My actor does not believe in evil

Chapter 810 [Extra] Begonia Tears (6)

The days were uneventful, Haitang's fame spread farther and farther, and many theater fans came here for her fame. She gradually became a pillar in the theater troupe, and Meng Chuntang's love for her became deeper and deeper. Haitang Every time he went on stage, he would sit in the first row and watch seriously, and Wanniang would watch with him occasionally.

"This girl's singing is getting more and more interesting, and I'm afraid she will surpass me in a few years."

Meng Chuntang was sitting under the stage, Haitang was on the stage, and he was in a good mood after drinking a cup of tea.

Today Wanniang went to the theater with Meng Chuntang after finishing her own business.

"Singing is not bad, but it is still a little worse than you, and you need to practice more."

Wanniang peeled a fruit and handed it to Meng Chuntang. Ever since Haitang came to the stage, Meng Chuntang's eyes had never moved away from her. smile.

"No, no, no, she has better talent than me. When I was studying art, my master told me that my talent is not enough and I need to work hard to achieve something, and my achievements are limited after all. Compared with hard work, talent is the decisive factor." The final factor of how far a person can go. My achievements can only go so far, but she can go further. In time, my troupe will definitely be handed over to her."

Meng Chuntang spoke with a smile, full of anticipation when talking about the future, and the tenderness in his eyes became more and more intense when he looked at Haitang.

Listening to his words, Wanniang's temples twitched a few times, her hands clenched her fists subconsciously, but the smile on her face grew wider.

At the end of the month, the master of Wu Dashan's family celebrated his birthday, and someone came to ask the theater troupe to come out and sing a play to celebrate his birthday, and they also asked Haitang by name.

Originally, the theater troupe was not staged, but Wu Dashan has a certain reputation in Pingcheng, and he often does good deeds. Most of the towns and cities have received his favor. When Meng Chuntang was down and down in his early years, Mr. Wu also helped him, so this time He agreed to the deal and asked Haitang to take people there with him.

The day before his birthday, Meng Chuntang called the crabapple to him, which happened to be the season when the crabapple was in full bloom.

"Master."

Haitang yelled, she is now slim and tall, she is no longer the thin little girl at the beginning, at this time Haitang is not wearing makeup, she is wearing plain clothes and has a delicate face, standing beside Meng Chuntang, her eyes are slightly dodging.

Meng Chuntang only thought that she was afraid of himself. She had been timid since she was a child, like a frightened little cat. Every time she talked to her, she always lowered her head and dared not look at him.

"How old are you, why are you still so timid, raise your head and look at me as a teacher."

Meng Chuntang reached out and tapped on the table, signaling Haitang to look up.

Haitang raised her head and looked at Meng Chuntang. Meng Chuntang is 36 years old this year. He is very well maintained and looks very young. Because of his years of singing, his spirit is very good, especially those eyes are particularly bright. Haitang looked up at her, feeling And thumping and jumping extremely fast.

"In a flash, you are so old. It was the same time when you first came. You were still clamoring to go back. Now that you are free, you are reluctant to leave."

Meng Chuntang rarely felt a little emotional, Haitang had grown from a small doll into a big girl, he looked at Haitang as if he saw his own youth.

"Master treats me well, so I naturally want to stay and serve Master."

Haitang replied that everyone treated her very well during the years she was here, something she had never experienced when she was at home. Her parents had visited her a few times, and they were happy when they saw her doing well. There was some resentment, but seeing her parents really happy for her, that resentment dissipated again, so what could she blame them for in such a world?

(End of this chapter)