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　　 I did not expect that the owner of this dilapidated tea garden turned out to be an invisible rich man. The layout of this room fully reflects what is called low-key luxury.

　　 Just this wooden barrel with a nice smell can't be bought by ordinary people.

　　 A little maid with quick hands and feet fills the vat with hot water soon, and these facilities that were originally used for bathing after Guo Yan's play are now all cheaper than Gu Zheng.

　　 For him, who hasn't taken a bath since he came into this world, it's almost as if someone put a pillow on him when he fell asleep. It was extremely comfortable.

　　 No, he was alone in the huge room, rubbing the mud, while singing excerpts from Xiaosheng opera he had learned since he was a child.

　　 The clear and clear singing voice passed through the window, and it reached Guo Yan's ears, who had been waiting anxiously by the door.

　　 Guo Yan at this time is like a small bean popsicle coming in the dog days, and it feels so cool from head to toe, not to mention more comfortable.

　　 Unexpectedly, this young coachman is a hidden master at all.

　　 I thought that his old life drama has already been sung for three minutes. Whoever thinks that his niche is really good at it. Singing in this accent is simply superb, and has been around for three days.

　　 No, I have to persuade the master to change the show when he comes on stage. You have to know that the little student wants to sing well, that's the most rare thing!

　　 Yes, this one even called the master.

　　 Guo Yan, who hadn’t waited for Tuan Tuan to figure out his persuasive remarks, answered Gu Zheng in the room: “Guo Yan, do you have any towels? I’ve packed them.”

　　 "Hey! Yes!"

　　 responded, Guo Yan, who was very dogleg, directly handed the white towel that had been put on his arm early to Gu Zheng.

　　Whoever thinks, he opened the door and entered, immediately stunned in the shower room, silly.

　　 I saw only one person in the room, naked and unreserved. This is not the reason for his stunner. After all, who hasn't been in a bathhouse once or twice this year? There are so many white bars in the waves.

　　 What really stunned Guo Yan was the face that Gu Zheng showed after putting up his heavy broken hair in order to make it easier to sing for a while.

　　 This is different from the traditional TV series, where the heroine is shocked by the overbearing president when she takes off a pair of glasses.

　　 Its shock level is as scary as a lame beggar after he cleans it up and is like your male god.

　　 Seeing such a reaction from the other party, Gu Zheng took the towel into his hand if nothing had happened, and wiped it calmly.

　　 "I said that I am not suitable for public appearance. Today I have the right to take a shower at your place, and I will sneak out through the back door when my hair dries. It will not affect your business."

After hearing Gu Zheng’s words, Guo Yan, who was standing on the spot, stopped petrifying immediately. He blocked the door with a quick stride: "Don’t! I’m shocked. Don’t tell me, Master, you’re still It's really not suitable for singing Xiaosheng, my plan has to be changed again."

　　 "You are waiting for me, Boss Gu, Master Gu, don't leave, I have a way! Waiting! Waiting for me to come back."

　　 Guo Yan ran out of the room while flailing, and ran back shortly after whistling and panting.

　　 This time he has a lot of outfits in his hands, and he has basically brought all the costumes for singing.

　　 The fake beard of the old student, the oil paint used to make up, the tools used to decorate the makeup, and the vanity mirror with indistinct shimmering shadows.

　　 It's really hard for this second generation ancestor to have such a complete set, so that Gu Zheng didn't have to move his nest, and he just dressed up in this rather spacious room.

When it came, Guo Yan also kindly asked while watching Gu Zheng put on a costume, "Boss Gu, do I need to put on your makeup? My craftsmanship is still pretty good. Really, definitely with me. The play is just as good."

　　 After hearing this, Gu Zheng, who had already raised his eyebrow pencil, was shivering. Use your old man to paint? What kind of virtue is that, I'll do it myself.

　　 No matter how polished the surface of the bronze mirror is, it is not as translucent as a modern glass mirror, but it has the hazy beauty of a girl, so that the face reflected in the mirror is also softened by three points.

　　The person in the mirror has raised eyebrows, looking forward to his posture, but the outline of the painting tools in his hand adds a bit of vicissitudes to himself.

　　 The oil is light, and the eye makeup is slightly drooping. When Gu Zheng's makeup goes from a little jerky at the beginning to smooth and smooth at the end, it only takes a moment.

　　 When he hung the three strands of long beard behind his ears, finished finishing his cap on his head, and turned his head again, the man who made Guo Yan stunned at the scene disappeared.

　　 This is a Chinese opera talent who looks like something.

　　 If he heard what Guo Yan said at this time, Gu Zheng would definitely give him a nostril. Isn't it just acting?

　　 Can he not be strong?

　　 Others use acting skills, but he uses small life.

Looking at Guo Yan who was still sluggish~www.readwn.com~ Gu Zheng sorted out the feather fan in his hand in a rare good mood, took the unique narration in the Peking opera singing, and said, "Guo... Yeah... words. "

　　 "The little one is here."

　　 "Ahead... Lead the way..."

　　 "Got Ling."

　　 How much you two love acting!

　　 Coming out of the backcourt penthouse, Gu Zheng, led by Guo Yan, passed through a small alley with only two steps, and arrived at the rudimentary backstage of the theater in Chayuanzi.

　　 A few benches, a simple cover, even all the belongings here.

　　 But the owner of the garden took care of it very carefully, and there was no dust, which shows that Guo Yan attaches great importance to this stage.

　　The musicians of the ready-made troupe have already been seated on the stage. This is the best time of the day. The venomous sun turns into an afterglow, and the high temperature also drops.

　　 Under the shining of the beautiful scenery and the warm sun, coupled with the good mood that finally is not my own boss came to the stage to sing, I will work hard to pull it.

After receiving Guo Yan’s signal, the band on stage began to play the gong for the opening of the show, and the noise underneath, which was originally like a vegetable market, also automatically sounded with the sound of the'Qiangqiangqiang'. Quieted down.

　　 This is about to start.

As soon as I remembered the sound of the erhu, the curtain on the stage leading to the backstage was lifted. A feather fan, a sage, a wise man, and a rather fairy-like old student, walked around without a hurry, and went up. Up the station.

　　 The posture is standard and the pace is steady, and it is not bad to walk at these two steps.

　　 And when Gu Zheng took it seriously, he opened his voice and finished the first sentence. In the interval of breathing, he remembered all the applause.

"good!"

　　 is short and neat, and closes up quite quickly.