Chapter 492

Song ran, dressed in plain clothes, is more beautiful and more pitiful than Jiang Feng. Wearing a flowerpot bottom and walking in a pavilion, director Li felt as if she had taken some reassurance when she appeared on the stage.

This girl, the typhoon is steady, don't worry.

However, the audience at the bottom had a small disturbance. Those who came to the arts and crafts troupe, especially those in the front rows, were all old audiences. They were used to seeing Jiang Feng. Suddenly, they changed the main character. How could they have no opinion.

At the bottom, there was a lot of noise: "refund, refund, this is not fooling people..."

"It's Jiang Feng. Who is this girl?"

"It's also Jiang Feng who advertises outside of the arts and crafts troupe. But when we come in, we can see the girls who come out of nowhere. Isn't that a lie?"

Yao Xifeng, sitting in the second row, suddenly brightened his eyes Isn't this song ran? She's on stage?

Director Li's heart was raised to her throat. She was not afraid of anything else. She was afraid that the girl's psychological quality was not good and affected by these people.

On the grandstand, it is obvious that song ran was not affected at all. He stepped on the stool, shook his hand, and hung the three foot white silk on the beam of the house, and then looked directly into the audience

At this time, two lines of clear tears slowly flow from the eyes With the sound of music, the whole atmosphere suddenly became extremely sad. The audience in the front row who wanted to make trouble suddenly became quiet

Her sadness, too infectious, a pair of sad eyes, can make people feel the desolation and despair of the cold palace abandoned imperial concubine.

Director Li clenched his fist tightly. His eyes were fixed on Song ran. Then he glanced at the audience from time to time. He said in his heart, "girl, you have to keep up with me. You must strive for success. If you succeed in the first show today, you can have a seamless handover with Jiang Feng.

If it's broken It will be even more difficult if you want to get ahead in the future.

Yao Xifeng was totally immersed in it, and his eyes became more and more infatuated. No one in the world could move him like this except song ran.

Song ran tied the white silk, and then choked: "in the third year of Chengde, I entered the palace. Now, in the sixteen years of Chengde, I haven't seen the emperor for 13 years. In this way, it's better to leave the earthly world and go to the nine springs, so as not to be humiliated again."

With that, she hung Bai Ling around her neck and kicked off the stool without hesitation

Yao Xifeng suddenly stood up and was yelled at by the people behind him: "what are you doing when you block someone else's watching the opera?"

He sat down quickly.

Director Li on the side of the stage was shocked: "what is this dead girl doing? Hanging is just a show. How could she really hang up? "

The army was nervous: "do you want me to go up?"

Director Li waved her hand, and the little maid on the stage rushed to her, hugged her leg and cried, "Niang Niang, Niang..."

With that, song ran lifted her up. Song ran pulled Bai Ling tightly, and her veins were visible. She freed herself from the circle and fell heavily with her maid

Looking at all the pain, the army beside director Li tut said: "really cry, really hang, really fall, this girl It's very hard... "

Director Li's eyes are full of admiration, smile and no words. The people she likes are obviously not bad.

Yao Xifeng in the audience suddenly got up, and the cat walked out slowly. As soon as he went out, he casually dragged a staff member: "where can I sell flowers?"

"When the literary and technical troupe goes out and turns right, there is..."