I Miss You

Qingcheng actually knows that the performance of this play is very good, especially the newly attracted the attention of a large number of young college students. Since the youth version of the Kunqu Opera "The Story of the West Tower" began to be promoted in mid-August, until now in early September, she has seen many students in her circle of friends talking about this play. She has always known that her second uncle is good at drama and has a reputation, but she didn't expect to be able to do drama.

It seems that Dao Xu's two-pronged strategy of acting with heart and reasonable marketing can produce amazing results no matter what kind of drama is put on. She really needs to learn a lot from her second uncle.

So the next day, she took a taxi to the Baizhou Grand Theater.

Right now, she is talking on the phone with her roommate Shi Yingying. This person has already been doing an internship in another province. Recently, she has encountered a lot of strange things, and she often calls her quickly. Today, after learning that she decided to do an internship with her second uncle, Envy, jealousy and hatred: "We should really change, really! You have always been able to deal with strange things, and my sister, I am a real fan of the drama, this is really the death of drought and flood."

"Didn't you say before that you only watch old artists' plays, and those new glamorous **** are blocked?"

"It was like this before, but I accidentally swiped a Weibo yesterday, the CUT of "The Story of the West Tower? Playing Notes". From my conscience, it can be said that young opera actors can have such a voice and body. Surprised. I have always been tolerant of strength."

"Thank you for being very tolerant to me."

Shi Yingying laughed and scolded: "Will you die if you don't?"

"There's no way, I'm about to enter the bottom of society and work, and the chances of being able to scream are running out."

When Shi Yingying heard this, she couldn't help crying again about her latest sad reminder. When they were approaching the entrance of the Grand Theatre, the two men ended the conversation.

As soon as she got out of the car, Qingcheng looked up and saw a huge poster. It was across the main square of the theater. The heroes and heroines in theatrical costumes above looked at each other affectionately, with flowers blooming on the side. I saw it in her second uncle’s circle of friends before. At that time, I thought the colors were very beautiful, and the huge presentation now makes people feel that the next scene will be a visual feast.

Qingcheng stayed there for a while, and occasionally people passing by, would also glance at the poster.

She somehow remembered that in the poster, the elegant, handsome and blue-scarved actor had a haircut that was as short as a bald head that had just been shaved, with only a faint bluish black scalp.

She remembered that it was not hot at that time, so she asked him: "Is your head cold like this?"

But she forgot what he returned, it was too long.

After thinking about it like this for a short while, the phone rang.

It was the number given to her by her second uncle, and that of his new assistant Xiao Zhao. When she was about to arrive, she sent a message to Xiao Zhao.

"Hey, Miss Xu, this is Xiao Zhao, have you arrived?"

"Yes, just arrived."

"Oh, I have something to do a little bit busy here, can you wait for me for about ten minutes?" The gasp was obvious on the phone, as if running.

"It's okay, you'll be busy first, I'm not in a hurry." It was still early to the performance, it was she who came early.

"Okay, well, we'll meet at the back door when we look back."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Qingcheng strolled around the square for a while before walking along the path to the back door of the theater.

From afar, the flower baskets extending from the back door aroused her curiosity. She remembered that in the movies of the Republic of China, the flower baskets for holding corners were also sent backstage.

When she was about 20 meters away from the back door, she saw a figure coming out from the backstage which was not very bright.