Chapter 56 Song Xiaoyun
Lin Xiaoqi looked at Song Xiaoyun, and Song Xiaoyun also looked at Lin Xiaoqi.
Song Xiaoyun's face was pale, probably because she had put on powder.
"Little sister, what's wrong? I still have a performance..." Song Xiaoyun's tone was cold.
Lin Xiaoqi curled her lips and smiled kindly: "Miss, are you okay?"
Song Xiaoyun's eyes flashed with a strange emotion: "I'm fine. I'm fine."
Lin Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows, raised her fingers slightly, and lifted her sleeves.
It said countless bruises and scars.
Song Xiaoyun quickly broke free: "What are you doing!"
Lin Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Miss, you call this okay?"
Song Xiaoyun still insisted: "I'm fine... I fell off the stage and it happened!"
Lin Xiaoqi said: "You wouldn't fall like this, little sister... I can see that you are deliberately hiding something..."
Lin Xiaoqi pretended to grab her sleeve again, but was pushed away by Song Xiaoyun.
Song Xiaoyun said angrily: "Mind your own business! This is my family business!"
Then she stormed off and went back into the dressing room.
Lin Xiaoqi sighed, put down his hand, and casually put it in his pocket.
The uncle was not a good person, so the girl just let him be bullied without saying anything...
She walked out of the backstage and returned the same way she came.
When Uncle Song saw Song Xiaoyun coming back, he immediately approached her and asked:
"How's it going, Xiaoyun, what did that little girl say?"
Song Xiaoyun looked at Uncle Song, who looked very fawning, and completely different from the fierce look he had shown when he beat her before. She couldn't help but sneer:
"No, just chatted with me for a while."
"Oh, so that's it..." Uncle Song was obviously very disappointed that Lin Xiaoqi did not continue to give money to Song Xiaoyun.
"Put aside your little calculations. If your ancestors were not the inheritors of Yue Opera, and your father and grandfather were not diligent, how long do you think your troupe could last with your idle attitude?"
Song Xiaoyun looked disgusted.
"You! You little bastard! I'm going to beat you to death!"
Uncle Song was angry.
"Go ahead and beat him." Song Xiaoyun simply rolled up her sleeves, leaving not a single piece of good skin on them.
"Although I am your adopted daughter, I am no better than a dog. You took advantage of the fact that you adopted me and wanted to use me as a tool to make money. You beat me when I didn't make money, and you smiled at me when I made money. Who do you think I am?"
Uncle Song gritted his teeth and looked around.
The people around them quickly lowered their heads and did their work.
Although Uncle Song is the heir of Yue Opera, his current miserable state is entirely due to his living off his parents and squandering his savings.
Thinking back to how good Uncle Song’s father and grandfather’s generation were, those of them who sang Yue Opera were all famous nouveau riche in the village.
But now...
Not only did he not work hard when he was young, he also did not learn the old ways of the Song family.
He also adopted a daughter he found and forced her to learn Yue Opera so that he could earn money for himself.
Moreover, Uncle Song started beating Song Xiaoyun when she was a child, and he beat her when he didn't make money.
The girl was originally gentle in nature, but over the years she has become more and more hot-tempered.
Fortunately, Song Xiaoyun is different from Uncle Song. Although Song Xiaoyun has a hot temper, she is still kind-hearted, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Sometimes, when she couldn't bear it any more, she would lend them the money she earned from picking up the bottles.
Although the amount is small, it is full of heart.
Completely different from Uncle Song, the miser.
Therefore, they also loved Song Xiaoyun very much and often gave her cookies.
Uncle Song looked at Song Xiaoyun's stubborn look and said angrily: "You are so good! You have become so powerful!"
Song Xiaoyun chuckled: "Come on, even though I call you dad, have you taught me anything? You only know how to plunder from me!"
"Shouldn't you give me the money that sister gave you today? That's the money that sister gave me."
Uncle Song got nervous when he heard the word "money" and immediately softened his voice:
"Xiao Yun, I adopted you and raised you with all my heart..."
"Come on, stop it. Don't play the emotional card. You can't play the emotional card well. Just look at your behavior..." Song Xiaoyun simply stopped talking and rolled her eyes at Uncle Song.
Uncle Song stopped scolding. As long as Song Xiaoyun gave him the money, he would rather be a punching bag.
Sure enough, when Song Xiaoyun saw him like this, the corners of her mouth twitched.
Forget it, it seems I can’t get the money back today. This man is really useless.
Song Xiaoyun simply sat on the chair and stopped talking.
Uncle Song saw Song Xiaoyun's expression and knew that she had agreed. He immediately said happily: "Xiaoyun is worthy of being my biological daughter!"
Song Xiaoyun rolled her eyes.
She said loudly: "That being said, I do have a condition."
"What conditions are you asking for? Xiaoyun, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
Uncle Song quickly patted his chest and made a promise.
"I will only perform one show every day from now on." Song Xiaoyun thought of the girl's strong but unquestionable voice just now, and couldn't help feeling happy, but she also felt like she was crazy.
How could I have thought of that little girl who was still wet behind the ears!
Uh... Actually, Song Xiaoyun herself is just a twelve-year-old girl, still wet behind the ears.
When Uncle Song heard Song Xiaoyun's request, he nodded repeatedly and said happily, "Of course! You can perform whenever you want in the future! Did you hear that, brothers?"
“I heard it!”
Everyone was happy to see that Song Xiaoyun could finally take control of her own rest time.
Song Xiaoyun is a talented person and learns Yue Opera very quickly.
Even adults like them who started learning Yue Opera at the age of three or four feel ashamed of themselves.
But as a growing child, her working hours were too long and her rest time was too short.
Her working hours were almost as long as those of the adults.
Song Xiaoyun has more than ten performances a day, and each performance lasts for an hour.
Busy from five in the morning to eleven at night.
Song Xiaoyun's sleep time is also pitifully short.
Everyone feels sorry for Song Xiaoyun.
But Song Xiaoyun just waved her hand, indicating that she was fine and continued acting.
Now, she could finally catch her breath.
Song Xiaoyun looked at Uncle Song and snorted coldly: "Okay, I have finished my part today, I am going back."
"Yeah, yes, yes." Uncle Song looked very fawning.
This Uncle Song beats Song Xiaoyun when she doesn't make any money, and acts like a servile person when she makes money.
Are you treating her like your daughter?
Is Uncle Song still a father?
Everyone looked at Song Xiaoyun's small, slender back and couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts.
(End of this chapter)
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