He Is Warmer Than Time

The stage was full of gongs and drums, and the atmosphere was tense. Fan Lihua led the army to rescue her husband. She would rather die than surrender. Song Ran's interpretation was very good.

The audience held their breath and waited. Then, the drums gradually became smaller. The first game ended when Fan Lihua successfully rescued her husband Xue Dingshan.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and finally was able to retreat in gold, winning the first battle.

Her eyes patted in the audience below. Of course, she didn't know Mrs. Fu, so she could only glance blindly.

Instead, it swept Xiao Jiu and the group of boys in his dormitory. The group of boys waved to her happily, and she waved.

Xiao Jiute was excited: "Sister Ran has seen us, she has seen us."

Old Wu Liangliang glanced at him: "What is so exciting?"

Song Xuan and Yang Haitao in the second row hurried to the backstage. Yang Haitao was holding a large bouquet of flowers, and they entered the backstage side by side.

In the background, many people surrounded Song Ran, Yang Haitao shouted, Song Ran raised his eyes and hurriedly walked towards them, then passed them and walked back.

Yang Haitao was surprised, and Song Xuan looked back and saw Song Ran standing in front of a middle-aged man, who also held a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Yang Haitao was puzzled, and whispered: "Who?"

Song Xuan shook her head: "I don't know him, this girl, who actually ignores us, is this amazing person?"

Song Ran's vision is still very precise. She can see that the middle-aged men are all rigorously dressed. They should be soldiers. Although they are not wearing military uniforms, the military boots on their feet look like important officers. They are probably the guards next to the high-ranking officials.

The middle-aged man presented the bouquet and said with a smile: "My wife asked me to present the flowers. You did a good job. I hope you can continue to say that Fan Lihua plays well. My wife likes this role very much."

Song Ran pretended to be ignorant of world affairs and asked, "Who is your wife?"

The middle-aged man coughed slightly: "My wife is unwell today. Next time you play, she should personally present you flowers, and then you will be able to see her."

Song Ran was suddenly very excited: "Thank your wife for me, I will work harder in every scene."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Okay, I wish you success."

Until the man's back disappeared, Song Ran was still waiting, Song Xuan walked over and held her shoulders: "Who? Let you just ignore us and talk to him?"

Song Ran lowered his head and sniffed the flower in his hand: "I won't tell you, I won't tell you."

Yang Haitao stared at her: "Xiao Ran, you can't do what I'm sorry for Gu Futuan, Gu Futuan is my good brother..."

Song Ran glared at him: "What do you want?"

The two of them were in the mist, not knowing what medicine she sold in the gourd.

Outside the art troupe, the guard opened the door, Mrs. Fu got into the car, and the guard took the co-pilot. Mrs. Fu whispered, "Did you give her the flowers?"

The guard quickly turned his head and said, "Yes, the little girl is very happy."

Mrs. Fu smiled softly: "The Municipal Art Troupe also finally figured out a little actor I like. This little girl did a good job, better than the one who played Liang Hongyu last time. When will the next show?"

The guard looked at the list in his hand: "Just next week, Saturday night at 6:30."

"Well, I got it. Position the child in advance and set the front row."

"Good lady."