Dressed as the sister of the runaway heroine

Chapter 17 Shang Zirui

When Chen Shi heard Gu Heng's words, she snorted coldly.

"I think that kid surnamed Li has no good intentions for you. You have to be careful, and you can't be fooled by anyone casually."

Gu Heng was a little helpless when he heard this.

Her mother seems to have a more careful mind than others. This Li Wei is definitely not an ordinary person. The things they encountered in this line of work are too strange.

Gu Heng, who worked as a screenwriter for many years in his previous life, somehow felt like he was deliberately designed by the screenwriter.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared outside. He stretched out his hand and patted the tent where a few people were resting, and the rain fell in instantly.

Xiaodouzi who was sleeping suddenly woke up.

This person was Li Wei, only to hear that Li Wei was smiling all over his face, showing his big white teeth.

"Did you sleep well? The caravan is about to leave. I discussed with the people in the caravan. You old, weak, sick and disabled can sit in the car. You pack up quickly, and I will take you there by car."

Even Mrs. Chen couldn't help but sigh, this Li Wei is really careful, thanks to the face of an ordinary person, if he is given a little more flair, then all the women in the world will be fascinated.

After Gu Heng and the others packed up, they followed Li Wei to the caravan carriage.

Sitting in front is the steward of the caravan, and sitting behind are some friends of the young master, one of whom is a very famous veteran.

This old actor is quite well-known in the Nanjing generation, but the theater troupe has dispersed, and he is too old to sing operas, so he can only go to the capital to join his apprentices.

It was the old horn who agreed to ride with them in the carriage.

Gu Heng and others got into the carriage and saw an old man with white beard and hair closing his eyes to rest his mind. The old man didn't speak when he saw someone coming up. He just glanced at him and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Gu Heng hurriedly said, "Mr., I'm sorry to bother you."

The old man still didn't speak.

It was dripping rain outside, and the wheels of the carriage headed north along the official road.

Gu Heng felt drowsy from listening to it, and she heard the old man seem to be humming a ditty in the dimness.

Gu Heng opened his eyes and said, "Old man, can you write plays?"

The old man burst out laughing when he heard this, and he said, "Do you know who I am? I am Shang Zirui from Nanjing, one of the most famous actors back then, you ask me if I can write plays?"

Gu Heng was overjoyed when he heard this, and she hurriedly took out what she wrote from her bosom.

Shang Zirui took it, he pulled the curtain on the car, and took a few careful glances.

"The handwriting is really ugly."

Gu Heng was a little embarrassed. In order to regain some ground, she hurriedly said, "Mr., have you heard Mulan's Ci? The new play of Nanjing Chunxi Troupe, I did it with Mr. Lan Sheng."

Shang Zirui raised his brows, and he said, "You girl, don't talk big, the Mulan Ci is a famous work, how could it be written by a little girl like you."

When Mrs. Chen heard that her daughter was underestimated, she hurriedly said, "It was written by my daughter. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone from the Chunxi Class."

Shang Zirui sneered: "Nanjing is thousands of miles away at this time, how can I go back and ask?"

Gu Heng knew it would be useless to talk too much, so he said to Shang Zirui: "Mr., please read the story I wrote first. Although the writing is ugly, I think this story is really good."

Shang Zirui stopped talking, but carefully read Gu Heng's story.

　It has been several years since I graduated, and I have changed many jobs.

　　I don't have much savings, and I don't have a partner. My only hobby is writing novels, but after so many years of writing, I haven't produced any results.

　　Looking for a job today, I found that most of the jobs paid much lower wages than before.

　　But it's still a willful naked resignation.

　　Poor and stupid author.

　　I hope someone can like this story fabricated by the author. This may be the only tenderness left to the author in the world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)