Chapter 202 Zhao Ziyue (15)

"Li Shun!" Zhao Zi said it was past one o'clock at night when he came back from the theater after singing the obligatory play. "Hey!" Li Shuncong agreed miserably in his dream, and then fell silent again. "Li-Shun!!" "Hey!" Li Shun rubbed his eyes, put on his coat and walked out. "Are you willing to earn fifty cents? Li Shun!" "Money?" Hearing this word, Li Shun felt as if he had taken a sip of cold water. He trembled and woke up completely: "What? Sir! Money?" "Money! Fifty cents!" Zhao Ziyue said loudly: "Run quickly, go to the place where the play newspaper is pasted in the back door, and take off the newspaper with my name on it! My name is written in gold on the red paper, Do you understand? Don’t want the one pasted in front of the Drum Tower, because there are few words on it; don’t tear it open, take the paper underneath, so it won’t be torn! Can’t it be done?”

"Okay, sir! Are we going now?" Li Shun asked. "If you don't go here, go!" "Fifty cents?" "That's right, go!" Li Shun buttoned his clothes, shook his shoulders, and ran out like a fairy wandering at night.Zhao Ziyue was still talking about the aftertaste of "Wang Zuo's Broken Arm" that he just sang, and while humming, he thought about the aftertaste around the beams of the theater, and he didn't know when it would be gone.When he was so pleased with himself, he couldn't stop laughing when he thought of the applause in front of the stage just now.

"Zhao Ziyue would tremble like this?" he said to himself, "his sister really didn't expect it!" He closed his eyes and recalled the past in the theater: thousands of heads, one with two eyes, who are they all looking at?I!Zhao Zi said! "Okay!" Thousands of mouths, each with two red lips, who are they talking about?Who's cheering?I!Zhao Tieniu! "Okay!" The "grab the back" fell, hey!So fucking crispy!Those aunts and wives in the box, and the old man with tortoiseshell glasses under the stage—"Okay!" "Okay!" He thought, read, smiled, and suddenly opened the door and jumped out.When we arrived in the courtyard, we looked at the blackness of the south room. Ouyang Tianfeng hadn't come back yet. "Stupid boy, I'm so busy! I've been busy offstage for ten days, but I can't keep up with the show on stage! Not to mention, Ouyang is also to blame, he made the little duck run sour!"

He walked back and forth in the courtyard for a long time, Li Shun pushed open the street door with a bang, staring, opening his mouth, panting continuously.Pass the red play newspaper to Zhao Ziyue with both hands. "Come in! Come in!" Zhao Ziyue led Li Shun into the house: "Pull it slowly, don't force it!" The two unfolded the play newspaper as if they were looking at a famous painting of the Tang Dynasty.Zhao Ziyue stretched his head back and forth and read: "On stage for the first time, Tan Pai Xusheng, Zhao Ziyue. Last performance: "Eight Sledgehammers", "Wang Zuo's Broken Arm", the wheel war, cleverly said Wenlong, colorful Electric lights, real knives and guns, Xifa cut his arms, and improved storytelling." He read it once, read it again, and then read it again.Then I squatted down to look at the back of the play newspaper, and saw nothing else, only some dry paste leather and various pieces of shredded paper.

"Li Shun!" Zhao Ziyue pursed his lips, half-closed his eyes, and opened his nostrils slightly. If he wants to laugh but is embarrassed, if he wants to talk but can't think of what to say: "Li Shun! Huh?" "Sir! If you really have the ability, you will end it!" Li Shun nodded and said, ""Eight Great Hammers" is not easy to sing! Ten years ago, I was not as poor as I was at that time. It was really good to hear it once. : Fighting with civil and military bands, singing and reading! Drink! The big painted face came out, the second painted face went in, and the third painted face barebacked and beat more than 30 whirlwind kicks in one go! Drink! The one with the white beard and the one with the black beard came out. Redbeard! Literally, damn good!—”

