After being hit by the awkward sound in the compartment, Wang Chuan lost the mood to observe the reactions of everyone in the venue. Anyway, the tone of the opening of the play has already hanged everyone, and I think there will be no surprises in the future. The whole opera story has twists and turns, and the rhythm is steady, and the support of lyrics and music above Lu Xuan's level is enough to attract attention. Wang Chuan doesn't need to worry too much.

So Wang Chuan tried to watch the show intently. Yesterday, he checked the rehearsal situation and just looked at it simply without appreciating it carefully. Now that he has such an opportunity, how can he enjoy it well?

Then Wang Chuan came to the seat and saw that the handsome man and woman in the beautiful dress were performing or singing, and then she was comfortably slapped down.

"My husband, drink tea."

Chen Lian handed over with a cup of steaming tea.

Wang Chuan took the tea and took a sip, and the warmth of the stomach flowed down his throat. Wang Chuan put the tea down. As the plot entered a turning point, the song became slightly excited. The handsome sister who pretended to be the poor protagonist sang the song so sharply that it attracted some people in the audience. But no matter what the singing sounded like, Wang Chuan was still quite elegant. Wang Chuan unknowingly, he had an old problem and fell asleep in the chair.

“Hu…hu…”

The low breathing made Chen Lian helpless.

"Sure enough, I am really my husband."

The little girl sighed and went to the back room to get a thin blanket and covered it on Wang Chuan. But the little girl complained about her husband, but she still felt a little happy. When her husband fell asleep after listening to the play, it means that her husband not only listened to the songs she played but only fell asleep.

It turns out that he listened to everyone playing music like this!

The opera on the stage continued, and the transitional lines did not sing as tuned as ordinary operas. Instead, they were like talking on weekdays. At most, they deliberately strengthened some emotional colors. This way, the audience felt more friendly and fresh, and a bit real and interesting.

The sisters who were traveling through the crowd had seen rehearsals and knew the most about the new dramas on the stage. They had some more professional explanations and explanations with the customers. The customers who were playing the drama were even more surprised when they listened to their sisters' speeches - when did the sisters in Liuxiang have so many more tricks?

"Huh... I'm so tired..."

Han Jie'er was almost done outside, and handed over everything to others and rested in the compartment where Wang Chuan and Chen Lian were. When Chen Lian heard Han Jie'er come in and talk, she quickly turned her head, put the green onion finger in front of her lips, and said "waving" with a "slight" sound. Han Jie'er looked at Wang Chuan who was sleeping on the chair, understood and hurriedly stopped.

"Sister Han sits."

Chen Lian put a chair in front of the table, facing the large stage below the stage, and said.

Han Jie'er sat down on the chair and said strangely: "Why is such a wonderful drama that Constable Wang can still fall asleep?" He was next to another compartment, and Wang Chuan was also asleep. Han Jie'er didn't dare to speak loudly, and only she and Chen Lian could hear it.

Chen Lian said with slightest thought: "My husband is always like this. He falls asleep as soon as he hears the song - no matter what the song."

Han Jie'er was stunned for a moment and laughed: "I also think that the king can play dramas. She is so handsome and a romantic scholar, but she didn't expect that she would have such a problem."

Chen Lian sighed helplessly, remembering the past when she played the piano, she suddenly felt lonely.

When the drama ended, Wang Chuan woke up beautifully and woke up leisurely.

"Constable Wang, the show has just finished. It's time for you to wake up. I didn't even like the ending."

Han Jie'er poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Wang Chuan, and said with a chuckle.

Wang Chuan took the blanket covered by his body, took a sip of tea and put down the cup, and said, "It's not that I haven't seen it, what's there to see. Which ending will I use today?"

"It was the ending that Fang Yun became successful and fame and redeemed for Yang Jie'er."

Chen Lian replied. The little girl was fascinated by what she saw just now, and now she still savored it with relish. She was a little bit unwilling to worry about Shu when she spoke.

"That's how it is."

Wang Chuan nodded. Fang Yun and Yang Jie'er are the names of the male and female protagonists of this drama. Wang Chuan called it casually, and it has no special meaning for people in this world. Wang Chuan didn't care which ending to choose today, and it was decided by Lu Xuan. It seems that although Lu Xuan is a literary youth, she still likes to be a good young man who strives for self-improvement and progress. She wants to be a slutty person who just wants to be a slutty person with a thigh and thigh that he doesn't care about anything.

"Next, let's arrange for the girl 'Fang Yun' to return. We will count her poetry well in the building, and we may not let her play 'Fang Yun'."

Wang Chuan and Han Jie'er said, "Didn't you rehearse yesterday? You go on stage to act as an introduction to bring out the identity of "Fang Yun". Then let the "Fang Yun" mobilize the atmosphere, use this drama, ask the people in the audience to write poems and play lyrics, and you can write down all the poems and look forward to the scene. I will write down all the poems and give them to Miss Lu Xuan to see if she can insert them into the drama, and use them directly when performing tomorrow."

This kind of thing is to put it in another world, which is pure plagiarism, but in this world, it is different. Poetry in Huajie has always been sung immediately, and the authors of poetry are willing to be happy, but they only feel that the singing is high and popular, which proves that the poetry is high and popular, which is one of the methods of becoming famous. Now the new play in Yicui Xinlou is quite good. With Lu Xuan's level, it should not be difficult to embed the work of Jijing into the play without being abrupt and inconsistent. At that time, if it is done properly, these people who like reputation will be willing to participate and pursue the new play.

"What a constable, you have so many ideas."

Han Jie'er smiled "hehe" and was about to go out.

Wang Chuan said again: "Also remember to let 'Miss Fang Yun' say at the end, another ending will start tomorrow, see if they come. And... that sister, call 'Miss Fang Yun' in the future, don't call me sister."

Han Jie'er suspected: "But our sister in Liuxiang and the prostitutes in Huajie have always been called sister. Isn't that good?"

"What's wrong with it? Do you understand role-playing? Write some new dramas in the future, and come up with some Taoist priests, monks, and female heroes in the martial arts world. They may not be more popular."

Wang Chuan decided to say, "It's just settled. Go and tell that 'Miss Fang Yun'. Whatever comes from now on depends on her luck."

Han Jie'er finally got a little relieved, and pushed Wang Chuan's chest with a smirk, chuckling, "Constable Wang is just a serious person on weekdays, but now he is showing his fox's tail? It's so interesting that ordinary people can't imagine. I know that the actors who are acting on stage have just matched the names in the play. What do you think?"

"That's it."

Wang Chuan admired Han Jie'er's ability to learn from others and apply it to others.
Chapter completed!