The audience under the stage made me laugh

Chapter 8

The fifth watch is the time when Lame Street opens, but now if you look up Yang Street, you will find that no shop is open.But Yin Street is mostly unpacked. Compared with Yang Street, the business hours here are different. Normally, it will open at the most popular time, and the street will be temporarily locked at noon.Buttercup four is to step on the open street and come here to squat for the God of Wealth---or squat at home. The big boss who died at home pays for the young master Ranunculus who knows everything to sing a funeral show---the death Well, the songs are still sung for the dead, no matter who you have offended, if you sing well and it's cheap, don't ask anyone for you.

The end of Lame Street is a dead end. Two rows of locust trees with black branches and white flowers are planted like knots at the end of the alley. The locust tree trail ends at a thick black-gray concrete wall, which looks indestructible.If you look carefully, you can find a small wooden door behind the cold pagoda tree, with mildew stains engraved in the grain of the wood, but the copper lock is very shiny --- a very old copper lion face The style is probably often touched, and the nostrils of the lion are glowing with the luster of money.

At first glance, there is a smell of copper with a sense of history.Young Master Ranunculus is not a saint himself. If he doesn’t love money now, he will starve to death. Therefore, to him, seeing this ancient wooden door is like seeing his own father, the old man who saved him from hunger and hardship. Father.

The big hermit hides in the city, and Young Master Ranunculus understands this truth well - he planned to buckle the lion's head politely, and then go in to ask for money after the owner agrees, but he didn't want the lock to fall off as soon as his hand grasped the doorknob .

……Lost.

The lion's head, which was still imposing just now, fell in front of Ranunculus's four feet, and its parts were torn apart.

I'm not, I didn't, don't look at me, it's not me|did it, even if it was me|did it, I can't afford it! ! !

Young Master Ranunculus is neither stupid nor rich, but he is a shrewd young man, but he immediately stays where he is: Don’t be a master of porcelain, if it is really today, he has to strip him of all his clothes, so he may not be able to leave.

Young Master Ranunculus was blowing the cold wind with his head on his head outside the door, and the leaves of the locust tree beside him fluttered and swayed from the trunk three or two times, and fell to the ground after a few spins. At the feet, I cherish each other with the broken body of the lion's head, looking pitiful and depressed.

Young Master Ranunculus feels that this situation, this situation, this person's heart is extremely depressed.If the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves exaggerates the atmosphere of sadness in spring and autumn, then what is the winter wind sweeping the fallen leaves?First, it reflects the physical and mental weakness of the five good young people who have been oppressed by money and social sanctions, thus tracing back to the source and causing thousands of people to cry and think deeply, and finally achieve the goal of saving the poor people from the fire and water?

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.Ransi carefully picked up the scattered remains, and made a solemn decision in his heart---he is an honest person, how could he make a mistake and escape?

...The key is that he feels that if he doesn't go in, he will freeze into a fool and become the same kind as the lion head.Ransi smiled wryly.

And it turns out that Mr. Ranunculus has never let him down with his experience gained from tumbling and crawling. Wordy communication sound.There is a plaque with a blue background and a gold border on the door. The three big characters are plated with silver on the top, and it reads ------'funeral hall'.It seems that this is the true face of the humble wooden door.

Young Master Ranunculus learned to be smart. He didn't touch the door lock this time, but just knocked lightly on the door panel, attracting the attention of the two fools inside the door who didn't even notice anyone coming in.

"..."

"..."

The chatter stopped, but he was still ignored.

Embarrassed embarrassing.

Ransi tried his best to look like a good person --- because the silly boy told him several times that his smirk was sour and mean, and every part of his face seemed to be mocking, so he just greeted lightly: "excuse me."

Still no one spoke.Ransi could feel the two people on the opposite side looking at him without hesitation --- it was really straightforward, as if Pengcier was about to collect debts.Young Master Ranunculus sweated a little on his palms.

The two looked at each other in dismay, and it seemed that a hundred or so messages were conveyed and countless contents were exchanged between a few eyes, and finally a young man with a tall figure and a handsome face stood up.

The room was brightly lit, but Ransi didn't see where the light came from, and he didn't know how it did it.The two people on the opposite side were backlit, and because they were sitting, looking at them from the position he was standing at now, most of their bodies were hidden in the light and shadow, and now someone stood up and walked in, and Ransi could see each other clearly What kind of Zhang.

"Hello, what can I do?" It was a young man with spring breeze and rain in his brows, a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, and a moist voice. The first impression was that he was very clean.

The gentleness of the same Miss Shang Wenshui, but it gives people completely different senses, which may be reflected in: if you put the two together, you will immediately choose him as a normal person among the two.

"Excuse me, are there any white actors here?"

