Ghost Marriage: Misleading a nigger

Chapter 112

"I mean, did opera have this story a long time ago?"

"That's not it, it's just adapted from it. How could these plots be put in the stories at that time, and the current traction is not all vague and vague for people to understand. Dare to really act out these things."

Let's not talk about whether the review can pass, it's impossible for him to act out this kind of thing that will mislead many young people, but the stage play with the friendship card at the moment is for the audience, It has another profound meaning.

But then again, each person's way of life, and the way he handles things, is not meant to be synchronized with other people. After all, it is not a cloned backup. Does it have to be exactly the same in speech, behavior and thinking?

"It seems that Ms. Wu still knows a lot. I don't know the theater of the evil, are you interested in helping me to see it?"

"The theater that hit the evil? Could it be this theater?"

I could feel the trap breath even across the table, so I jumped down willingly.

"Can I really meet the two leading actors? And... are they really a couple?" These days, I have been so poisoned that I can't extricate myself. Let alone a case, even if there is no case, why not? Jane came to tell me this secret in this way, and I will definitely bring all kinds of documents and find all kinds of suitable and appropriate excuses to investigate.

"Of course, otherwise do you think I will come here to make fun of you?"

"Can I really get guest tickets?"

"It's better than pearls. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll have my dad's driver pick you up. How about we meet at the entrance of the theater then?"

"Is this...really good?" Someone came to pick me up early in the morning, and it was the special driver of the boss. If the bureau found out, why wouldn't they send someone to buy me coffee?
"What's wrong with that, and you're still our family's benefactor. You know, my dad's business is booming now, it's all thanks to you, okay?"

"However... Our place seems to be very sensitive to those things. Are you sure no one will invite me to drink tea after tomorrow morning?"

Although she was listening to the sidelines, He Zhen understood the middle meaning, but she didn't insist on what she said before, "Since this is the case, then you can come here by car when the time comes, and I will wait for you at the entrance of the theater. "

After He Zhen left, Rong Zhi came out again, "Ma'am, are you sure you want to go to the theater?"

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" Judging from the urgency of Rong Zhi's speech, such a question must be well-founded.

"It's not a big problem. You might meet some old friends. I wonder if you're mentally prepared for it?"

"Old man? How old can it be? Those famous painters from ancient times?" I looked at him with contempt, as if telling him, you should either stop talking or just finish talking.

"The secret must not be leaked. You must know that this choice is not made by me to help you, but by you who have been walking on."

"What do you want me to keep walking?" Before I finished asking, Rong Zhi had already disappeared habitually, as if he hadn't planned to come out at all.

But it's strange to say that this guy's recent behavior has made people more and more incomprehensible. Everyone can still feel that this guy is a bit domineering. Zhang Lian, if he is really asked to play someone so and so, then it's really not sure, because there is such a feeling of knowing the autumn leaves.

In the early morning of the second day, I got up early and dressed up. This kind of behavior does not mean that I am an idiot, but I think that when I go out to meet people, I have to give others a sense of freshness, especially for those who have been In front of men attracted by men, I have to dress up like a woman.

"You know, the usual vixen's appearance is likely to be the capital to attract the other party." Rong Zhi who was behind him floated out again at some point, saying that it was quite enough.

"Please just say that I'm better as a man, shrew or something. I don't think this word suits me." I don't bother to look at that guy, anyway, it's like finding a confident person from others, and it doesn't necessarily mean something nice guy.

"You really are not ashamed, but proud." Rong Zhi looked at me in the mirror with a smile, just like a newly married husband looking at his new wife so sweetly.

new husband?The momentary trance made me feel like I regretted something again. Could it be that this is why Rong Zhi was really worried about me going to see the handsome guy?Haha, maybe it's because I like the new and dislike the old, I'm really not a scumbag or something.

It took me longer than a week to go out to dress up, and I am finally satisfied with my outfit this time. In the past, I walked on the street without turning heads, but today I am very attractive to men. It’s almost like their family will never have me Pretty the same.

He Zhen, who was waiting for me at the entrance of the theater early, really made people feel youthful and energetic, "I'm sorry, I can't get a car on the road, so I can only take the bus."

He Zhen came up to meet me, took my hand and said, "I've only been here for a while, and I've already told you that the driver will pick you up by car, but... well, let's not talk about that, I've had breakfast Yet?"

Of course I really want to say I haven't eaten it, but does a rich lady like this have the habit of going out without having breakfast?What's more, I really don't want others to wait for me. After all, it's really not good. Besides, I don't really like waiting for others. "It's better not to. If you haven't eaten, I don't mind eating with you." .”

