HPDBC Page 261
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He is now Cheng Dieyi's childhood, that is... the little six son who was just sent to the theater troupe by his mother!
"Aiyo~~~Aiyo~~~"
Before Jiang Bei could react, Xiao Shitou's screams came from the hall.
(Little stone, also known as Duan Xiaolou.)
Followed by.
Jiang Bei saw that Xiaoshitou was lying on the stool, revealing a half-pull piggu, and Guan, the master of the Xifucheng troupe, was about to whip him with a whip knife in his hand!
"What are you shouting about?! I haven't greeted you yet!"
Snapped!
A loud and crisp voice, the heart of the listener tightened!
With a whip knife down, the skin is torn apart!
Little Shitou wailed: "Oh, it hurts...it hurts..."
In the theatrical troupe, everyone watched Xiaoshi being whipped, each thin figure, wearing a coat with putty on it, trembling.
This is a troupe, and it is also a prison!
And Squad Leader Guan is this cruel and cold warden!
He is obsessed with drama, his life is full of peaches and plums, and he also influences the lives of Xiao Shitou, Xiaodouzi and Xiao Manzi, using whip and violence to make them and destroy them!
Jiang Bei felt his teeth hurt just by hearing the sound, and he also understood why the little stone had to be beaten.
The theater troupe was made things difficult by hooligans, and Master Guan immediately admitted his cowardice. Fortunately, the little stone slapped him on the forehead and rescued the theater troupe.
But... Mr. Guan is not satisfied!
"You fucking brother! You can't even do a monkey show?!"
"Ouch~~Ouch~~~"
"How will you be in the future?! Ah!"
"Aiyo~~Aiyo~~~"
"263 Don't think that you played evil today and took a brick. You think I can get around you!"
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Soon, blood oozed from Xiaoshishi's buttocks, and the whipped redness hurt the children of the theater troupe.
"That's a dirty thing! No matter what dynasty or generation, our opera singers can't spoil the craftsmanship of our ancestors! Going to the back platform, are you worthy of your ability?! Give me a heads up!"
Xiao Shitou was snotted with pain, tears flowed sideways, wiped away tears, raised his head, his vision was blurred, and looked at the mural of "Tongguang Thirteen Wonders"!
"Facing my ancestors well, face the wall and think about my mistakes!"
There are thirteen unique things in the same light.
They are the thirteen founders of Peking Opera who evolved from singing Hui tunes and Kunqiang opera after the Hui troupe came to Beijing!Extraordinary performing artist!
The ancestor of Peking Opera!
At this moment, the theater troupe in this city, full of crying and shouting, suddenly fell silent, and all the children stared outside the door.
A woman holding Xiaodouzi appeared in the field of vision.
A newcomer enters the theater troupe, Master Guan... needs palm eyes!
...
In Yanjing in December, the north wind howled.
inside the hall.
Master Guan scraped off Jiangbei's scarf, revealing that immature, feminine, and extremely feminine face.
Born in Bada Hutong, his mother was a prostitute, and he was born with Yin Qi!
In addition, with the enchanting figure of the small skeleton, Xi Fucheng's class leader showed a burst of ecstasy!
Available in the next second.
When he saw the six fingers on Jiang Bei's hand, the ecstasy in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and turned into regret by the way. He sat on the chair, took a sip of tea, and sighed.
(cddi) "You child, you have no life, you should take it back."
"You think so."
"With his appearance, the people listening to the show under the stage scared away?"
"Let's go back."
As he spoke, he made a 'six' gesture.
The expression on the mother's face changed, thinking it was Banzhu Guan who felt that he couldn't support a half-grown baby?
"It's not that I can't afford it!"
"It's really... the boy is too old to keep! That's why I came to join you!"
"You always accept it anyway!"
The rules of the troupe are greater than the sky!
If the patriarch does not reward the meal, he is not a person in this profession. He is ignorant of the ancestor's craftsmanship. How can he face all the apprentices of Guan Banzhu, who has been full of peaches and plums all his life? !
