Song Zhi took several clothes that Wang Jun gave him, and after thinking about it, he still couldn't bring them home.
It must be returned to Wang Jun today!
He must not do anything about accepting bribes.
He continued to stroll in the backstage of the troupe with his baggage in his arms.
Everyone was busy, and no one looked at him again.
This is the first time he has come backstage, and he thinks the scenes in front of him are very interesting.
"Let let..."
I saw someone carrying a boxy wooden plank in from the outside.
That board is full of loess!
There are also some green leaves.
Freshly baked!
Song Zhi squinted his eyes and asked, "Is this?"
The four stopped and glanced at him.
Surprised: "Oh, it's Mr. Song!"
"Yes."
"How come Mr. Song is free?"
"Just come over and walk around." Song Zhi covered the burden behind him when he spoke, and asked again, "What are you carrying?"
The few people who carried the things smiled: "Mr. Song doesn't even know about this, right? This is loess!"
Song Zhi was slightly embarrassed: "I naturally know that this is loess, but how can I lift the soil into it?"
"It's for props."
"Props?"
"It's the loess that Gui Niang used when burying her husband. Originally, fake mud was used before, but the class leader suddenly said to use real mud, so it's more realistic."
"Oh!" he nodded.
That class leader Tao really has a heart.
"Is there anything else Song Gongzi has to do?" the man asked.
Song Zhi hesitated, then shook his head: "No, you are busy with yours."
"okay."
Those few people carried the loess and left.
In the small meeting, Song Zhi wandered around the backstage for a while, and asked a few talents to find the small room where Wang Jun put on makeup.
As expected of a niche, it has a separate place to use it.
It's not big inside, but compared to other characters, the treatment is already very good.
Song Zhi took a look inside, there were costumes and props used by Xiaosheng hanging everywhere, and there were also a lot of makeup on the makeup table.
Bottles and jars are piled up everywhere!
Song Zhi put the bag in his hand under the dressing table.
I also felt that Wang Jun would not notice it at that time, so I simply put it on the table.
Make sure that Wang Jun will notice it as soon as he comes in.
"Young Master Wang, you won't be rewarded without merit! I really can't accept your clothes." He bowed to the burden.
Then out!
As soon as he left the gate of Xi Zhuangzi, he heard someone say from behind, "What's going on with this Wang Jun? Can't the show tonight?"
Another said: "I've searched all over."
"Still no one?"
"no."
"This is how to do?"
"Master, don't worry. Anyway, the class leader has already asked Zhang Xiaobai to wait. If Wang Jun can't make it in the end, he will be there."
"Zhang Xiaobai is not suitable for a small role!"
"It's inappropriate! But what can I do now? Only he can get on, and no one else is familiar with the drama." The person who was called the master sighed and waved his hand: "That's it, you can ask people to go out to find them. When I found Wang Jun, I quickly brought him back. Really, he usually tells us something first, knowing that many people will come to the theater at night to watch "Ghost Girl Burial the Husband", but now this drama is very important
Head, since he played missing for me, when I saw him, I had to peel him off. "
"Master, don't be angry."
"Forget it, hurry up and find it."
"Yes!"
After Song Zhi finished listening, he looked back and saw that the faces of the troupe's masters were all dark.
It looks like you are going to eat people!
He didn't dare to provoke him, so he left.
Because he still had to watch a play at night, after he bought the necessary firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, he carried those things around on the street.
After a while, I went to sit under the big tree outside the Temple of the City God.
After a while, I will sit in front of the storytelling booth.
After a while, I went to the tea shop to ask for a bowl of tea.
But time flies very slowly!
I wandered around for a long time until the afternoon.
…
Ji Yunshu rested for the night, and took Jing Rong to go shopping early in the morning.
Yiwu is really beautiful!
There are lanterns and bird cages hanging at the door of almost every household, which is quite artistic.
The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the climate is moderate, and the weather in December is neither cold nor hot.
People are also much cooler.
Jing Rong walked with her, and the corners of her mouth were hooked up all day.
He likes Ji Yunshu's state now, likes seeing her smile, and likes the carefree look in her eyes.
During the period from Dalin to Huyi, Ji Yunshu said almost nothing about the previous events.
As if that experience never existed.
But no one understands her better than Jing Rong. He knows that she has not forgotten or "healed" at all. It's just that the scar has scabbed over you, but it may be torn open at any time.
Once ripped apart, there will be rivers of blood.
But seeing Ji Yunshu like this now, he felt a lot more at ease.
Maybe coming to Huyi is a good decision.
To leave the sad place, to forget the past.
After the whole day, Bai Yin couldn't stand it anymore, and he didn't have much interest.
He folded his arms around his chest and stared blindly around, saying, "This is Yiwu, but there are too many merchants, and when there are too many people, everything becomes complicated."
Jing Rong patted him on the shoulder: "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and rivers and lakes are complicated places."
"What you say is right!"
"If it makes sense, of course."
"But you literati, you have one set and one set." Bai Yin didn't like Wen Xuexuan's words, so he hurried forward.
Looking at his back, Jing Rong couldn't help but laugh.
This Bai Yin can kill people when it is cold, and it can also kill people when it is ruthless, but sometimes it is very interesting to talk.
Ji Yunshu was listening to the conversation between the two, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
also laughed.
Finally, the three found a restaurant and sat down.
Ordered a few side dishes and asked for two pots of good wine.
As soon as the dishes were served, Jing Rong's guard came.
"Son."
Jing Rong hummed.
The guard took out three theater tickets from his clothes and said, "Sir, these are the tickets."
Exactly three!
Ji Yunshu has one.
A scene.
A white tone.
Jing Rong took it and waved his hand.
The guard withdrew.
Ji Yunshu glanced at it, his eyes widened, and he asked, "Is this the movie ticket for "Ghost Girl Burial the Husband"?"
Jing Rong: "Don't you have a lot to say about those two jokes? We'll go see it tonight."
Bai Yin interjected: "Didn't you say it's hard to get a vote?"
Jing Rong clapped the tickets in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly, "As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't do."
There's nothing wrong with money being the devil's wheel.
White speech jam.
Jing Rong looked at Ji Yunshu and said affectionately, "If you want the moon in the sky, I can get it for you."
Ji Yunshu's cheeks flushed.
He lowered his eyes.
This dog food was spread too suddenly.
Bai Yin coughed a few times.
Pay attention to the occasion, pay attention to the occasion.
Jing Rong smiled and said, "You have to get used to it."
Bai Yin: "..." Someone said that he has eaten this bowl of dog food all the way and doesn't want to eat any more.