Chapter 12 Moon Man Xiangjiang

Chapter 12 Moon Man Xiangjiang

Er, Yuehong walked into the theater. The theater here was donated by Shake from the northwest and gave him a stage. I don't know when and when I heard his play, so I gave it away without making a sound. This stage, unfortunately, doesn't understand the rules; the entrance of the stage faces west. The west entrance is called Baihutai, and the show cannot be opened until the break. It happened that someone was given again, and the contract for the signing was delivered three days ago. It would be unlucky not to start tonight.

He was a little sad, and after checking out a few dirty spots with his buddy, he came backstage, and the butler was moving the costume box for the evening singing. He also looked sad, and the weapon rack was put on the wall and set up. When I looked back, I saw February Red and greeted me.

"It's too late to break the stage, the owner, do you think you will ask Ba Ye to help us out?" the housekeeper asked, wiping his sweat.

Er, Yuehong took the incense, came to the shrine, and inserted it respectfully, worshipped for three times, and quietly said, "What he does is to divide the yin and yang. Can he take care of the stage?"

"Isn't it because other gentlemen say there is no way."

"Give three more foreign dollars; everyone can do it." Er Yuehong sighed and looked out the window. There is a yard behind the stage. Behind the yard is the back door, and outside the back door is the beach of the Xiangjiang River. At this time, when the moon rises, the moonlight falls into the river, and fishing boats can be seen resting on the beach.

On the other side of the river is my own wharf. Now it's still brightly lit, and people are surging. They are all from the people who left their hometown to go southwest.

It has been circulating before, but I feel that the Japanese can't fight here. Unexpectedly, even the sound of artillery can be heard in a blink of an eye. February Red's heart is stable, and the changes are a torment for him.

He listened to the sound of the river and sat down on the chair in front of the window. When he returned to his senses, the gong had already sounded at the front desk, indicating that guests were coming in. Changsha's celebrities were familiar with each other, and there were many celebrities among them. There was a relationship, so I packed my mind and stopped thinking.

The butler at the front desk was startled by the gong. Although the master's theater was a famous one, the gong was sounded so early, and the white tiger platform was still unbroken, making him frightened. I lifted the curtain and went out, and I saw four or five table guests. The other tables were regular customers, but there was a group of people wearing Northwest leather jackets and leather tatar hats with ethnic patterns in the back row. Wearing a horse with a leather whip, one of them is headed by a golden leopard vest with various large chains hanging on his body. He didn't sit down, looked up and down the stage with his hands behind his back, and his expression was exciting. The opponent said, "Although the things in the south are good, they still look narrow and stingy. The theater building and shadow puppets that I sent me were built. It's like it's no wonder that I didn't want it a few times this February when I gave it away. I finally got it. He didn't come out to welcome me when I came."

The subordinates burst into laughter, and the other tables they provoke cast strange eyes.

When the housekeeper heard this, he said to his heart that this was the Shake who had sent the theater to the theater. Immediately instruct the young man to take the fruits and go up. He didn't panic. If it were an ordinary theater, he would always be frightened when encountering such a high-profile guest, but this is the land of Changsha February Red, and this little servant has away.

Seeing Xiao Si go up and take the fruit plate to a few people, they don't know what to say, and the few high-stakes are filled with silence. After returning, the butler asked him how to deal with it. The young man said: "Master housekeeper, I told them that the second master is doing homework. After the play is finished, I invite them to drink, and then I will sing the drum for them."

The housekeeper frowned: "You child, how can the second master do this. They have to make trouble again after the play."

The young man said: "Master housekeeper, please go away after the play, and the younger one will take them along the river to the east side of the Moonman River. The younger one will do it."

The housekeeper sighed: "Don't hurt your life again; the second master doesn't like this."

The young man glanced at the high-profile guests and said coldly: "Yes, I will come back after doing this. They said just now that the stage is facing west because they are coming to the west. This is for the second master to pay tribute to them. This sentence made me feel frustrated."

The housekeeper's face sank, and he disagreed but just ordered: "These people don't need to inform the second master." After speaking, he returned backstage.

Er, Yuehong has already begun to put on makeup and asked faintly: "What are you and tangerine peel muttering outside?" The housekeeper hurriedly said that it was okay, thinking that this Baihutai singing opera, the second master, will be hard-pressed, and it is always wrong. Get up. I'm afraid there will be things later. He hurried to incense to the ancestor.

On this side, February Red came to the stage to sing. The whole scene was filled with corridors. When Zhang Qishan came, he had no seats. He fought far in the back row, and he smelled a scent of alcohol. I lined up a few Shakers and watched the whole hall cheering, already very impatient. Wait until the end, listen to the guests say goodbye to each other, the butler sees off the guests one by one. Zhang Qishan squeezed to the front of the stage and said to the butler: "I'll give you an announcement."

The butler saw that it was Zhang Qishan and was shocked that something was going to happen. Before he could speak up, Zhang Qishan suddenly drew a whip from behind and hit Zhang Qishan's face. Zhang Qishan concealed a little; his expression still hung up. It hurts to smoke.

"Fool, come first and then understand?" The golden leopard stood upholding a long whip, "Go away to Grandpa--." Said to raise the whip. Zhang Qishan turned around and looked at him coldly. The golden leopard looked vigorous, and his whip twitched. The men gathered around.