My actor does not believe in evil

Chapter 813 [Extra] Begonia Tears (9)

Those who could hold out went out. The Mengchun class simply took a rest today. Meng Chuntang sat in the garden reading a book and drinking tea. Last night, there was a heavy rain, and a lot of flowers fell in the garden. The servant cleaned it up in the morning, but Compared with yesterday, today's garden looks somewhat depressed, especially the blooming begonias that I saw yesterday are almost green, and there are not many delicate flowers left.

Meng Chuntang held the book but couldn't read it. He took out his pocket watch to check the time from time to time. The day seemed to be getting extraordinarily long.

"Why are you restless? Didn't you have a good rest recently?"

Wanniang looked at Meng Chuntang from a distance for a while, and then she walked over slowly after seeing his anxious appearance. She walked behind Meng Chuntang, and stretched out her hand to gently rub his temples.

Wanniang is skillful in her movements, presumably she does this kind of thing often.

"I don't know why, but I'm always not at peace today. I'm afraid that those children will cause trouble outside. I should go with them."

Meng Chuntang nodded, reached out to take Wanniang's hand and pulled her to sit beside him.

"Aren't you worrying blindly? Let's not talk about Haitang, that kid Xiao Wu has long been able to take charge of himself. Haitang is your proud disciple. What kind of trouble can happen to them? How long have you not been in charge of the building? They don't care about it. It's also well arranged, isn't it just a performance, why are you so worried."

Wanniang smiled, thinking that Meng Chuntang was nothing more than mediocrity, their troupe was well-known in Pingcheng, top-notch in all aspects, no matter where they went, there was a lot of applause, so why worry about it?
"Probably because I'm too worried. It's the first time Haitang has gone out. I'm a little worried, but I'm too hypocritical."

Meng Chuntang smiled helplessly, saying that his mother was worried when he traveled thousands of miles, but he, the master, was also worried. He hadn't left since Haitang came to Mengchun's class. Naturally, Meng Chuntang was also worried when she went out for the first time. Don't worry.

When Meng Chuntang mentioned Haitang again, Wanniang was unhappy but still had a smile on her face.

"Hai Tang is a clever girl, you can rest easy."

"Don't mention her. How is that kid Chunsheng doing recently? Is he still serious about going to school?"

Chunsheng is the son of Meng Chuntang, who just turned eighteen this year, and Wanniang relied on her family connections to get him to go to a school in the city. Chunsheng is not interested in singing, but in poetry and poetry, but although he likes it, he is still studying. On the one hand, he doesn't have much talent, and he is barely diligent, and he probably doesn't have much to do in his studies.

"That's it. He doesn't have much talent in learning, but he is happy."

Speaking of her son, Wanniang is also a little helpless, her son and daughter are very mediocre, although being ordinary is a blessing, who doesn't expect their son to become a dragon and their daughter to become a phoenix?
"That's good, I'll go see him when I have time."

Meng Chuntang nodded, his heart was on the theater troupe, and he had no time to visit Chunsheng in the city. He felt that he should also relax, and he should completely let go of the theater troupe and let the young people take care of it.

At seven or eight o'clock, Meng Chuntang was supposed to be resting, but he couldn't fall asleep because of his uneasy mood. He changed into a loose robe and was about to fall asleep, when there was a noise outside, and Meng Chuntang's temple suddenly Jumping up suddenly, he hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

Wanniang was taken aback, she also put on some clothes and followed out together.

(End of this chapter)