Chapter 87

Unexpectedly, the owner of this shabby tea garden is an invisible rich man. The layout of this room fully reflects what is called low-key luxury.

Just this barrel with a good smell can't be bought by ordinary people.

A handy little servant girl soon filled the bucket with hot water, which was originally used for bathing after Guo Yanchuan's play. Now it's all cheap, Gu Zheng.

For him who hasn't had a good bath since he came to this world, it's just like someone gave him a pillow when he was sleepy. It's very comfortable.

No, he was alone in such a big room. While rubbing the stained mud, he sang the excerpts of Xiaosheng opera he had learned since childhood.

The clear singing passed through the window and reached Guo Yan, who had been waiting anxiously by the door.

At this time, Guo Yan is like a bean popsicle in dog days. He feels cool from head to foot. Don't mention how comfortable he is.

Unexpectedly, this young coachman is a hidden expert at all.

I thought his old life drama had been sung deeply. Who would think that his young life was really good at it. The singing in this tone was amazing and detoured for three days.

No, I have to persuade Shifu to change the play when he comes on stage. You know, Xiaosheng wants to sing well. That's the most rare thing!

Well, even the master called.

Before Guo Yan could figure out his persuasion speech, Gu Zheng in the house should shout, "Guo Yan, do you have a towel? I've packed it up."

"Ah! Yes!"

In response, Guo Yan, who was very dogleg, directly handed Gu Zheng the white towel he had put on his arm early.

Who thought, as soon as he pushed the door in, he was stunned in the shower room.

I saw a person in the room, naked without a thread. This is not the reason for his stupidity. After all, who hasn't been in the bathhouse once or twice these days? There are a lot of white notes in the waves.

What really stunned Guo Yan was Gu Zheng's face exposed after erecting his thick broken hair for the convenience of singing and dressing up for a while.

This is different from the dog blood plot in traditional TV dramas, in which the heroine takes off a pair of glasses and is shocked by the overbearing president.

It's more shocking than a lame beggar. When he comes out, he's as scary as your male god.

Seeing the other party's response, Gu Zheng took the towel into his hand and wiped it calmly.

"I said I was not suitable for public appearance. Today I have the right to take a bath here. When my hair is dry, I will slip out the back door, which will not affect your business."

After hearing Gu Zheng's words, Guo Yan, who stood on the spot, immediately stopped petrified. He blocked the door with a brisk step: "don't! I'm surprised. Don't say it, master. You're really not suitable to sing Xiaosheng now. My plan will change again."

"Wait for me, boss Gu and master Gu. Don't go. I have a way!! wait! Wait for me to come back."

Guo Yan ran out of the room while making a fuss, and soon ran back wheezing and panting.

This time, he had many more clothes in his hands, and the costumes used for singing were basically brought by him.

The old man's fake beard, the oil paint for his appearance, the tools for painting his makeup, and a dressing mirror with a faint and bright wave photo.

It's hard to buy such a complete set for the second ancestor. Gu Zheng didn't have to move his nest and dressed up directly in this rather spacious room.

At the end of the day, while watching Gu Zheng put on a costume, Guo Yan kindly asked, "boss Gu, do you need me to put on makeup for you? My craft is still very good. Really, it's absolutely as good as my play."

After hearing this, Gu Zheng, who has already held an eyebrow pen, is shivering. Do you draw with your old man? What virtue does that have? I'd better do it myself.

No matter how polished the surface of the bronze mirror is, it is not as transparent as the modern glass mirror, but it has the hazy beauty of a girl, which makes the face reflected in the mirror soft.

The person in the mirror raised his eyebrows and looked forward to life, but with the outline of the painting tools in his hand, he added a bit of vicissitudes to himself.

The paint is light and the eye makeup is slightly drooping. When Gu Zheng's makeup is slightly astringent at the beginning, it is only a moment's effort to be smooth and gentle at the end.

When he hung three wisps of long beard behind his ears, finished sorting out the play cap on his head, and turned around again, the man who stunned Guo Yan at the scene disappeared.

This is an opera talent who plays what he looks like.

If you hear Guo Yan's heart at this time, Gu Zheng will give the other party a nostril. Isn't that acting?

Can he not be strong?

Others use acting skills, but he uses life.

Looking at the still dull Guo Yan, Gu Zheng seldom had a good mood to sort out the feather fan in his hand, took the unique narration in the singing of Peking Opera, and opened his voice: "Guo... Ah... Yan."

"The small one is here."

"Ahead... Lead the way..."

"Order."

How much you two love acting!

Out of the back room, Gu Zheng, led by Guo Yan, walked through a small alley with only two steps and came to the back stage of the humble theater in the tea garden.

A few benches and a simple roof cover are all the possessions here.

However, the owner of the garden maintained it very carefully, and there was no dust, which shows that Guo Yan attached great importance to the stage.

The musicians of the ready-made troupe have already sat down on the stage. This is the best time of the day. The poisonous sun turns into afterglow, and the high temperature of Biao also drops.

In the beautiful scenery and the warm sun, coupled with the good mood that it is finally not their own boss to sing on the stage, individuals will work hard.

After receiving Guo Yan's signal, the music team on the stage began to play the Gong point for the beginning of the play, and the noisy scene that used to be like a vegetable market at the bottom automatically quieted down with the sound of "clang clang".

This is the beginning of the play.

As soon as the voice of the erhu remembered, the curtain leading to the backstage on the stage was lifted. An old student with feather fans and Lun scarves, Wen Jun's wisdom and some Fairy Spirit walked calmly and stepped on the stage.

The posture is standard and the pace is steady. It's not bad to take these two steps.

When Gu Zheng really opened his voice and finished singing the first sentence, he remembered the cheering sound of Qi brush in the gap of air exchange.

"Good!"

It is short and neat, and it folds up quite quickly.