Liu Ligan saw Xu Jianmei standing aside with a disdainful face, and hurried over and folded her hands and bowed to her:

"Sister, help me, you go and sit in the cab."

"No." Xu Jianmei snorted, "Your own girlfriend can't scream, why should I help you?"

Liu Ligan glanced at the truck compartment, leaned close to Xu Jianmei and whispered in her ear:

"How can she compare with you with her coffin board? Who doesn't know that you are the most beautiful."

Xu Jianmei burst into laughter. When Liu Ligan saw it, he knew there was a chance and quickly increased his investment:

"Help help, or we won't be able to go back."

Someone next to him also cheered: "Yes, it's great to have a cab to sit in. The wind can't blow and the sun can't shine."

"The main reason is that the moon cannot be sunk, and under the moon, people are getting dark the fastest."

"Pole, either tell the driver, how about I'm sitting in the cab? I'm also tender and tender." Feng Laogui shouted.

"Get out, go out, go out, go out!" Liu Ligan cursed and glanced at Xu Jianmei.

Xu Jianmei hesitated. She pursed her lips, looked over her head, looked at the cab again, and finally asked:

"Where did he touch? If..."

"hand."

"Just touch it?"

"Just, just one, just wash your hands after that."

Xu Jianmei was moved and embarrassed to walk over. Liu Ligan pushed her and shouted as she pushed:

"For everyone, to go home, to help your brother, as long as you return to Yongcheng, you can eat delicious food and drink spicy food."

He opened the cab door and stuffed Xu Jianmei into the cab with coaxing and pushing.

The door here just closed, and the door there opened again. The driver jumped down. He waved at Liu Ligan, who ran over quickly.

"Didn't it be Bai Suzhen? Why is it Xiaoqing?" the driver said dissatisfied.

"Damn it, Bai Suzhen has already touched her. Isn't it worth it to give you Xiaoqing?" Liu Ligan cursed.

The driver was anxious: "As soon as I reached out, she knocked me off and couldn't touch it for half a moment."

"That's not, her hand touched yours?"

The driver was stunned and shouted, "No, this doesn't count."

"Come on." Liu Ligan hugged the driver's shoulder and walked away a little further. Liu Ligan said: "Bai Suzhen is not convenient today. You don't feel fucking unlucky when you sit in the cab? Also, do you think this Xiaoqing is beautiful?"

The driver stuttered: "Beautiful, but beautiful."

"Does your hands be white? Didn't you say you haven't touched such a thin and tender hand in your life, and you didn't say it was Bai Suzhen's hand."

"But we said yes..."

Liu Ligan lay down to the driver's ear and whispered: "This Xiaoqing is not only beautiful, but also younger than Bai Suzhen. You are making a lot of money today."

The driver was a little moved and hesitated.

Liu Ligan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, I'll call her down and add money to you. Just so happens that there is a tuberculosis who has had a severe cough these two days, so I asked him to sit in the cab."

When the driver heard this, he quickly ran back: "Forget it, Xiaoqing is Xiaoqing, let's just do it."

Liu Ligan quickly greeted everyone who was still standing under the car: "Get on the car and get in the car, drive soon. Don't leave if you don't want to leave."

Everyone clamored and quickly climbed into the truck compartment.

The two cars swayed and crawled into the dark night under the dim street lights at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

...

The Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe was built at the foot of Qingniu Mountain. From a semicircular steep slope, there were only three houses in the yard, two large and one small, all old buildings from the 1970s. One of them was a one-story house, similar to the popular city hall at that time. It had more than 300 square meters in a single floor, and the Datong room was the troupe's practice room, rehearsal room and warehouse.

The set and boxes of clothing props were stacked up, occupying one end of the house, and on the other end, the shape of a stage was drawn with red paint. Even if it was a rehearsal room, there was a large carpet of unknown years and years in the middle of the house, and even the color could not be distinguished. Even if it was a practice room.

During the rehearsal, there were martial artists and elementary students in the middle, banging somersaults on the practice blanket. The actors who were not on the stage practiced walking and memorizing lines here. There was noisy and lively, but everyone was used to it and could not be affected by each other.

The other building is a five-story building. The structure of the building is very simple. When the gate enters, the stairs are opposite to the stairs. On both sides of the stairs are corridors. On both sides of the corridor are rooms, each with the same size, twelve square meters, with more than twenty rooms on each floor. Except for three on the first floor, which are offices, the rest are dormitories, and the whole group lives in this building.

The primary school students in the class have bunk beds, one room with eight people, and the general crew also have bunk beds, one room with four people, or two, such as Zhang Chen, Liu Ligan, Tan Shuzhen and Xu Jianmei, one room with one room, two people, one room with two people, no matter how many children there are, they are two rooms.

There are no toilets or kitchens in the whole building. Every household sets tables at the door, puts a kerosene stove, and cooks in the corridor. The corridor is not wide, because these tables, coupled with the smoke and fire all year round, have become dark and narrow. When someone passes by, the people who are cooking should stop their hands, stand with their hands, and let others walk over first.

The remaining small house is located between the dormitory and the practice room, seventy or eighty square meters, half of which is a public toilet, divided into men's and women's toilets, and the other half is the canteen. Those primary school students who do not deserve to have a kerosene stove, or single dogs who are too lazy to cook, eat here.

Liu Ligan has a famous saying, saying that the smell on both sides of this house is the same, and sometimes the right side smells a little better than the left side.

On the right is the public toilet.

Next to this house, there is a terrazzo pool with seven or eight faucets. All the cast and family members of the group, washing vegetables, dishes, laundry, washing faces, brushing teeth, washing toilets, and spittoons are all here.

In front of the building is a yard of about 100 square meters. There is a camphor tree and a sap tree in the yard. The sap tree is charming in spring and summer, and is sad in autumn and winter.

Because the troupe is on Gao Hom at the foot of the mountain, half of the people in Yongcheng County can look up and see the Wu Opera Troupe. Every morning, these half of the people can also see Tan Shuzhen and others standing far away under the camphor trees and trunk trees, babbling and shouting.

When the days when the sounds of babbling were not heard, the residents of Yongcheng County knew that the theater troupe was going out to tour again.

This time, the residents nearby felt a little strange. Yesterday evening, they clearly saw two trucks swaying onto Gao Hon of the Wu Opera Troupe. After strengthening the car, the two cars swayed down from the semicircular ramp, so everyone knew that the troupe was back.

But the next morning, the early morning people sat on the coal cake stove and squeezed toothpaste, and were about to brush their teeth with Tan Shuzhen and the others' babbling sounds.

They waited for a long time but didn't hear the sound, so some people couldn't help but walk to the window towards the Wu Opera Troupe. Some people walked to the corridor and at the entrance of the stairs. Not only did they not hear the sound, but they didn't even see the figures under the camphor tree and the steak tree.

Not only did they see no figure, they saw that the prop boxes piled up in the yard like a hill were still piled up there.

What's wrong with this?

So soon, the whole Yongcheng knew that something happened to the Wu Opera Troupe and their leader ran away.

Some people say they were picked up by Wenzhou bosses in five cars, while others say they were elopement with an actress in the troupe...

No, no, someone said authoritatively that I counted the actors of the troupe and were all back.

Where did the group leader go? The person next to him asked curiously.

He, hehe, was kept by a widow from Wenzhou!
Chapter completed!