"Uh - think about it or forget it, you have such a perfect body, and you go on a diet in the morning, I don't want to gain two catties of meat..."

If what He Zhen said is true, at least I have to gain dozens of catties of meat every week?
"By the way, Miss He, are we now..."

"Well, I'll call you Sister Xiangxiang from now on, and you can just call me Zhenzhen."

"Then what, is this really okay?"

"Unless you Miss Wu really look down on me."

"How is it possible!" God knows how much I want to be friends with other people, but most of the time, when others don't take the initiative, how can I just casually get close?What if someone else doesn't mean it.

Afterwards, we chatted for a few more words before entering after the theater security guard opened the door.

"Now that the rehearsal is so strict? Do you still need to check your mobile phone?" I think that when the bureau has a meeting, the mobile phone will be confiscated and taken out to check whether there is a bug on the body.

He Zhen smiled, "Do as the Romans do, you must know that the tickets for the last two acts of this stage play have been sold out, and at the same time, the major video sites will no longer broadcast the subsequent episodes."

"No way, Su Meihong hasn't been popular after singing for so many years, why is she changing the scene of the young man now, and she is about to win a domestic blockbuster?"

Thinking of how many generations of operas have been sung, if it is not adapted into the current stage play, how many people will remember the existence of this thing in the near future?
Or should something old be considered obsolete, and something new should replace it?
When I was thinking about something that I didn't need to think about, He Zhen almost led me to the front desk. At this time, the staff were busy up and down, except for a man who didn't seem to be related to this place. Sitting lazily on the stool, as if thinking about something in a daze.

"Teacher Deng? Are you busy?" He Zhen walked over to talk to the man.

The man whom He Zhen calls a teacher looks to be around thirty, with a beard on his face, he really looks like a teacher.

"It's Xiao He, is he here?" While speaking, he looked towards me and nodded to me in a gesture.

Deng Zhishang, he is a well-known screenwriter in stage plays, but...why did he ask He Zhen to come to me?And what is the relationship between He Zhen and him?As it is now, when he is trying to avoid suspicion, he and He Zhen have a feeling of incompatibility. Maybe this is my wrong judgment.

"Hello Miss Wu, I am Deng Zhishang." Deng Zhishang introduced me briefly, and shook my hand without putting on any airs.

I, who didn't dare to neglect the other party, hurriedly catered to him, and greeted the other party: "Mr. Deng has admired him for a long time, and I have always wanted to find a chance to visit you live, but... every time I can't see you in person."

It's strange to say that Deng Zhishang, apart from being low-key, rarely shows up in public, but his works are kept in a tepid state, but this time he wrote such a repertoire with ingenuity. It was a big surprise.

Deng Zhishang smiled, "Compared to Miss Wu, I am far behind."

It is said that screenwriting is a terrible profession, and they are absolutely right. Sometimes if they really use language weapons, you may not realize that this person is scolding you until you return home for a few days.

If I'm too lazy to beep with him, I'll start asking questions directly. Otherwise, if I continue to talk like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to take a close look at the leading actor until the stage play starts. .

"I don't know, Mr. Deng asked me this time..."

"Well, Ms. Wu can be regarded as a straightforward person." Deng Zhishang didn't say much, and handed me his script directly, "Please take a look at what's going on first."

"What's going on?" After I took over the script, I opened the not too thick book in my hand with a blank face, "Isn't this the one I'm acting now? What's wrong? No problem?"

"Miss Wu, are you sure there is no problem?" Deng Zhishang reminded again, seeing his seriousness, I opened the script and read it carefully again, "It seems that there is nothing wrong, Mr. Deng."

"In this way, you turn to the last page of the script and carefully read what is written there."

Hearing what he said, I really stared at the last page seriously. It didn't take long before the scarlet font appeared in front of my eyes. Please don't change the ending of the original book casually!
"I'll go! Mr. Deng, is this your special effects script trick?"

"Miss Wu, do you think I will have the time to joke with you like this? Or is Deng Zhishang too old to come up with anything?"

It's really like what he said, many things are really unnecessary, but I haven't quite figured out one thing, similar to intimidation, but he doesn't directly choose to report the crime or announce it to the public, but chooses to He brought me here to ask about this matter. Could it be that he also believes in ghosts and ghosts?Or did he already know the ins and outs of this matter?
Thinking again of what Rong Zhi said last night, could it be... all this is really just a so-called choice?

(End of this chapter)