There are so many stories hidden between his brows.
All the stories between eyebrows are either full of affection or betrayal.
"No." Shen Xian relaxed his brows, clenched the umbrella in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's good to have an umbrella. Your own umbrella is better than anyone else's roof."
Baby Peach doesn’t understand.
Because her emotional experience is blank.
After entering the troupe, Shen Xian saw a short-haired woman in her fifties standing in the lobby counting the costumes for the performance.
Seeing Chen Xian and Taozi Baby walking in side by side, she frowned.
"Captain, he is the Chen Xian I told you about." Facing the captain, Taozi baby pinched her collar with her tender hands, showing her nervousness.
The leader's gaze shifted to Shen Xian, a little sharp and a little scrutinizing: "You said, you can write a play for the troupe?"
Shen Xian nodded: "Okay."
The head of the troupe said, "You have to understand that our repertoire has been passed down for three or four hundred years. It has been passed down through the ages. Some of them were written by opera masters who have been immersed in the opera industry for decades. Why do you think that the repertoire you wrote can surpass them?"
"Hello, captain. I have watched all the current plays in the troupe. They are excellent, of high quality, and have profound educational significance. However, are excellent things really something that the public likes to watch?" Shen Xian said.
He doesn't even want to complain.
Something that’s three or four hundred years old is just this?
There are also plays written by so-called masters, which, in my opinion, are terrible.
Just like the skits in recent years, they always talk about profound truths.
It feels like your skull is forcibly opened and these profound truths are stuffed into your head like shit.
It was really embarrassing to watch.
Many people said that the skits in the past were vulgar, but they really made people happy from the bottom of their hearts.
That's the truth.
"It's a joke!" A deep male voice came while the team leader was still thinking.
Then I saw a young man wearing a coat walking towards me. He was very handsome and delicate, and perhaps because he was used to acting, he walked with a square step.
As soon as he appeared, his eyes showed strong aggressiveness.
He glanced at the peach baby next to him again and looked unhappy.
It was obvious that he loved Baby Peach.
“We have performed our repertoire for many years, and even toured Kyoto. Even Mr. Yanshi from the Zhou family praised it after seeing it.” The young man raised his hand and pointed at Chen Xian.
Just forget it.
Don't flatter yourself.
Old Man Rock said he was tired of listening to your family’s plays.
Shen Xian tried hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
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