Young Master Ranunculus thinks about February, and always believes that begging on the street is not a long-term survival strategy, nor is it a sustainable development strategy.In order not to go hungry, he had to find a stable job.So here comes the key question --- what will he do?What can he do with his body?

Carrying rice on the bridge and dragging white|noodles?Pushing carts to build walls and move bricks at the construction site?Eat bullets and hit the barrel of the gun to beat the bandits?

No, he can't, he's false.

He can only know how to read, sing and play haha.It's not his turn to teach, and he doesn't have the time to take this test or that test. A group of brats who are enough for him to suffer from a stupid kid can annoy him to death.

Singing Yangqu is no good either, he was blocked by Master Qu with one word, and he can't get along anymore.so what?As far as he knows it, he can only find a job in the underworld to hang around, that is, singing yin songs.Anyway, eight|nine is inseparable from ten, and the Bai actors are also actors. They are from the same family, but they sing different things, and they are a little weird.The key is that no matter how long the hand of the human master Qu is, he can't reach the underworld, and he cares about right and wrong with the dead.

The young man looked embarrassed, and quickly turned his head to look at his companion who was still hidden in the darkness. Seeing that the other party didn't intend to come out, he sighed helplessly, and looked at Ransi with apologetic and complicated eyes: "I'm sorry, we It's not the owner of this shop, it's just a temporary stay, and it's time to leave after a while. As for the real owner of the shop..." He looked embarrassed, "I'm afraid you don't believe me, and we don't know."

Buttercup [-]: Heaven will kill me.

Young Master Ranunculus sighed again, extremely frustrated: "Excuse me." He rubbed his hands back and forth several times, took out the lion's head part wrapped in the handkerchief and put it on the altar beside him, repeating in his heart several times 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry'.After doing this, he was about to turn around and leave, but a trembling and unsteady voice came from behind him: "Please, are you Mr. Qi?"

Ransi froze for a moment, calmed down and replied without leaving a trace: "Mr. Xiao is right, my surname is Qi, but... I really can't be called old, I am only two or three years old." He turned around again , and he gave up on himself and smiled as if he wanted to eat a child, with a gloomy look on his face: I am not old, I am really not old, how do you talk like a brat?How did the parents teach it?

But I saw the sneaky bear child in the shadow staggering, moving slowly towards Ransi with the trembling amplitude and frequency visible to the naked eye.

The young man with a handsome face smiled very far-fetched for a while, looking at Ranunculus, he was sweating all over the place.He helped the brat who was almost bruised on his left and right feet and walked in front of Ransi.

"Hi, hello!" The boy's hairstyle is very strange, at least in Young Master Ranunculus' opinion.Even though he has traveled all over the country and is well-informed, he has never seen such a hairstyle with colorful hair curled like weeds.The bear trembled as if he was going to pass in the next moment, thanks to the support of his companions he didn't lose face.

"Hello..." Young Master Ranunculus really felt that he was unlucky. The opera house met a psychopath who yelled to take revenge on him, and a psychopath with a weird haircut encountered another psychopath in the dirty place of Lame Street.In the future, when he has money, he will have to study medicine to cure all the abnormalities in his head.

The other party opened and closed his mouth and then opened it again, but the dumplings in the teapot could not be poured out, as if he was dumb for a moment.Young Master Ranunculus feels that he is a scourge that eats people without spitting out bones.Does he have some unknown senior status?Could it be that he has lost his memory and forgot that he is a warlord who has made great achievements?Could it be...he is the chosen one who lost the world?

Young Master Ranunculus' eyes shined.

The bear child turned into society and gave him a loud and clear mouth: "Mr. Qi, can you sing us a song "Yutangchun"? We have admired it for a long time."

Do you want to pay? If you don’t pay, you won’t sing.Young Master Ranunculus is grinning.

The young man picked up the bear's words on his face, and his words were straightforward to make Young Master Ranunculus cry bitterly and kindly to call Young Master Ranunculus Daddy, but he hesitated to speak: "It can be seen that you are very short of money now..." After looking at his embarrassing companion, he said, "You see, it's rare for my companion to meet...Idol, can you please ask Mr. Qi to sing a song, and you can ask for the price."

"Okay." Ransi stuck in the other party's voice and replied --- God of Wealth, don't run away!

"Yutangchun" cannot be sung alone, but because Ransi sings the main character, there are not no monologues.So in this simple and wonderful environment, Young Master Ranunculus briefly returned to Ranunculus Tsing Yi and reviewed his famous work again.

When the last word fell, there was deafening applause echoed in the small space, and Ransi was flattered for a moment: "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The bear boy stopped stammering, his legs stopped shaking, his face was upright, and he respected the extremely inflated Young Master Ranunculus in front of him.

Young Master Ranunculus felt his body light and light, and he thought: So the song he sang can also cure diseases, isn't it normal to look at the silly bastard now?