The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

Sure enough, money can make ghosts grind. The Dongli Tea Garden nowadays no longer has the cold feeling of a haunted house six months ago. Outside the gate is a poster hand-painted by a painter, and a calm and relaxed image of Zhuge Liang suddenly appears in it. .

　　 Below the figure painting, there is a long list of excerpts from the old students that Gu Zheng reported to Guo Yan that he can sing, and the names of familiar songs are listed in rows by beautiful calligraphy.

　　 In the blank space of the pictorial, it says the star: Gu Zheng.

　　 indicates the minimum consumption standard for entering the yard to listen to the opera: one yuan for a casual seat.

　　 Such a price is still very close to the people in this area.

　　 In addition to the word-of-mouth effect of yesterday’s Gu Zheng’s first audition of the play, there was still a quarter of an hour to leave the play, and the infield of the tea garden was full.

　　Many people were stopped outside the tea garden by the shop's second child due to the limitation of the venue. They scratched their heads and itchy, they jumped high and started thinking about things.

　　 Every tree with branches on the edge of the garden is now full of people, and the roots of the walls closest to the stage are crowded and squatted very tightly.

　　 Three new tables have already been added to the courtyard, but they still can’t meet the needs of people who have some spare money in their pockets.

Seeing this situation, Guo Yan, who was watching a play in a separate two-story small building using power for personal gain, was a little excited, and bragged to his little sister, "I will ask the person next to me. Those shops cannot be sold. In this case, this business must expand!"

　　 Well, I really know how to do business. I spent two hours in a day, and the other vacant tea gardens were trying to expand. Guo Qian felt that her second brother's words could not be followed by herself.

　　 Before she could persuade the second brother not to be impulsive, there was a deafening applause from downstairs. The Gu Zheng, who had come out after all the calls, finally started playing the gongs and drums.

　　 Now Guo Qian, even if her second brother loses all the belongings, she can't care about it. Jin Lian moved lightly and drifted towards the window like a breeze.

　　 Oh, why is this window so like the one she used for peeping? I'm so embarrassed.

　　 said embarrassed Guo Qian in his heart, her eyes were not idle, she stared at the person who had just appeared on the stage without moving for a moment.

　　 At this time on stage, Gu Zheng, in order to earn a little more money and to train his basic skills, he chose a very lovable song, a lively selection.

　　 Huang Zhong from "Dingjun Mountain".

　　 This is the role that tests personal skills the most among old students.

　　If you play beautifully, it's no worse than those wrestling warriors.

　　 After all, it was Gu Zheng. Before the fight started, the narration of this opening first won a full house.

　　 After he slowly sang his voice away, and his movements began to stretch with the beat, the stage was plunged into a sea of ​​enthusiasm.

　　 After so many years, the original master’s basic skills training, no matter how painful and tired, has not stopped, finally it’s time to check and accept the results.

　　 As the fierce lyrics began, no one upstairs or down the stage would gossip. Everyone's heart followed Gu Zheng's footsteps, Gu Zheng's beat, and waves were mobilized.

Guo Qian upstairs, watching Gu Zheng's long legs that were about to kick to the top of the head as he performed the action, and seeing the dragon and fierce steps he took, her overly excited little heart was about to lift from her chest. Popped out.

　　 "Hey, girl, you pinch me, it's my arm, not the frame on the windowsill!"

　　Because Guo Qian looked too devoted, holding on to Bian'er's hand, subconsciously grabbing the wrong place.

　　 But Guo Yan, who didn't care at all, waited for his sister to let go of her claws, and leaned over with a grin: "How is it? You can sing well, look at his work, it's so solid."

　　 "This is definitely kung fu I have practiced since I was a child, and I don't know how I got it in my hands."

　　 "Your second brother, am I a blessed person, hahaha..."

　　 "Oh? Where is the blessing? You tell me something!?"

　　 The atmosphere between the brothers and sisters was just right. The moonlight had just risen on the branches, and the lingering sound from the stage was around the beams. It was a good night, but it was broken by the majestic sound that rang from behind.

　　 Hearing the most familiar sound, the brothers and sisters reacted completely differently. Guo Qian turned her head happily, and ran to the person in two or three steps, and became a little birdy.

　　 And Guo Yan turned his head reluctantly, grinning roughly, and said, "Father, what's the matter with you?"

　　 "Why can't I come! Isn't it possible that you have posted a gold on this broken garden? You have all abducted my baby girl here, so I can't come over and take a look!"

　　 "You rebel! Prodigal stuff!"

　　‘Boom! ’

　　 The crutches of a rather rich, fat old man knocked in Guo Yan's forehead, come! Uncle Guo's father came back early.

　　 "It hurts, Dad, if you hit someone without slapping your face, even if you hit your face, why do you always like to hit the axis of my face!!"

　　 Guo Yan, who became angry and humiliated, pressed a long red seal from his forehead to his chin, and he planned to resist. The old man who came to think of it then gave him another one.

　　‘Boom! ’

　　 OK, are you satisfied now? Became a crusader.

　　 "I said, what are you doing, dare you to bring your sister to a place like this? What a fool!"

　　 The nonsense of the old man Guo just came down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gu Zheng on the stage downstairs was just a small Teng Nuo, turned over so that it was beautiful.

　　 "Cai!"

　　 "Reward!"

　　 The high-decibel applause directly overwhelmed his anger, penetrated through the cloud, and reached Old Man Guo's ears.

　　 "Huh? Let me see what you did? It's pretty big, right?"

　　 The old man Guo, who was immediately distracted, went straight to the window where his girl was waiting to watch the play.

　　 A tall and straight figure, like a pine, was clearly displayed in front of his eyes, and a few times the singing of the three soldiers in the town went straight into his ears.

　　 No need to listen any more, Old Man Guo knew that his stupid son had picked up a golden egg and returned.

　　 "Hey? I said my son, this man is good, where did you get it?"

　　 "Hey hey." Guo Yan, who is rarely praised by his father, explained the relationship between himself and Gu Zheng in detail.

　　 "It seems that this kid should be short of money."

　　 "Yeah, I lack money, but I have to earn it by my own ability. Sometimes I think about it and I admire him."

　　 "It's easy to do if you lack money. Today's drama is over. Ask him if you want to come to the Dongsheng Building under our house to sing?"

　　 "Go to Dongshenglou to sing the old students?"

　　‘Boom! ’

　　 is another stick that hates iron but not steel.

　　 "You didn't see that, his skills are all cultivated according to the niche, singing the old student? Sing the old student? I use him?"

Seeing that his father was so knowledgeable, Guo Yan was shocked in his heart. Old man Guo looked at his demented son, and his nose rose involuntarily: "Huh! When your father and I were listening to dramas, You still don’t know where to breastfeed?"

　　 Feelings, his father was also an old stubborn master.