"From what you heard, is there an electric light on Wang Zuo's gauze hat?" Zhao Ziyue asked with his lips curled up. "No!" "It's over, we have!" "I haven't finished talking yet, I was just about to say that if there is an electric light on the hat, it will be like 'the car won't pull, push it!' It's just missing the electric light!——" "Roll it up slowly!" Zhao Ziyue ordered Li Shun: "Wait a minute, don't tear it up! Tomorrow you go to Langfang Toutiao Songya Zhai for mounting, and you want Su mounting! Do you know what Su mounting is?" "Understood!" Li Shun went slowly respectfully Roll up the play newspaper: "I just don't understand. When I say Su framing, doesn't the framing artist understand? Sir!" Write a long pair of pairs. Hang them together in this small room, Li Shun, do you think they are shaking?!" "Shaking! Sir! Whoever dares to say no to shaking, I have to fight him hard!" Li Shun said. "Okay! You go to bed! I want to see Song Ya Zhai tomorrow!"

"Hey! I can't forget it!" Li Shungui went out in a good manner, walked outside the door, looked back at Zhao Ziyue, secretly asked for it but didn't dare, and only smiled when he went to his own room with his mouth covered. Zhao Zi said that he wanted to wait for Ouyang Tianfeng and Wu Duan to go home, and have a chat again.But the sacrifice on the stage was too great, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.So I decided to bury all my words for a night, and *slack* tomorrow He fell on the bed and dreamed upside down: Eight big hammers, big hammers, big eight hammers, hammering all night.

The next morning, Li Shun brought in the face water and saw Zhao Ziyue sleeping on the ground.It was probably because of the "grab the back" falling off the bed in the dream. "Sir, let me tell you, Mr. Zhao, where is the hot water!" Li Shun called. "Li Shun!" Zhao Zi said, sitting up with dazed eyes, said, "Put down the water, and get that play newspaper to mount!" "Hey! I'll finish serving the gentlemen's faces first, sir! Let's go, we can't miss it." Sure enough, as Wu Duan expected: after singing the compulsory opera, Zhao Ziyue made many new friends.Fan friends, all the actors and actresses come to the rooftop apartment for a long time, and Da Dazi Wang dare not sing "Cut the Yellow Robe" during the daytime.Fanciers and actors all called him "Boss Zhao", and some persuaded him to organize a box office, and some persuaded him to worship Wang Youchen as his teacher.Zhao Ziyue not only agreed to their suggestion, but also invited them to eat and drink in a restaurant for a while.

Li Wu, a fancier who specializes in singing sweeping old students, recommended himself to Zhao Ziyue as a talker.Zhang Lianshou, who sang Erhualian, met him and said: "When Boss Zhao becomes a famous actor, don't forget about our stupid Zhang!" So within a week, Li Wu and Zhang Lianshou actually ate ten meals at Zhao Ziyue's Jinlaifeng Mutton Restaurant .The louder they called Boss Zhao, the more Boss Zhao persuaded them to order.The more dishes came, the louder they called Boss Zhao.It wasn't until they ate so much that they couldn't pronounce Boss Zhao's three words, that Boss Zhao was satisfied with his sociability.

Wu San, the little braid playing the huqin, would rather hang his voice for Zhao Ziyue every morning, just for friendship, without taking a penny.Zhao Zi said that the boss was not satisfied, but Wu San was determined not to want money.A few days later, Wu San and Zhao Ziyue asked for five yuan, saying: Buy a snakeskin huqin for Zhao Ziyue, and Zhao Ziyue will feel much more comfortable. It's almost May Day, and apart from eating and drinking Boss Zhao, this group of new friends doesn't have any advice for Boss Zhao.Zhao Ziyue felt a little beating in his heart. "I said, Lao Wu! The play has been sung, and new friends have been made, but things are still not visible at all?!"

"Don't be too busy!" Wu Duan said steadily, showing resourcefulness, "Then you can start shaking as soon as you sing it!"—" "But I've spent a lot on—" "It's worth it for nothing! Guess—" "Okay! Listen to you!"