Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

Fang Wuqiu's face turned red visible to the naked eye. After the boy next to him explained, he returned the powder box to him, stepped back a few steps, touched his chin and stared at him meaningfully. His heart is still so pure now. Boys, it's unbelievable.

I don't know if it's fake or not.

Fang Wuqiu saw the boy's weird eyes, and now he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

No wonder the girl was ashamed before, and her boyfriend wanted to beat her up... Fang Wuqiu covered his face with his hands, thinking of the scene just now, he felt ashamed.

Now he only felt that the thing in his hand was extremely hot, and his cheeks were even hotter.

Such a thin-skinned person is quite rare now, and the boys are hilarious, and the busy affairs at work and the cloud that has accumulated in the bottom of my heart for two days quickly dissipate.

When Fang Wuqiu heard the man's teasing wanton laughter, he couldn't help himself in embarrassment. After thanking him in embarrassment, he pushed the shopping cart and ran to the cashier in a panic.

Looking at his slender and straight back, the boy raised his eyebrows.

The phone was vibrating wildly in his trouser pocket. The boy took it out, and when he saw the name on it, he curled his lips annoyedly: "Luo Fei, I've already talked about it in the meeting. I will leave everything about the live broadcast platform to you. I just need to know the result." He was upset Confused, he lifted off the mask, revealing a handsome and uninhibited face. His thin lips were pulled down slightly, and the perfect lip line outlined the three-dimensional lip peaks. At first glance, he felt domineering and fierce.

"Boss Chu, I know what you said, but Hairong has just started, and I want to win over some experienced old anchors, so I'm here to ask your opinion?"

The Hairong live broadcast platform is the latest project developed by WARM Entertainment. As the project director in charge of Hairong TV, Luo Fei consulted the company's president for every detail and necessary.

"You can figure it out." Chu Qian had no objection, and after a few hasty sentences, he wanted to hang up the phone, but before he moved his hand, he saw someone pointing at him not far from the shelf and muttering, he was worried about attracting fans, Then put on the mask again.

On the phone, Luo Fei heard him irritably cursed twice, and smiled helplessly.With a young president and a young team, Luo Fei has long been accustomed to the company's casual way of getting along, and he doesn't hesitate to play tricks with the boss.

"Boss, where are you now?" He asked suddenly.

After choosing the items she needed, Chu Qian hurriedly left the supermarket: "The supermarket opposite the Beijing Drama Academy."

On the phone, Luo Fei was still rambling: "What are you doing at the Drama Academy?...By the way, Boss, Sister Siwen came to the company to look for it today. She said she got a good script and urged you to come back and read it."

Chu Qian was walking on the small road near the college with a shopping bag in his hand. He didn't hear Luo Fei's words in a hurry, but he saw the tall and gentle figure across the road, which was very familiar.

"It's him?" The innocent boy I just met in the supermarket.

The corner of Chu Qian's mouth raised slightly, and he walked quickly to the sidewalk, but a bus drove past his eyes quickly in the last few seconds, and when his vision was clear, the beautiful figure on the opposite side had disappeared into the bustling streets and alleys.

"Luo Fei, what did you just say?" Chu Qian glared at the phone, his tone brewing with an attitude of impending rain.

Luo Fei covered his neckline and shivered suddenly.

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After Fang Wuqiu went home and cleaned up the house, he continued to practice.

The physical toughness of his body is really poor, and he is out of breath after going out to the supermarket for half an hour, not to mention his opera figure and performance skills.I still remember that when I was in the troupe in my previous life, I was forced by my father to do various physical exercises when I was less than three years old. When I grew up, I started to do basic skills such as foot posture, arms, shoulders and back.

If you can't do these things well, the singing and reciting later on will not even matter.

He has sung since he was a child, and he is familiar with the importance of these things, so he dare not deal with them at all.

In the evening, Sister Luoluo urged him to send the general content of the live broadcast, saying that he wanted to avoid subjects that violated the core values ​​of socialism when selecting topics for the live broadcast.Fang Wuqiu wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, only to find that the sweat had already flowed all over his back, and his thin T-shirt was soaked.

He was in a hurry to take a shower, so he quickly replied a message.

Fang Wuqiu: Singing.

Zhou Luo: What?

It is really convenient to take a bath in this era. You don’t need to carry water and burn firewood all the way, just fiddle with the Yuba lightly.Fang Wuqiu habitually thinks wildly in the shower, thinking of Xiong Miaomiao TV from the distant Yu Dynasty.

The opera troupes in the Jiangnan water town disappeared, and there were no spectators who traveled thousands of miles from the villages and towns. Now it is a live broadcast platform that allows everyone to listen to the opera even if they are connected to the Internet.

It's a very strange time, Fang Wuqiu has been here for a week, but still can't get used to it.

He has not been a gloomy and introverted character since he was a child. On a colorful stage, he smears rouge, dances and swings his sleeves lightly, behaves like a cloud, and has a lingering and melodious song.

But now there are none.

Fang Wuqiu misses the days on the stage, the Tsing Yi he loves to sing, the pipa in the wooden house, and the plain blue pleats.

After taking a bath, the landlord's aunt came to collect the rent. Fang Wuqiu handed over the remaining money to the aunt and renewed the rent for one month.

