Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 10 The Finale

"Stinky idiot, don't mess with the show, drag me away quickly!"

At least he yelled out without pain, and after listening to Xiao Luobo's hasty sentence, he continued to die "lifelike" again, Song Qingshu gritted his teeth angrily, anyway, the fool's hat can't be taken off at this moment, so he just Really pretending to be stupid, naively dragging the little radish's two short legs back, along the way, the little radish's head was plopping on the rocks, sand, and dog poop endlessly.

Even if this girl is still dedicated to pretending to be dead, the corners of her two eyes are painful and tears are coming out.

Fortunately, no one noticed his "this corpse" during this time, and they were all attracted by the emotional performance of Old Man Xing and Liu Dazhuzi.

The singing was very emotional, and the old man burst into tears. The old man Xing was just like Yang Liulang, babbling and blaming Liu Dazhuzi for killing his brother by mistake. Liu Dazhuzi even had a snot like Dou E A burst of tears, crying about how wronged he was, and the few old ladies who looked close were crying along with it.

After dragging away the little radish, Song Qingshu looked at it and sighed, this girl looks tall, strong and tough, and she is also an acting school!If he enters the entertainment circle of later generations, he will definitely be a talent!
Just as he was thinking, this emotional drama reached its climax, and he kowtowed twice to Old Man Xing, Liu Dazhuzi suddenly waved his sleeves righteously, and chanted loudly like a hero ending the curtain.

"That's the way it is, trouble God! Damn you!"

Following the roar of Liu Dazhuzi, several theater troupe guys brought out the things that had been prepared, good guy, a dense bed of nails, all nailed with black sharp nails, especially the throat, mastoid, hip bones, etc. There are still a few gleaming gun tips inserted in the position, although Song Qingshu has seen lying on a bed of nails on TV, but seeing this guy with his own eyes, Song Qingshu still feels his scalp numb.

After YouQi weighed the nail bed twice, Liu Dazhuzi casually pulled out the tip of a gun, and slammed it at the willow tree on the street. With a bang, the tip of the gun pierced three points. This is a real guy who can kill people!

The gimmick was full, and after showing the nail bed, Liu Dazhuzi kowtowed to Old Man Xing with a plop, and shouted sadly: "Master, this disciple has gone to atone for his sins. If he doesn't die, he will report to you when he comes back." Grace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Dazhuzi turned coquettishly in the air, and amidst the horrified screams of a group of audience, he lay down on the bed of nails.

With arms outstretched, Liu Dazhu leaned on it, and there was a complete silence for a few seconds, nothing happened. Some women who watched the fun had already covered their eyes, and the men turned their faces away, and carefully glanced back. When the imaginary blood flowed like a river, a group of people immediately relaxed.

I don't know who started it, but intense applause rang out quickly, and many people even whistled and shouted.

Originally lying on a nail board, it is not a very advanced skill in juggling in the rivers and lakes, and many theater troupes can do it, but the effect is particularly good when Old Man Xing, the master and apprentice, plays it out with sorrow and sorrow. Seeing Liu Dazhuzi After nothing happened, many old ladies who chanted Buddha threw copper coins over in handfuls, and quickly threw them all over the floor.

Today's opening of the first prize ah!

Song Qingshu was still staring dumbfounded, and the jealous little radish kicked hard on his buttocks, cursing viciously: "Why are you still stupid? Waiting to drink the northwest wind at night? Not too soon Go pick it up!"

It really flew out like a rocket, holding a copper gong, Song Qingshu also staggered to the outermost periphery of the performance circle in a foolish way, picking up copper coins on the ground in a panic, and taking care of Lifting the gong to the top of the head, and then throwing money, it looks like a big monkey, and its natural appearance is even more funny than a small carrot, which attracted many nearby spectators to laugh.

"Look, big fool!"

"Hahaha, what a fool!"

The noisy crowd laughed loudly, seeing the fingers pointing at him, and the unscrupulous laughter of adults and children, Song Qingshu couldn't help being in a trance.

Some memories that he didn't want to think of, couldn't help but surfaced.

In the dim elementary school playground, there is still drizzle in the sky, the wind is gloomy and rolls over the eaves of the dilapidated school building, whistling, and the river not far from the campus is also roaring tiredly because of the continuous rain. The road was full of mud, and a group of children were laughing and stepping on the mud, splashing everywhere.

Children may be the most innocent, but sometimes they are the cruelest.

"Watch me move the universe!"

Laughing, a tall and strong child was smiling and gesticulating to look decent, and more than a dozen children's younger brothers also acted as if they were really his internal strength. More than 20 hands grabbed it, and another poor child was crushed on the ground.

The cold muddy water wiped his face and body, icy cold to the bone, the child raised his head in fear, stretched out his hands and struggled, but was quickly pushed his head into the muddy ground, the muddy water flooded his nostrils, and the feeling of suffocation made the child not stop. fluttering.

That child is Song Qingshu.

"Hahaha, Song Qingshu, you have already been beaten down by me, Zhang Wuji!"

"Tell me, did Master Mo, Mo Shenggu, kill you!"

"Besides, this little guy still wants to grab Zhiruo from my master!"

"Hmph, he's so ugly, I don't want to pretend that Zhou Zhiruo is being robbed by him."

Pointing voices came from all directions, and every laugh seemed to hit Song Qingshu's heart. Before his eyes, the dense crowd seemed to have turned into a small river in the back of the school. The noisy voice was also the wanton laughter of the kid Wang who bullied him. Unconsciously, Song Qingshu's footsteps stagnated, his eyes began to turn blood red, and his breathing became more and more rapid...

"What do you think?"

Just when Song Qingshu felt that he was like a boiling kettle about to explode, he slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, bringing Song Qingshu back to his senses.

The crowd was still a crowd of tattered ancient costumes, but they didn’t know when they turned their butts towards them, and they all turned around, listening to the babbling singing of the opposite stage, Liu Dazhuzi was still lying on the bed of nails, and Old Man Xing But he has no intention to continue acting, and the wrinkles that originally filled his face are as sad as the Loess Plateau that has suffered for thousands of years.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, the other party invited a famous actor in Xi'an City, even if Old Man Xing worked so hard, he still couldn't beat the other party.

In front of Song Qingshu's eyes was Xing Hongniang's slightly concerned face.

"No, it's nothing!" Sweating profusely, why did Song Qingshu put his head aside, muttering guiltily, but listened to Xing Hongniang's self-deprecating laugh.

"Why am I competing with a fool!"

For the first time, there was a strong desire to argue, Song Qingshu was about to shout angrily that he was not stupid, but Xing Hongniang threw a large roll of rope into his hands unexpectedly.

"Okay, we are the finale, now we have to play early, and then, you will cooperate with me later!"

Saying so, Xing Hongniang, who had changed into a costume, turned her back on her body again, got up with her little hands on her back, and started to get ready for activities.

Looking at her long sleeves and flexible body, Song Qingshu swallowed in shock.

Daming is really so open, playing tied style in the street?
Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, recalling some "technical details" of the island country in his memory, stretching the rope with both hands, Song Qingshu paid it to Hongniang Xing in a daze...

(End of this chapter)