient and didn't have much interest.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and blindly looked around. He said, "Yiwu is good, but there are too many merchants. When there are too many people, everything becomes complicated."
Jing Rong patted his shoulder. "Where there are people, there will be Jianghu. Jianghu is a complicated place."
"Whatever you say is right!"
"If it's reasonable, then of course it's right."
"I can't win against you scholars in an argument. You have a way but you don't have a way." Bai Yin didn't like polite words and quickly walked away.
Looking at his back, Jing Rong couldn't help but laugh.
When Bai Yin was cold, he could freeze people to death. When he was ruthless, he could also be ruthless. But sometimes, his words were very interesting.
Ji Yunshu listened to their conversation and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.
She also smiled.
In the end, the three of them found a restaurant and sat down.
They ordered a few dishes and two jugs of good wine.
As soon as the dishes were served, Jing Rong's guard came.
"Young master."
Jing Rong grunted in response.
The guard took out three tickets from his clothes and said, "Young master, these are the tickets."
There were exactly three tickets!
Ji Yunshu opened her mouth.
Jing Rong opened his mouth.
Bai Yin opened his mouth.
Jing Rong took the tickets and waved his hand.
The guard retreated.
Ji Yunshu's eyes widened when she saw the tickets. She asked, "Are these the tickets for 'Ghost Mother Buries Her Husband'?"
Jing Rong said, "Didn't you want to see more of the lines in the play? Let's go see it tonight. "
Bai Yin interrupted, "Didn't they say that tickets are hard to come by?"
Jing Rong patted the tickets in his hand and raised his eyebrows. He said proudly, "As long as you have money, there's nothing you can't do."
'Money makes the world go round' was not wrong at all.
Bai Yin was at a loss for words.
Jing Rong looked at Ji Yunshu affectionately and said, "Even if you want the moon in the sky, I can pluck it for you."
Ji Yunshu blushed.
She lowered her eyes.
'This display of affection is too sudden.'
Bai Yin coughed a few times.
'Pay attention to the occasion, pay attention to the occasion.'
Jing Rong smiled and said, "You have to get used to it."
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