C4 Fu Sheng Opera Club

"Are you sure this guy is the successor Master Han has been waiting for?" The bald young man who spoke just now looked at Han Ruoling wandering around in the courtyard. He walked to Mai Rui's side and asked in a soft voice.

Mai Rui shook her head.

Before she formally became Han Ruoling's wife, she still remembered the expression and tone of his every time he mentioned his son. Even now, she was able to find the indescribable and full of anticipation that Han Ruoling had when he had mentioned giving Han Ruoling the drama social media in front of her.

But now, she, who had briefly interacted with Han Ruling, became confused.

Before Mai Rui could recover from her thoughts, the sound of several things falling came from the dressing room on the other side.

Just now, everyone's eyes were focused on Han Ruoling. The sound of the falling items had attracted everyone's attention.

"Not good, those two little fellows must have gone in to cause trouble!" A slightly plump young man with a fan in his hand and sweat still flowing down his back said as he walked towards the theater.

Seeing that the person beside him had put away the fan and was anxiously preparing to stop the two children, the musician Master Zhuang shouted: "Ah Wu, wait a moment!"

The young man had already walked out of the hall for a few steps. Hearing Master Zhuang's shout, he had no choice but to stop and turn to Master Zhuang. "Master Zhuang, don't worry. I'll take care of these two little fellows and teach them a lesson. "

"Who told you this?" Master Zhuang frowned slightly. "You already have a 'fierce-looking face' to begin with. You scared the child without even opening your mouth. Do you still need to be taught a lesson?"

The surrounding people looked at Ah Wu and followed Master Zhuang's instructions. "Fierce face!" They could not help but burst out laughing when they saw his chubby face.

Ah Wu had an embarrassed look on his face, and he said with a coy smile, "Master Zhuang, I'm teaching them a lesson for you. You're making fun of the flesh on my body again. "

"You even know how much meat you have on your body! I've been in this line of work for more than thirty years, but I've never seen such a fat ugly horn. If you don't slow down, go and sing Chai Fang Group. Mo Erniang even thinks that you're fat and refuses to come out. "

The crowd burst into laughter again. Ah Wu knew that the next thing to do was to lose weight. Otherwise, this joke would continue.

Seeing Ah Wu's flushed face, Master Zhuang didn't continue. He smiled and said, "McRui, you should go and take a look. The children will probably like you a little more. "

"Okay, okay!" McRui smiled and agreed. She walked towards the costume room.

She leaned in and saw the two little fellows holding oil paint on each other's faces and laughing.

Mai Rui walked closer and asked with a sweet smile: "What are you two doing?"

"Sister, this colored brush is really fun!" The little sister said.

McRui smiled and said, "This isn't a colored brush, it's the makeup used by the older siblings to sing. "

"Sister, do you usually paint these rainbows on your face?" The little boy asked.

"Yeah, that's right! This is my sister's job! Part of it. "

"Then elder sister, if the painting is so beautiful, can you not wash it off and keep it?" The little girl looked at McRui with envy.

McRui looked at her and pointed at her own face. "I'm afraid not! Look, my sister's face doesn't agree. If I take too long, I'll get pimples and come out to protest. "

"Why? "The little boy interrupted in confusion.

"Well, how should I say it? "McRui thought for a moment and continued," My brothers and sisters often perform outdoor performances outside all year round. They're afraid that if they sweat too much and put on makeup, they'll often draw very thick. This way, they'll cover the small holes on their faces to let out air, so they'll come out to trade small things. "

The two little fellows looked at each other as if they understood each other, but before they could react, Mai Rui pulled their hands up.

" Let's go. Sister will take you guys to remove your makeup! Otherwise, you'll feel uncomfortable if your faces turn red as well!" The two little fellows held McRui's hand and walked out, following her to remove her makeup.

Han Ruoling didn't feel like she was involved in the jokes of the people outside at all. This was their circle. As someone who had just met them for the first time, there was always an indescribable estrangement between them.

There was nothing else in Han Chu Ming's office. There were only things related to tidal dramas.

On the wall hung two framed works of exemplary books. They were written in a square shape, "Mo Kua rode a crane down Yangzhou and yearned for Chao Shan for dozens of autumn. You have to be proud of your children and listen to the music of the spring festival at Shan Tou. "

These two sentences were: Mo Kua rode a crane down Yangzhou and yearned for Chao Shan for dozens of years. Han Yuling had heard from Han Chu Ming that Old She and Mr. Cao Yu had heard the draft of the Chao TV series in the past. They also said that this type of play was very rich and that they had to protect and pass it on.