No words are the biggest answer.
At this moment, mother suddenly knelt down to Leader Guan with a 'plop'. The expression on that face, Jiang Bei will never forget in his life!
"As long as you accept him...you can do whatever you want, don't dislike us..."
Feudal society.
Both prostitutes and opera singers belong to the low class, and they laugh at fifty steps.
"Hey, don't bother!"
"They're all low-level, who dislikes whom?"
"His patriarch refused to offer food, no one else, get up!"
Done.
Left without looking back.
Mother wiped the tears from her face, pulled Jiang Bei to go out.
Jiangbei's soul was put into a thin body, and he was not allowed to struggle at all, so he could only go out with him.
...
Outside.
His mother hugged him, and Dou Da's tears rolled down his face.
Grabbing Jiangbei Liuzhi's hand, his eyes... showed fierceness!
"Cold hands..."
Jiang Bei's hands were already frozen unconscious, and the child's immature eyes jumped from the bones on the roadside to his mother's face.
It seems to have made up his mind.
Mother dazzled Xiao Jiangbei's head with her clothes, and could not bear the sound of sobbing.
"Mother has no other way, but I know that in this troubled world, if you want to survive without a skill, you will have a hard time!"
"You must never go to a place like a brothel!"
After finishing speaking, he took out the freshly sharpened kitchen knife beside him, trembling his lips.
"Mother hopes that you can become a character in the future! Don't... don't step into these eight alleys!!!"
"remember!"
"Study hard, don't let mother down!"
"In the future, when you get ahead, you should always keep in mind where this ability comes from and where it is going!"
"I want to use the yang energy of this troupe to nourish your yin energy!"
"Close your eyes!"
Click!
Hand up, knife down.
The extra little finger was chopped off!
The mother gasped for breath, wrapped up the dropped little finger in a hurry, and looked at her son with distressed expression!
That's the meat that fell from her body!
Jiang Bei slowly raised his hand, and with the other hand, took off the clothes covering his head, lowered his head, and looked at the bloody little hand.
At this time, it has changed from six fingers to five fingers!
Because of freezing, he felt the pain later, when the excruciating pain hit, Jiang Bei only felt a shiver, from the soles of his feet straight to the top of the sky!
"what--!!!"
...
Mother hugged Xiao Jiangbei and rushed into the troupe.
Kneel down in front of Leader Guan again!
Leader Guan stood up abruptly, his eyes full of horror!
"You... you! What are you doing!"
The mother and son were kneeling in front of the hall covered in blood, and all the children screaming were watching outside the door!
"Master Guan!"
"I've already chopped off his little finger, you...you can't just ignore death!"
"Teacher for one day, father for life! Success or failure, life or death, please give me a happy sentence!"
Just being a mother.
Helpless, Leader Guan accepted this apprentice.
In front of the grandfather.
Jiang Bei kowtowed, with bloodstains on each head, his face... no tears, only blue lips, trembling.
"I knocked my head and pressed my fingerprints."
Snapped.
Jiang Bei was so stubborn that he used the cut of his severed finger to imprint his fingerprints on the document!
Leader Guan blew the dust on the paperwork.
"In the future, learning art and being a man will be done step by step!"
"Remember! When you step into the gate of Peking Opera, you are the disciple of the ancestors. When you go out, light a lamp with one breath!"
"Don't let people look down on you!"
"From now on... you will be called Cheng Dieyi!"
Suddenly, Jiang Bei's eyes went dark, and the sound of the system sounded in his ears.
[Ding... Congratulations to the host, you have completed the first stage of the actor trial task (1/3)! 】
...
Wait until Jiang Bei opens his eyes.
In the dressing room, the inner three floors and the outer three floors are all full of people!
Gong Huang, Qiu Changqing, the assistant director... and all the staff of the National Center for the Performing Arts looked at Jiang Bei in the mirror in horror!