No Fate for an Actor

In January in Jiangcheng, it was snowing heavily.

In the cold windy weather, the simple people sat together, smiling, with their hands in their cuffs, letting the heavy snow fall on their shoulders.

Big and small gongs and drums sounded rhythmically, and Jinghu played a cheerful and long tune.

The sound of the gongs suddenly became denser, and the actors on the stage swung their swords extremely fast, and the dazzling flashes quickly left afterimages.

What came into view was a man dressed in colorful embroidered clothes, smeared with powder and daisy, and dancing with a long sword in his hand. With his nimble steps, he attracted the attention of the audience.

There was a burst of applause from the audience.

"Ah, ah, ah... I miss Xiang Yu... I am so powerful that I am overwhelming the world, the time is not good, and the time is not dying. The time is not dying, what can I do! What is the reason for the danger!"

"Your Majesty, the generosity of the sad song makes people cry. You use your deep-rooted tenderness in exchange for my arrogance, and wait for my concubine to sing and dance, how can I relieve my worries..."

Yu Ji and Xiang Yu met each other's eyes, and Yu Ji held two swords and danced gracefully from one end of the stage to the other under the witness of everyone.

The people who provoked clapped their hands and applauded.

"it is good!"

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Under the stage, a handsome young man sat on a wooden bench and nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the grizzled troupe master and said:

"Grandpa, my dad has finally spoken."

The white-haired old man turned his head away, but under the vicissitudes of life, there was a look of disgust, "Grandson, your father's breath is not stable, and his voice is weak. It really embarrasses me."

Li Xiao, a native of Jiangcheng, has made a living by singing operas for generations. The concubine Yu who sang operas on stage is his father, and he can be regarded as the second in command of the opera troupe.

But in front of the old man, there are too many bad things. He is often beaten because of mispronounced lines, and even cut off water and food. All in all, not everyone can learn this industry.

And Li Xiao didn't inherit the opera tune left by his ancestors, because his voice was not pure, and his appearance was too delicate, the voice and appearance formed a sharp contrast.

On the stage, he often shows himself as a daughter, which will drag the women in operas. Mr. Li simply doesn't let him study, he just needs to follow the troupe to perform nearby.

I thought this was just the most ordinary world, but I didn't expect that when Li Xiao saw the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion on TV when he was just learning to walk, his view of the world exploded again.

It was only then that Li Xiao realized that he was reborn in the world of the popular comic "Under One Man" in his previous life.

Both grandpa and father make a living by singing operas, but the most refreshing thing for Li Xiao was that one night, father actually acted as a god in front of him. That is a special ability that makes a living by singing and dancing. Opera, thus gaining some kind of power.

Especially that sentence is the most blood-burning, Jing Yao Nuo Wu, disciple Li Pingfan, please come to the world!

What troubled Li Xiao the most was that they didn't teach him this skill. The most important thing was that the old man didn't want him to humiliate China's thousand-year-old culture.

Just let him learn other exercises.

Li Xiao: "..."

The old man touched Li Xiao's head, and said with emotion: "Xiao'er, you have a good skin, but your voice is too hoarse, otherwise your father wouldn't have to practice the trumpet all the time."

"And your father, although his tone is a little low, but he is also a talent for making, a natural actor."

"Follow the old man, hehehe."

The old man stroked his white beard lightly, the wrinkles on his face curled into a ball of laughter.

A string of question marks flew over Li Xiao's head.

In the past, there was a queen who sold melons and boasted, and later there was an old man who wanted to fart.

"Grandpa, you can really brag, does your family know?"

"Of course I don't know..." Old Li came to his senses, slapped Li Xiao on the head, and scolded with a smile, "Good boy, you actually played tricks on your grandpa. If you don't give you a good meal when you get home, I will really treat you like your grandpa. I am a vegetarian." !"

Li Xiao nodded and smiled.

Fortunately, he is self-taught, and he has vaguely touched the threshold of this line of work.

everybody is good for something!

......

The drama is over.

The audience left unsatisfied.

This time, the organizer personally found Mr. Li, and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Li, the singing in this play is very good, we are very satisfied."

As he said that, the organizer took out a bulging envelope from his pocket, and offered it with both hands: "Uncle Li, this is a little bit of my heart, it's not a respect, I hope you accept it."

With a smile on his face, old man Li took the envelope back, weighed it with his hands, and said with a smile: "Boss Wang, you are welcome, this is what we should do."

Li Xiao sat aside and stared at the envelope in the old man's hand, now their family can consume again.

Li Pingfan came over and said with a smile, "Boss Wang is really too polite."

Boss Wang simply tidied up his oily hair, and with a full smile, he looked up and down in the troupe, and then his eyes stayed on the young man with his legs crossed.

Looking at the young man's delicate features and bright teeth, it seemed as if he was born for singing, with agility and spirit, he was suddenly surprised: "Brother Li, this little brother can also sing?"

Li Pingfan sighed and said, "Oh, this is Li Xiao, the dog. Although his appearance is outstanding, his voice is not suitable for singing."

Hearing this, Boss Wang had a look of regret. It's a pity that such a peerless person is not suitable for acting.

Especially those peach blossom eyes, even men would have the urge to get to know each other when they saw them.

"Xiao'er, you haven't said hello to Uncle Wang yet."

Li Xiao strode forward, bowed his hands politely, "Uncle Wang."

Boss Wang nodded in satisfaction, and said with some regret: "The little brother is so handsome, he is the most handsome boy Wang has ever seen, but he can't sing. It's a pity."

Li Xiao smiled without saying a word.

After a brief negotiation, Boss Wang left Jiangcheng with his assistant, and everyone in the troupe began to pack their bags and prepare to leave.

Their home is in a village near Jiangcheng, called Xinghua Village, and they stay at home most of the time except when they are alive.

Li Xiao took the envelope handed over by Mr. Li, couldn't wait to open it and lost it.

Mr. Li smiled and said, "Xiao'er, this money is with Grandpa. Grandpa will save it for you. He will buy you a house and marry a wife when the time comes."

Li Pingfan said: "Father, didn't you say you would marry me a wife?"

Li Xiao's mother passed away due to dystocia when he was born. Li Pingfan has always been single. He thought about marrying a wife, but the money was always in his father's hands, and he didn't dare to ask for it.

Mr. Li glanced at Li Pingfan, his voice was slightly angry, "I'll talk about it when you have stabilized your breath."

"Ah..." Li Pingfan, who is in his 40s, looks aggrieved like a child, "Got it."

Li Xiao took out a few banknotes and put them in his pocket, and stuffed the rest in his grandpa's pocket.

Mr. Li was not angry, but took out ten banknotes and handed them over again with a little affection, "Xiao'er, you have worked hard this time, go buy something to eat."

(End of this chapter)