Chapter 2130： Sorry, did you scare you?

McGonagall took the two little guys and wandered around the complex alleys in the south of the city for more than an hour. After stunned several locals, he finally found the black cat in a place completely different from the place left on the application. opera.

It is not so much an opera house as it is a rundown farmhouse.

A white sign hung on the ventilated wooden door, and it was written in delicate black charcoal handwriting: "Black Cat Opera House" in five large characters, and a black kitten was drawn at the end.

In fact, they just passed by here in a carriage.

It's just that McGonagall couldn't connect the opera house with the dilapidated courtyard in front of him.

The last time they went to see an opera, the price of fifty copper coins, the other people's venues can be regarded as decent.

"Isn't it here? It seems that there are no people?" Amy leaned over to the windy door and looked at it, whispering.

"There are people, and there are a lot of them." McGonagall smiled. Although there was no one selling tickets at the door, there were more than a dozen people in this small courtyard. If they were all from the opera house, they could be regarded as yes. A small opera company.

"Then we still want to watch it? They don't seem to be performing." Amy asked.

This is also what McGonagall struggled with. It took so long to find it. It would be a bit unwilling to go back without looking.

But seeing the other side's posture, McGonagall suspected that these people were engaged in fraud, not in opera.

"I'm very sorry, Chief Pascal, our Black Cat Opera Company has indeed encountered some difficulties now, but we still intend to continue to perform operas. There is no plan to join your Marca Opera Company. Please come back."

Just when McGonagall and the others were about to leave, a gentle and moving voice rang from the door.

"Marca Opera Company? How does this name sound familiar?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is that the opera company that sings and sleeps well?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, that's it." McGonagall nodded. Last time he slept so soundly that he didn't even remember the name of the opera company.

Hearing the meaning of this conversation, the head of the opera troupe who was very sleepy, went to the Black Cat Opera troupe, planning to include them?

This proves from the side that the Black Cat Opera Company does have certain strength.

"Head of Vicky, I know you are a sentimental person, but you and I know the current situation of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. Even survival is a problem, let alone the theater and the stage. If this goes on, Black Cat Opera The regiment will only disperse completely.

As long as you sign this contract, the Black Cat Opera Company and the Marca Opera Company will merge, and we will be a family in the future. I have found the funder. He is willing to fund us to build a grand theater. This is a rare opportunity . "The middle-aged man's voice persuaded with all his heart.

There was silence for a while.

Suddenly, a jealous and irritable voice sounded: "You fat fat man! How many times do you have to say it before you can understand? Your street monkey troupe is also called the opera troupe. Don't think you are in the yard. One stop on the stage, and the two sounds can be called opera. The reputation of opera is corrupted by you!

Get out of my mother immediately now! Believe it or not, my old lady will cut you personally! I think you just owe education! "

There was a chaotic sound of clubs in the door, accompanied by a few muffled hums. The rotten wooden door was slammed open. A fat man covered in blood ran out staggeringly, muttering a few words in his mouth, and crawling. Ran away.

And in the door, stood a petite girl in a black Lolita skirt, hands on hips, a green hair exploded, like a mad little lion.

Outside the door, McGonagall and his daughter stared at her dumbfounded.

The rotten wooden door swayed in the cold wind, and eventually fell to the ground.

As for the girl inside the door, a blast of green hair slowly fell down, and her red eyes shining fiercely gradually became clearer, and her momentum suddenly diminished.

"Hey... eh... eh..." The girl looked annoyed when she saw the figure of the middle-aged fat man disappearing at the end of the street.

Then her gaze fell on the three people standing at the door, and suddenly realized something, her expression was embarrassed, her cheeks were reddish, and she smiled awkwardly at them, her voice softly said: "Sorry, did you scare you? ?"

This gentle tone, soft voice, and a natural and unpretentious manner are completely a lovely young lady, okay? !

Although he is less than 1.5 meters tall and did not discuss with A, he is still cute and invincible!

It is really impossible to connect her with the domineering female leader who defended her ideals and career, the middle-aged greasy fat man who was just like a little lion and was tearing 1.9 meters away.

"Is this acting? I love it." McGonagall couldn't help but look at the girl in front of him with admiration.

There is a seamless connection between Queen Cranky and Miss Wen Wan. This kind of good... most men don't understand.

"Uh... we are here to watch the opera." McGonagall pointed to the plaque that fell to the floor.

"Oh!" Vicky was taken aback, and quickly pulled the plaque out from under the door. The baby patted the ashes on the top. Then she came back to her senses and looked at McGonagall: "You said... Are you watching the opera? "

"Yes." McGonagall looked at Vicky, who was holding the plaque baby in his arms, and nodded with a smile, "Should we find the wrong place?"

"Of course! This is the Black Cat Opera Troupe." Vicky nodded quickly, her smile spreading across her face, but she glanced at the door lying on the ground, and said a little embarrassed: "Just...it was a little unexpected, but our performance is definitely not. It will disappoint you."

"I hope so." McGonagall nodded and followed Vicky into this shabby farmyard.

The yard was very desolate, but it was cleaned up. The middle of the yard was built with a small table made of wooden boards.

In front of the wooden table, there are a few worn-out chairs with signs of poor maintenance.

And this should be the so-called Black Cat Open Air Theater.

"Please sit down here, and the opera will begin soon." Vicky's face was blushing to meet the three people. This is the guest who didn't turn around immediately after entering the first wave in the past half month.

A few young heads protruded from the side room, looking at McGonagall and his daughter in curiously and excitedly, as if they were opera actors.

"Go ahead, don't greet us." McGonagall glanced at the chair legs tied with the cloth strips, a little worried that he could not withstand his slight exertion.

Amy has taken out her own folding stool, and as a consumable, she is very witty to learn from her mother to prepare a few more.

So McGonagall and Annie also sat on the safe bring bench.

Vicky's expression was a bit awkward, but she was also quite excited. At least some guests have sat down, which is a good sign.

"Please wait a moment." Vicky walked quickly towards the actor's lounge.

"This group leader, it seems that Yazi who is not too smart... won't the tickets be taken away first?" McGonagall frowned as he looked at Vicky's back.