Practice a low-level profession until you become an immortal and call yourself an ancestor

Chapter 3 The Thief Comes To The Door
As time passed, Chu Changqing finished telling the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and Wang Xuan, a little girl who was not familiar with the world, listened with tears in her eyes and remained reserved.

The maid next to her had tears on her face and kept wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

The room was quiet. While Wang Xuan and the two women were adjusting their emotions, Chu Changqing had already decided in his heart that he could not rely on Wang Xuan to help him escape from slavery for the time being.

There are two reasons.

One is because there is no friendship between the two parties at the moment.

Just relying on a casual relationship and "Wang Xuan thinks he is talented", asking him to help redeem his life, I am afraid it will only make the other party feel conflicted and break this line.

The second reason is because he currently needs this stage of the Zhao family troupe.
In the profession of "actor" on his panel, although acting in private can also increase experience, performing in front of an audience brings more experience value.

Based on the above two points, he definitely cannot speak.

Moreover, regarding the matter of slave status, it is best for Wang Xuan to take the initiative to cancel his slave status instead of him taking the initiative to raise it, otherwise he will still be restricted by others in the future.

Therefore, it is very important to leave a good impression on Miss Wang Xuan.

After Wang Xuan calmed down, Chu Changqing chuckled and said, "It seems that Miss Wang Xuan is very interested in the story told by Chu."

Wang Xuan nodded: "The story Mr. Chu told was touching and touching. The little girl felt something in her heart and made the young man laugh."

Chu Changqing shook his head: "What Miss Wang Xuan said is wrong. This matter is not just a story."

Wang Xuan was startled. She obviously didn't expect Chu Changqing to respond to her like this. Her curiosity was aroused: "What does Mr. Chu mean?"

Chu Changqing said seriously: "This incident can be so poignant and moving because it is not a story, but something that really happened."

After saying this, before Wang Xuan could continue to ask questions, his eyes began to become sad, his chin was slightly raised and he looked out the window. Through his superb acting skills, he perfectly performed the gesture of "Don't ask about my story".

Wang Xuan didn't speak. The young maid next to her widened her eyes and subconsciously blurted out, "Could it be that you?"

Wang Xuan shouted softly and stopped the maid beside her from speaking, "Xiaohua! Don't be rude!"

Xiaohua's tone paused and she quickly lowered her head.

The master is still here, but the slave speaks out without permission, which is indeed against the rules.

When Chu Changqing saw this scene, he felt that he was right not to ask for help.

Although Wang Xuan is simple, she is the daughter of a wealthy businessman after all, and her education must be different. She may have prejudices against low-life people in her heart.

If he asked for help, his impression would plummet.

At present, we can only improve ourselves first, and then talk about demand later.

He "came back to his senses" and his expression was still gentle: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

But Chu Changqing's pull has indeed aroused Wang Xuan's curiosity, so she asked tentatively: "Mr. Chu, can you explain to the little girl what you just said? Could it be that you are What about Liang Shanbo?"

As soon as the question came up, Wang Xuan's expression seemed indifferent, but her expectant eyes almost revealed her innermost thoughts.

The little flower on the side also pricked up her ears.

Chu Changqing turned a blind eye and explained with a sincere laugh: "Hahaha, of course not. The pair of fateful mandarin ducks have turned into butterflies. How can I be Liang Shanbo?"

"But Chu can tell this story in such detail, it is indeed because Chu recognizes Liang Shanbo, but..."

Wang Xuan said hurriedly: "But what?"

After Chu Changqing noticed Wang Xuan's demeanor, he felt reassured.

Hooked.

As long as you're curious, isn't it up to me to control the rest?

Chu Changqing did not continue to tell the story, but said aloud: "However, it is getting late. If I continue to tell the story, I will probably not be able to finish it all night long."

Wang Xuan looked out through the window and found that the stars were already hanging high. She was shocked to realize that so much time had passed.

As a woman, she naturally understood what Chu Changqing meant. It was indeed bad and offensive for a young girl to stay too late in the theater troupe.

Her favorable impression of Chu Changqing increased again, and she no longer pestered him to tell his story. She stood up and bowed and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Chu, for coming to meet me. After talking about it today, I feel that you are very talented. I hope you will have the opportunity to talk to him someday." "Chu Changqing also stood up and held his hands in his hands: "We are always waiting for you!"

Then, he took the two people out of Zhao's class.

Before leaving, Wang Xuan looked back twice and expressed her hope to see Chu Changqing play Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai again in the future, and she also wanted to hear Chu Changqing tell the story completely.

Chu Changqing responded affirmatively.

After the two left, Chu Changqing took off his disguise and a smile appeared on his face.

It’s done, the fish has tasted the sweetness, and then you need to find a way to feed the other party to recognize him and take the bait.

Chu Changqing was in a good mood, turned around and walked towards his residence.

When passing by the courtyard, he heard Mrs. Zhao yelling inside the wall:

"Have those two things in your mind been eaten away by the stinky maggots in the latrine? Are you unable to do these things well?"

"Your dead mother gave birth to you in the cemetery? No? Then why are you so stupid! I think your mother accidentally covered your brain with the coffin lid on the day she gave birth to you!"

"Oh my God, what kind of evil have I done to be able to meet such a talent in my own troupe!"

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Listening to all the curses, Chu Changqing shook his head and went to his private courtyard.

This is Boss Zhao.

Before he traveled through time, the treatment the original owner received every day was similar to this.

This is why the landlady is treating him so warmly now, and he doesn't respond.

But fortunately, his treatment is no longer what it used to be.

Arriving at the Independent Courtyard, Chu Changqing felt that the world was quiet.

The chirping of insects, the scent of grass, the flying fireflies, and the stars and bright moon in the dark sky formed a picture that made him feel comfortable.

Because Chu Changqing now has a unique "status" in the Zhao family class.

So the courtyard belonged entirely to him, and it was far away from where the rest of the troupe lived, which was one of the privileges.

After washing, Chu Changqing lay down directly.

Without him, sleepy.

If you want to act well, it is both physical and mental work, and it is not easy.

He acted in two scenes today. Goldfinger showed up to try out his skills again. Plus he was chatting with Wang Xuan, the eldest daughter of the Wang family. He was very tired.

After a few breaths, his breathing became even.

The moon is starry in the sky and everything is silent.

Chu Changqing, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a "rustling" sound coming from outside the door.

He was suddenly awakened.

It wasn't that he was making a fuss, but because the sound coming from outside the door was obviously the sound of people stepping on the haystacks beside the wall, and judging from the sound, there was more than one person!
It's not the boss's wife. If the boss's wife wants to find him, she will surely come with Feng Feng Huo Huo twisting her waist and swinging her butt.

It's even less likely that it's someone else in the troupe. Why are the people in the troupe looking for him this late at night?Playing against each other?

The moment he thought about it, he saw three black shadows reflected on the door under the moonlight.

They were three burly men.

The other party also took out a dagger, pierced the window paper, and quietly opened the door.

(End of this chapter)