Since young, Han Chu Ming often told this story, and every time he did, he would not forget to repeat these two sentences.

Han Ru Ling lightly smiled. "So the things that this old man keeps repeating are all by his side. . . "

The drama club that Han Chu Ming founded was named "Fu Sheng Play," and its meaning was to use this play to act out the soreness, sweetness, bitterness, and spiciness of all lives in the world. He had even specially made it into a plaque that hung on the door. Now, it was covered in dust and dust.

Han Ruoling recalled the dusty plaque that she had seen at the door earlier and smiled helplessly. It was a pity that his father had exhausted his entire life's effort and had ultimately failed to make this drama club famous because of Fu Sheng's Hundred Forms.

Han Chu Ming's office was very simple and crude. Apart from a slightly withered orchids, a set of martial arts teapots with tea stains, and the books and research papers that were worn out on the bookshelves, there was nothing else to read.

If one had to say that there was something to read in the office, On the other hand, there were some articles in those somewhat loose account books.

Han Ruoling had dealt with accounts every day in the Accountant's office. She had seen all kinds of accounts and data, but she had never seen an account book like his father's.

This account book also had records of income and outcomes, but there were many places that had been deleted and edited.

Han Ruoling looked carefully. Many of the inputs had been deducted in the end. Han Ruoling did not understand. It was clearly a performance, so why couldn't he collect the money in the end? Since that was the case, why did they have to do it tirelessly?

Also, there were still several songs that were about to be performed that did not have specific performance expenses. However, the monthly expenses of the Fu Sheng Opera Club were steady and steady, and coupled with the replacement of the clothing and Daoist dramas, The Fu Sheng Opera was in a state of loss every month.

Han Ruoling kept shaking her head when she saw these accounts. Other things aside, this was the standard of doing accounts. His father desperately needed someone to help him. Otherwise, if he continued to lose money like this, when would he start?

After flipping through the things in the office, Han Ruoling stood up and walked out.

Just now, the two little fellows were playing with the people in the drama club. Han Ruoling stood at the door and looked at the group of people one by one. Only then did she realize that there were pitifully few people in the drama club.

According to the division of labor in the theater that he had just seen in the office, the drama club should have seven departments, the script group, the actors group, the makeup group, the clothing group, the music group, the lighting group, and the logistics group.

However, there were only seven or eight people in the drama club. Besides the chef, only these few people in the drama club were contracted to all departments and professions.

"Come here for a while. " Han Ruoling stood at the door and shouted at everyone. Everyone was having fun. They looked at each other, and the joy on their faces gradually faded.

In everyone's hearts, Han Chu Ming had passed away in the hospital that day, and Han Yuling had been unable to find him time and time again. This made them unable to accept Han Yuling's decision to take over the Fu Sheng Play, whether emotionally or consciously.

Besides, they knew about the dispute between the father and son over the years. They knew how important this drama club was to Han Chu Ming, and how Han Ru Ling had hurt Han Chu Ming's heart time and time again.

Han Ru Ling did not have any professional knowledge of modern dramas first and did not respect the heritage of the art of modern dramas later. It was the biggest joke in the world to talk about taking over such a person.

Fortunately, Han Chu Ming's gratitude to everyone was as heavy as a mountain. The few people left behind by the drama club were still enthusiastic about the current dramas. That was why the drama club did not disperse after Han Chu Ming's death.

However, everyone was still unwilling to pay attention to Han Ru Ling's orders.

"Didn't you hear it? Come and tell me something. " Han Ruoling's face darkened, and her tone became heavier.

Mai Rui looked up at the person standing at the door who was about to get angry. She saw that his handsome and fair face was filled with unconcealable anger.

Although it was her first time seeing him today, this was the second time she had experienced the kind of oppression and dissatisfaction he felt as if a storm was coming.

Mai Rui looked at him and muttered in her heart, He's quite a good-looking person, why does he like to lose his temper so much? Why did Master Han insist on letting him take over the theater? Was it because he was his own son? Or did this Han Yuling really have the ability to have three heads and six arms? . . .