It's late at night.

It was snowing outside the window.

In a bedroom in the backyard, more than ten apprentices from the opera troupe were huddling on a large bunk, covering their quilts, hunching their heads, looking at the new Su Qing.

All were stunned.

I saw a young man with red lips and white teeth standing there holding a blanket.

"Yeah, which little nun from this family went down the mountain?"

Suddenly, someone yelled and teased.

"Haha, the little nun is going down the mountain!"

The rest immediately followed.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this thing is not enough to wear during the Chinese New Year. I didn't expect that the master would give you it!"

Looking at Su Qing's clean black jacket, some of his disciples were envious.

"There is a new cotton inside this year. It's warm all night when you stand in the snow outside."

"How can it be the same? I see this as the master who can make a horn. My body is much more precious than ours. My figure is even slimmer than that girl's house!"

"Jingui is a bullshit. Today, I think he is still a beggar!"

...

Everyone said one by one.

"Okay, okay, move in, get some space, and you still have to practice drama tomorrow!" Suddenly, a bare-armed boy yelled in the middle. After saying that, he stretched his hands and turned over, but his hands slipped, and he fell down, collided with another boy, and immediately he was oh.

"Little Laizi, you are a turtleman, you won't hide!"

Rubbing his head, the young man like a monkey spirit rolled up a quilt and said to Su Qing who was going to clean up himself: "Little nun, you have to sign up, otherwise we will call you Little nun in the future - haha, Little nun Nian Fang 28, his hair was peeled off by his master in Qingqing!"

He sang halfway through the speech, making the others laugh.

The bed was vacant and there was only a yellow mattress left. I don’t know how long it took to change it. It smelled like a scent and left a residual heat.

Su Qing took the matter and ignored it. After the laying was done, he swept everyone and said softly:

"My name is Su Qing!"

The child named Xiao Laizi rolled his eyes and spoke. "Su Qing? This is not possible. If you join the opera troupe, you will lose your surname. If the master and the others hear it, you may have to punish you. Apart from the opera, we cannot have any other thoughts!"

Su Qing's eyes flashed.

"Do you have the word "small" before your names?"

"It's not all. My master just called Xiao Laizi. His name is Xiao Shitou, but our senior brother. His name is Xiao Zhuzi, and his name is Monk--"

Little Laizi pointed at a few around him.

Su Qing thought about it.

"Then I will call Xiaoqing in the future!"

There was a white-haired wind outside the window, and the cold wind could get in along the cracks. Su Qing also shivered, took off her jacket, wrapped her blanket, and exposed her head.

Xiao Laizi said curiously: "Xiaoqing, how did you come from?"

Su Qing had a lot of thoughts.

"I came here myself, I can't survive anymore, so I want to ask for something!"

All the children were silent when he said this, as if they had thought of their own things. What if this opera is so popular? Isn’t it still a low-ranking act? Whoever falls into this trunk and tiles is not a miserable person? Anyone who can survive and has a way to do it will not want to sing an opera.

They are unable to support them, and the taxes are heavy, and the world is difficult, and there are famines everywhere, and they are so hungry that they sell their children and daughters.

The room slowly calmed down. Listening to the howling wind outside, Su Qing slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep soundly.

I don't know how long it took.

He felt as if he was in the snow and shaking, and suddenly woke up. He saw that the blanket on his body had been lifted away. The teacher smiled and held a bamboo board.

Without saying anything, he grabbed him up with one handful, put on his pants in a few seconds, put on his shoes and jackets, and then carried him straight to the place where he was practicing.

The sky outside was still gray and there was thick snow on the ground.

Some of the apprentices were also awakened by the movement. When they opened their eyes, they looked at Su Qing's back as they were being taken away, with sympathy in their eyes.

"Xiao Qing is late in this industry, I'm afraid she will not be able to sleep well in some days in the future."

He only said that Su Qing was dragged to the front yard, and he suddenly looked at the teacher.

"I'll go over by myself and won't run!"

The teacher was stunned when he heard this and laughed, "Yeah, it's a bit interesting, then I'm so easy!"

One after another, following the master, Su Qing went to a theater.

"See that? During this period, I will relax your muscles and bones first, so let's go by yourself?"

The teacher pointed at the wall.

"Go, please help him!"

Su Qing took a deep breath. As soon as he walked to the base of the wall, his legs had been pressed down by two strong men. He leaned against both sides little by little, and opened his hips. Seeing that he couldn't hold it back, the two brought more than a dozen stone bricks, pressing against his feet on both sides, and adding them up one by one.

Su Qing sat on the ground, spreading her legs slowly towards the walls on both sides.

Cold sweat was already seeping from his forehead. He didn't shout, his teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his cheeks were trembling in pain.

In no mood.

"Don't hold it over, just shout out in pain, and carefully bite your tongue. No matter how good your throat is, it's useless!"

The master glared and reminded him.

Su Qing's eyes were closed and she changed her breath. This would not only be her forehead, but also her sideburns.

It hurts so much.

Just under the teacher's eyes, he exhaled in a trembling voice.

"call!"

"Yes, can do it!"

The teacher was amazed at the sight. "It's interesting. Don't think that even if you have survived it, the good show is still coming. This is the beginning. I will recite the opera at noon. I can't just practice but not sing. I have to recite it every day. If I can't recite it, I will punish you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left with a smile.

In the huge theater, Su Qing was the only one sitting on the ground. The morning breeze was so cool that it shrank. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands to add a brick under his feet.

This time I was completely sweating profusely.

One sitting is the time for two incense sticks.

It was almost noon when I saw Master Guan leading his apprentice from the opera troupe. Now that the year is over, life is lively. The master takes his apprentice to the street to play some kung fu, earn some rewards, and make a name for himself. Moreover, the apprentices are still young and cannot play hard, and most of the expenses they spend on weekdays come from this.

Su Qing only felt that his legs were numb and lost consciousness, and he lost even the pain.

When we were having dinner, Xiao Shitou and Xiao Laizi were still holding him on the left and right, and putting him on the dining table, a few plates of pickles, a large pot of hot soup, and a pile of yellow and black steamed buns.

Everyone was like fighting for food.

Fortunately, he can still eat it.

After dinner, the theater shed became lively.

A set of hemp ropes, open the crotch and waist, kick the legs and raise the feet, and shout everywhere.

Su Qing was taken back again.

The teacher looked at him: "From the beginning of the fight, you will first recite Sifan. This is a Kun Opera thing, and you can use it later. I will recite one sentence, and you will teach you a short paragraph first. After you write it down, you will teach you the next paragraph. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"The little nun is only 28 years old and is young. Her hair is peeled off by her master. Every day, she burns incense and changes water in the Buddhist temple. When she sees a few children playing at the mountain gate, he looks at us and looks at him. He and we share with him, and we have a lot of concern for him."

After reading, the master asked, "Did you remember it?"

Su Qing nodded.

"Tell me!"

He only changed his mind from beginning to end, and he really did not know a word.
Chapter completed!