I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 393 The talent is too good to be true
It can be seen on the bullet screen that "Xu Xian" on the stage is a girl in disguise, and it is even easier for the audience in the audience to see it.

Just listening to the voice, Xu Minqing instantly recognized that "Xu Xian" was played by the little girl in Chengjiayuan that day.

The sound is really clean and pure, very recognizable.

"Grab her!" Xu Minqing stood up and gave orders to the musicians on the stage with a cold face.

Whether it's singing in Qiao Yuan, or the old lady's [-]th birthday, if something goes wrong, he will be the first to do it.

The Qiao family's literary and artistic status in Lingcheng is like a mountain peak. If any theater troupe has no food, it is estimated that they will disband the next day.

Even though Cheng Jiayuan and Qiao Yuan were neighbors, they couldn't let their apprentices act recklessly on stage.If something serious happened, Qiao Yuan and Cheng Jiayuan had a "neighbor" relationship, and it would be resolved in a few words, unlike here, they were purely hired.

He, Xu Minqing, didn't want the Qiao family to withhold any more money from him because of this incident.

When the musicians heard the class master's order, they rushed forward and rushed towards the green robed Xu Xian.

Su Shao shook off her water sleeves, her figure was light and light, she turned around a few times and then avoided the movement of the musician, "My lady, my Suzhen?"

She walked towards Yu Sili who was at the side.

Although Yu Sili usually talks less and is clumsy, he is still very adaptable on stage. Seeing that chasing around on the stage is not a problem, he simply made mistakes and tampered with the libretto to comply with Su Shao's words.

"Master, did you admit the wrong person? My name is Cheng and my name is Xue'e, little lady."

The two characters on the stage were chatting one after another. That Xu Xian was not as weak and incompetent as described in the usual drama, on the contrary, he was a very funny and humorous young man.

A sentence or two uttered from time to time can make the audience sitting under the stage laugh out loud.

Qiao Finn's eyes are not as dim as they were when he watched "Magu Offers Her Birthday" just now.At this moment, a light seemed to light up in the dim eyes. Looking at the lively and charming version of Xu Xian on the stage, her shriveled and wrinkled face was full of smiles.

It's the kind of smug smile, lest people can't see that she is extremely satisfied with this scene.

Xu Minqing racked his brains to think of a way to get that "bad" girl off the stage. He was about to make gestures to the musicians, but he didn't expect the musicians to start playing again in a different tune after hearing what Xu Xian whispered. ?

The rhythm is slow and lively, without procrastination at all.

This... what is this?
Xu Xian with Cheng Xue'e?It's like drinking coffee and porridge with preserved egg and lean meat!
At first glance, it was strange, but after a couple of sips, I still felt that the taste was mellow and quite good.

"Then little Xu Xian is Cheng Lao's apprentice?" A troupe master next to Cheng Ruhai asked curiously.

Cheng Ruhai stroked his beard and smiled broadly, "That's right! She's my youngest female apprentice, old man."

"Learning to sing?" Someone asked again.

"I have studied Qingyi for seven or eight years, but I have never studied Xiaosheng." Cheng Ruhai said truthfully.

As soon as the voice fell, the table was extremely quiet.

That singing is proficient and neat, with ups and downs and emotions, and even the skills are used to perfection.

Tell them that you have only studied for seven or eight years?

The point is, I haven't learned to sing Xiaosheng yet, and I have been singing Tsing Yi all the time!
This talent is a bit too much, isn't it?

"Which apprentice of yours? Why haven't I heard of it before? The little girl is very talented, and Mr. Cheng's good eyesight makes people jealous."

Cheng Ruhai squinted and smiled, "After a few years of learning, she gave up. After seven or eight years, she also appeared on stage again with her voice."

Having said that, a table of seniors in the folk art circle was even more envious. Looking at the thin figure on the stage, they explored and appreciated a little more.

(End of this chapter)