In opera, Sheng Xing is the male protagonist!
Referred to as Xiaosheng.
Song Zhijing: "Oh! It's you!"
"Isn't it?" Wang Jun pulled him to sit down.
Song Zhi said, "I'm really sorry, there's no water in the house, or you can wait a while, and I'll go to the yard to make some for you."
"Don't be so troublesome, I didn't come to you for a drink, I have something else I want to talk to you about."
Seeing him laughing at him, Song Zhi felt that something was wrong, and said, "Tell me, why are you coming to see me so late?"
Wang Jun stopped beating around the bush, leaned on him, and said, "The playbook you wrote is so popular, there must be many people who want to ask you to write again. I'm here today to ask Mr. Song for one thing."
please
Are you kidding me
He tugged at his sleeves and said, "Wang Gongzi's career in acting in "Ghost Mother Burying the Husband" is naturally the pillar of the Zhao family class. Is there anything else you need to ask me for?"
I am poor and white.
"Even so, there are some things that only Mr. Song can do."
"Oh?" Song Zhi didn't believe it himself, he smiled bitterly, "I'm just a storyteller, I don't have money or power, how can I help you?"
"Can you help me write a story!"
"what?"
Wang Jun said: "I came to you today, just to ask Mr. Song to use me as the corner for the next book."
"what?"
"I believe it shouldn't be difficult for Mr. Song, right?"
"what?"
Wang Jun listened to him repeating a few times, and became a little anxious, grabbing Song Zhi's hand and saying, "Although I acted as a little boy in "Ghost Girl Burying the Husband", I am a famous character, if you want Mr. Song to think of me as a Jiao writes a new playbook, and I will act it, and the play will definitely be popular."
Song Zhi was speechless: "..."
Wang Jun: "What? Mr. Song doesn't agree?"
Song Zhi didn't know: "Since Young Master Wang is already a famous actor, why should he care about my new playbook?"
"Young Master Song doesn't know anything! There is a lot of competition in this industry now. Although I am fortunate to play the little boy in your playbook, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and sooner or later I will be replaced by someone else." Wang Jun was worried. At first, Wang Jun was originally a harlequin, and he has never been favored by others, but after his own efforts, he gradually climbed to the role of Sheng Xing. It took a lot of money to be able to play the role of "Ghost Girl Burying the Husband". Kung fu, but after all, he is almost thirty, and he will not be popular for long. Although Song Zhi's play made him popular, once a new niche appeared, he would be replaced immediately, so he thought of coming to Song Zhi and asking him to write a new playbook based on himself. In this way, You don't have to worry about being replaced, at least you can still be popular for a while, and wait until you earn enough money.
Say.
But Song Zhi didn't like to be burdened by "burdens" when he wrote things, so he politely declined: "Young Master Wang has the strength, don't worry about this, but Song and me, may not be able to write a good book again."
"I have great confidence in Mr. Song! So I also hope that Mr. Song will complete it. As long as Mr. Song writes the next play for me, I will definitely play your little boy with all my heart."
"But I still don't know what to write in the next script?"
"Don't worry, as long as Mr. Song promises me."
Song Zhi really didn't dare to promise him: "Young Master Wang, please don't embarrass me."
Wang Jun frowned, then opened the baggage he brought, pushed it in front of Song Zhi, and said, "I heard that Mr. Song, you need some clothes for the winter, so I specially picked a few to bring you, you and me. The shape is similar, you should be able to wear it."
"No, no, no merit, no reward."
"This is my heart, you can accept it."
Wang Jun just pushed those clothes in front of him.
Without waiting for Song Zhi to say anything, Wang Jun got up and was about to leave.
"Your Highness, you should take this dress back with you."
"How can the gift you bring back make sense?"
Wang Jun quickly left.
Song Zhi didn't know what to do, grabbed the baggage and chased for a while, watching Wang Jun's figure disappear into the dark night.
"Hey!" He sighed heavily.
The surrounding cold wind whizzed, cold to the bone, he had no choice but to return home with the burden in his hand.
I have to say that Wang Jun's vision is very good, and the styles of the clothes he chose are really good. Song Zhi touched the material and it was also good.
But he's miserable now.
After a while, he took out from his clothes the contract that Tao's class master gave him today,
A contract!
A baggage!
He was helpless.
The next day, Song Zhi took advantage of the time he was going to buy firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea. He took the clothes that Wang Jun sent yesterday and went to Zhaojiaban's Xizhuangzi.
Going to return it.
During the daytime, there was no one in the opera house, all the people from the opera troupe were busy.
Taking advantage of everyone not paying attention to him, he got into the backstage, which was full of actors who were going to play, wearing make-up, wearing costumes, some talking, some rehearsing, in and out, it was lively.
He searched again, but didn't see Wang Jun's figure. It stands to reason that he is a niche student of this play and should be prepared in it.
"Mr. Song?"
Someone recognized him.
He heard the sound and looked, and saw a man in harlequin makeup who was walking towards him while flipping his costume.
"Mr. Song, why are you here?" That one was surprised and excited.
"I'm here to find Wang Jun."
"Oh, unfortunately, Wang Jun doesn't know where he went today? No one has been seen all day."
"No one?"
The man was also worried. He slapped the back of his hand hard and said, "That's not it! There is still a play waiting for him to come on stage tonight, but this man has disappeared, and he doesn't know where he went."
"Then what?"
"What can I do, I can only find someone to support it." The man asked curiously, "It's just Mr. Song, what are you doing with Wang Jun?"
He couldn't say that he came to return the gift, so he had to be sloppy, "Some small things, some small things."
"If it's not a big deal, tell me, and I'll tell you when I see him back."
He waved his hand quickly, "No need, no need, I'll tell him after I see him."
"That's okay, I still have something to do here, so I'll go to work first."
"Okay okay."
The man was about to leave while pulling the costume, but stopped again, took out a ticket from his body and shoved it into Song Zhi's hand, saying, "I think Mr. Song has not read this "Ghost Mother Burial Husband" written by him. "Right? You just happened to be here today, so just sit down and take a look."
Since this drama became popular, it's really hard to get a ticket!
Song Zhi had no money and couldn't buy tickets, so naturally he looked down on it.
"What's so funny about that?" he said.
The man said, "You are the hero of this play, of course, okay, I'll go to work first, Mr. Song, you can also go around."
"Okay."
After the man left, Song Zhi looked at the theater ticket in his hand, and it was better to be respectful than to obey. He put the ticket in his hand in his pocket and waited for the show at night.