Chapter 83

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The waiter at the door took a long breath, but immediately stood aside. Because he gasped too loudly, the onlookers turned around and choked their next breath under the condemnation of the audience's eyes.

The boss of his own family finally heard how far he was from others, didn't he?

From now on, you can safely stop performing in person.

But before the waiter could be happy for long, Gu Zheng, who had sung a short excerpt over there, turned and stopped smoothly.

This pause was a great one. The people on one side were like cats that had not seen meat for many years.

"Little sir, keep singing. Where is this? At least you have finished singing this passage!"

"Yes! We've just heard a few words. We're very interested. It's not kind of you to break so much!"

The crowd was excited.

Gu Zheng, who was standing at the root of the wall and singing, was also shocked when he saw this scene. My darling, he had overestimated the original master's basic skills. Unexpectedly, he underestimated the potential and energy of the body.

Look at this reaction now, the trend of proper fans.

If we pack up neatly, buy the costumes on the stage and choose a segment of Xiaosheng, won't the street be crushed by his performance?

However, Gu Zheng's current state really doesn't have the spirit to continue. Singing opera itself is also a physical work, okay!?

Just singing those two sentences is already his limit. He is hungry and almost out of breath.

Even if the voice of the masses is so strong, Gu Zheng can only bow his hands with regret: "Dear viewers, it's late now. There's something urgent in my family."

"I hope you will be more considerate. This street is the only way for me to return home. In the future, if I have fate and everyone likes to support it, I will perform for you to the fullest."

"Life is not easy. Please give way and let me go first!"

People outside the circle looked at the young man on the wall. His clothes were shabby, but his waist was still straight. His words were sincere, but he had some pride. They couldn't help admiring him. They made up countless versions of gratitude, resentment, love and hate entanglements.

Only the story of ups and downs can be worthy of the life of a rickshaw driver who can sing a good play?

Thinking of this, people outside the circle spontaneously gave up enough to pass through the exit of one person and one car, but when Gu Zheng slowly pulled the rickshaw up from the wall, they began to give generously one after another.

You take out three coppers and I give you five.

The rest of the change for soy sauce, originally intended to go to a shadow play to pass the time, is now invested in the back seat of the rickshaw pulled by Gu Zheng.

"Don't be too few. Take a bowl of oil tea!"

"That's great! We are also the people on the scene. Who doesn't give money to listen to the white play?"

Looking at the faces around them, although they have been tortured by the heavy pressure of life, they are still in pursuit of good things and happiness.

In the unchanging life of these people at the bottom, they also need a touch of surprise, a little surprise, a half point accident and a reversal plot to add some fun to life.

What's more, the people who let them feel so many emotions, like them, come from the working people and come from the most humble civilians?

We also need a star, from our side, from life.

With the blessings and friendly gifts from the people around him, Gu Zheng, who was a little wet at the corners of his eyes, suddenly felt that his fatigue had been swept away. His life seemed to have a greater run, and his whole body was full of strength.

"Thank you, thank you. If you like it, I'll come here for you when I'm free."

"That's what you said!"

"Yes! I like it very much. I once heard a big play sung by the auspicious group in Peiping outside the wall of Prince Gong's house. You're no worse than the hottest corner in it!"

"We're waiting for you..."

"Alas!"

Gu Zheng's voice of greeting back hasn't fallen yet. A man is suddenly blocked in front of him.

"Wait! They let you go, did I let you go?"

When the voice of this very provocative words came together, the originally noisy farewell scene around was instantly quiet.

The waiter, who had been watching the excitement outside, took the white towel hanging around his neck and quietly covered his face.

It was the owner of his unreliable tea garden that blocked Gu Zheng's way.

Since the tea garden opened, the second ancestor, who didn't bring half a dime of profits for his own business, is now squinting and akimbo across the middle of the road, glaring at Gu Zheng.

"I said..." the tone of the second ancestor was very long

"What's your name, little brother? How can you sing so well in your play? Who do you study, where do you live, what genre, and what qualifications... Say... You say you!!"

At the beginning of those questions, it was just like when the roadside fried beans were about to come out of the pot, and the beans jumped out of the pot. Suddenly, they confided constantly from the mouth. But when he said the last sentence, the second ancestor's drama addiction broke out again, and he directly changed to the singing mode of dragging the tune.

The roar of the broken Gong was comparable to weapons of mass destruction. The onlookers who wanted to help Gu Zheng scattered two meters away in an instant.

Gu Zheng was the one who was hurt the most. After a brief vertigo, he also gave the other a simple and rude return.

"Can you control TM? Grandson! It's blocking your uncle's way! Spit!"

Saliva directly spit on his face. When the other party's vigilant head dodged, Gu Zheng took a foot: "good dog doesn't stand in the way! You spoil the Opera!"

"Crack"

Kick ya to the ground.

Done, done, go home!

Because of Gu Zheng's Flowing Clouds and water, he shouted in unison like Wu Sheng's short fight on the stage.

"OK! Kick the hell out of me, because he's almost deaf!"

The tea garden owner who makes noise here every day was angry.

Gu Zheng, who was going to run away after playing, suddenly felt that his body was subjected to great resistance from the bottom of his thigh, and he couldn't move half a step.

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked down. The second ancestor who had been kicked with a shoe sole mark on his face was now hugging his thigh, which made him stunned.

"No! You can't go! I won't let you go! You haven't given me the answer! How can you treat me like this!"

This situation makes Gu Zheng, who has seen many dog blood TV dramas, feel bad.