Senior Superstar

  Chapter 612 The night is deep (seeking a monthly pass!)

  The picture of the video seems to freeze at the moment when Li Shixin is holding Xiaodouzi's body and howling against the dark cloud-covered sky.

  Beyond the screen, there was a Jinghu solo.

  That is "Deep Night" born out of Kunqu Opera "Si Fan".

   Desolate and euphemistic, like the sound of a winding river encountering a rock like Jinghu, the actors in the hall walked out silently and stood behind Yu Wenshan.

  Looking at the screen where Yu Wenshan was holding Xiaodouzi tightly, the green veins stretched out and his mouth was trembling, making silent roars to the sky. The hearts of netizens were cracked!

   "Yamamoto, my ancestor!"

   "What did the kid mess with you? My fucking! I can't see this little Japanese dog leash within three minutes, so I just uninstall the tea beans!"

"When one nation occupies another nation for the purpose of conquest, the individual rights of the status nation are the same as those of beasts. Whether it is brainwashed and raised in captivity or directly killed depends on the feelings of the upper nation. This is the sorrow of the weak! "

"When I was a freshman, there was a strange roommate who always said that the rise is useless. I think that the various situations and international crises that our country is facing today were born out of striving for international sovereignty. According to his idea, as long as the country is obediently comprador, the country will also It can also develop well like Japan and South Korea. After hearing his remarks, I rented a house outside the school decisively. I was afraid that after a long time together, I would become a fool like him. Every time I see something like this I especially want to send this video to him."

"The role of Yamamoto has made me shudder since I came out of this part. His face is always kind and polite, and he always feels like a gentleman. Even when he kills, his gentleman is just a gentleman. This kind of mask, underneath the mask is a devil! Such a person is terrible."

"Yu Wenshan! Alas, he has always wanted to be a guardian since he took over the theatre troupe from Master. But who does he protect? He can't protect Master, or Xiaoyuehong. The only time he has protected Lai Xiao At the end of the month, I still use the small beans for the letter to change one. Alas"

"Who can he guard? Whether facing Yihequan, warlords, Japanese, or a gangster with Xiaoyuehong, he is a trivial person who can be manipulated at will! Looking at what he loves The people left one by one, but there was nothing they could do. It was suffocating!"

   "Mr. Lu Xun's "Madman's Diary" resounded inexplicably, the era of cannibalism!"

   "Looking at Yu Wenshan's appearance, I really feel a stone in his throat. This old actor TM's acting skills have exploded!"

  With the end of the fourth act "Deep Night" in the finale, the barrage ushered in the first wave of climax.

  Amidst the rolling barrage and comments, the plot continues;

  Xiaodouzi is dead, but the plight of the married class has not yet passed.

  In fact, it is not just a family class, but the famous celebrities in the Forty-Nine City have received "notifications" from Yamamoto.

  Liyuanxing in Beijing rarely gathered in the Huihui Building, which had been taken down by the married team, and sat together to discuss things about this performance.

"Masters, I don't need to say that the big guys have seen the situation. The Japanese have been holding back their kung fu for more than ten years. This time they fought, I am afraid that the country will die. I heard that Pingjin is a gentry of all ages. Lord, have already voted for the Pingjin Autonomous Government as traitors. This time Yamamoto is engaged in the show. It is estimated that these people will be pulled out to show everyone from all walks of life. I don’t know what you say? "

  In silence, Da Ankui’s class leader, Lao Zhang, put down the pipe pot that had been tapping for a long time, and sighed.

   "If you want me to say it, I will act as those who eat meat on weekdays. They have all gone to the Japanese. Don't let this group of singers compare this strength, right?"

  Liancheng Master Su weakly interjected.

   "Fart!"

  Immediately, someone slapped the table.

"This play is handed down by the ancestors. It can be sung to the heavens, to the emperor, to the common people, to the people who sell it in the Huazi kiln, but let us sing it to the Ansheng class. Those little Japanese who killed my brothers and sisters and sing my compatriots and sisters, sing to those traitors who have forgotten their ancestors and are willing to be dogs. Anyway, our AXA class can't speak this way! So everyone wants to sing, you can sing it yourself."

   "Hey, you guy, don't I mean that our pear orchard is cheap and cheap, and can't be guilty of hitting a rock with a pebble?"

   "Slightly humble? Go and see on the street, the rat Laibao who begs for food are singing anti-Japanese! Let's be a dog and a gun for the Japanese at Liyuan Branch?"

  Following the anger of Liu Kui, the owner of the AXA class, the hall of Huicui Building fell into silence.

   "Old rules, draw upright. If you agree not to sing, raise your hand."

  Among dozens of teams, large and small, only the AXA team and a few small teams raised their hands.

"you guys!"

  Looking at the group of colleagues sitting on the chairs with their heads down and their eyes dodging, Liu Kui gritted his teeth.

   "Ha. Good, good."

   At this time, Yu Wenshan, who was sitting in the corner, stood up silently.

   "This play, our married class sings the first scene."

   "Boss Yu, you!"

  Looking at Yu Wenshan, whose face was still stained with blood, Liu Kui widened his eyes.

   "I think you scared the Japanese **** box! Your apprentice is dead in vain? Me, my pooh!"

  As a sip of water hit Yu Wenshan's coat, the Ansheng class left angrily.

  Looking at Yu Wenshan, whose saliva and face remained unchanged, everyone at the scene also dispersed in disbelief.

In the   Gathering Building, quiet again.

  "Master, do you really want to find Satsuki back to perform for the Japanese?"

In the shadow, a girl with red and swollen eyes stood silently behind Yu Wenshan.

  That is Xiaoyun, the third-generation stage pillar of the family class after Xiaoyue.

   "Go and call Boss Liu back."

   "Master."

   "After you call back, you come to the class to pack up your things."

  "Master, what are you going to do?"

   Facing the apprentice’s surprise, Yu Wenshan gave a sad smile.

  His eyes were like moonlight, brushing across the beams and trees of the Huihui Building, and finally fell on Xiaoyun.

   "In my whole life, I haven't kept it."

   "Break the bone, and the play will die."

   Mumbled a few words, Yu Wenshan waved to Xiaoyun.

   "Go, bring back Boss Liu."

   Seeing that the fifth act is here, I almost forgot what the netizens who sent the barrage realized.

   "End! If Yu Wenshan can't think about it!"

   "Oh, it doesn't matter that I can't think about it. If it was me, I might not be able to sustain it anymore."

   "Faith is trampled on, it is more uncomfortable than death. Yu Wenshan estimated that the night Xiao Yuehong was insulted, he was already dead."

  Amidst the sparse barrage, the plot continues.

  Boss Liu is back.

  Boss Liu is gone again.

When    came back, Boss Liu cursed and entered the door.

When    left, Boss Liu bowed deeply into the building.

  The married class got together.

  Family class is gone again.

  When they got together, dozens of half-year-old children were standing in the courtyard of the married class with their bags on their backs, crying like babies without their mothers.

When    was gone, a group of actors knocked their heads three times at Xiaodouzi, who was still parked in the compound, and Yu Wenshan, who was sitting in a daze with a stack of Guanshu, in a daze.

   "Master."

  The last Xiaoyun walked up to Yu Wenshan with her little baggage on her back.

   "Let's go. Let's go. Get out of this door and live a good life."

  He waved his hand, slapped it, and threw the thick stack of books in his hand into the brazier next to Xiaodouzi's body.

  The fire light illuminates the courtyard of the married class.

  (End of this chapter)