He rested his chin, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at the one and five yuan change between his legs, frowned, and meditated.

After this live broadcast is over, it is better to terminate the contract directly.

I heard that there are many grass-stage troupes outside. Although the salary is low, they have no worries about food and clothing, and they can also sing operas. It must be much better than the current situation.The original body worked as an anchor for Xiong Miaomiao for two years. He didn't save much money, but he was infamous.

In this so-called live broadcast, you can't let yourself sing without worry, and you can't take care of food and clothing, it's really boring.

The next day, dawn.

Fang Wuqiu got up at six o'clock according to the time. After washing and breakfast, he went downstairs to practice kung fu by hanging his throat.

Most of the people living in the community near the university are school teachers or store owners. Fang Wuqiu was very persistent about hanging his voice. On the day he traveled through time, he hadn’t figured out the surrounding environment, so he ran downstairs to find a secluded place. Sing.Over the past week, he has gotten to know some grandpas in the neighborhood who play Tai Chi sword.

"Xiaoqiu, it's time to practice your voice again." The red-faced old man narrowed his eyes with a smile, very enthusiastic.

It was foggy in the morning, and the elderly who were exercising were already posing in the small yard. Fang Wuqiu greeted him politely: "Good morning, Grandpa Chu."

"Okay!" The old man was wearing a coat, he was in good spirits, and he was majestic when he was wielding a sword.

Fang Wuqiu and him were nodding acquaintances, and after being polite, they found a secluded place and began to sing.

He spoke clearly, his voice was clear and lively, and it rang out all around, attracting the attention of many people in the courtyard.After the agreed live broadcast time came, Fang Wuqiu bid farewell to Grandpa Chu and headed home.

As soon as he left, the rest of the Tai Chi masters came over and asked curiously, "Old Chu, do you know him?"

"Not long after we met, he lived upstairs."

"The young man is really good. He is handsome, has a good figure, and is willing to work hard. There are not many young people who love to sing nowadays. Hey, how does it compare with your students?" The old partner shrugged, with a look of excitement.

Holding the sword in his left hand, Mr. Chu sighed: "My students are all proud and arrogant, they can't be compared."

My old friend thinks about it, who can study in the Beijing Drama Academy is not the best of heaven, more talented than hardworking... But, "Yang Jue is good." The old friend smiled: "This year's college student drama festival, he is the top of the list, right? ?”

"Yes." Old Master Chu proudly raised his chest, feeling a sense of pride.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun slowly emerged from the clouds.

Fang Wuqiu cleaned up the house and prepared to broadcast live.The computer used in the live broadcast was a second-hand computer issued by the company, and it started up very slowly. Fang Wuqiu sat in front of the computer and waited.For this live broadcast, he didn't plan to wear costumes or make-up. One reason is that he doesn't have enough money on hand, and the other reason is that he plans to terminate the contract after the live broadcast is over.

As a pioneer in the domestic live broadcasting industry, Xiong Miao Miao TV has a long history, but its development has declined in recent years as the veterans of the founding company switched jobs one after another.Fang Wuqiu didn't know much about the open and secret struggles of various companies, but he thought that during the Yu Dynasty, he had seen many theater troupes start construction with a high profile and disappear silently.It is nothing more than more competition among peers, and it is not surprising to be eliminated.

Probably Xiong Miaomiao is here to take the lead.

The platform system is not smooth. From logging in to the account to entering the live broadcast page, it has been stuck more than once.Even though Fang Wuqiu was very patient, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

As soon as he landed on the live broadcast page, he saw that Sister Luoluo had marked the live broadcast content in the preview on the platform homepage.

The words "Fang Wuqiu fwq349622-Singing Opera" fluttered in the bottom corner of the page.

This is the preview area on the homepage of the Xiong Miao Miao platform, which will be updated three times a day, which is considered a natural recommendation area.If there is a hard-working anchor who broadcasts live in the morning, noon and evening, he will appear here all day long.But it is obvious that the original body is not hardworking and not popular, even if Xiong Miaomiao has not developed well recently, his name is still clearly posted in the corner.

Compared with the huge bold and red lettering name in the center, it is too small.

Seeing that the time had not yet come, Fang Wuqiu casually clicked on the most central "Wu Xiaoyun wxy874371-Singing". Although the content of the previous live broadcasts was still playing back, the number of simultaneous viewers was actually thousands, and the fans who were watching were more familiar with the live broadcast Intermittent barrage chatter.

[Xiao Yunjun]: Today's live broadcast didn't start until noon, so boring, I want to hear the voice of the goddess~ I secretly tell you a gossip, I heard that Hairong TV is contacting the goddess, and it seems to be signing a contract! ! !Excited!Hairong's resources are definitely better than Xiong Miaomiao's.

[Voice Angel]: Hairong?What, a new live broadcast platform?That should not be as good as Xiong Miaomiao, although Stupid Miaomiao is about to go bankrupt [laughing and crying]

[Xiao Yunjun]: Didn’t you guys not know that Hairong is owned by WARM Entertainment? ! !

[Goddess Wu]: Fuck!Really fake, awesome.

Fang Wuqiu couldn't understand it, but felt that his eyes were about to be dazzled by bullet screens and gifts of various colors.He moved the mouse, exited the live broadcast, placed the earphones, microphones, cameras and other equipment on the table, and when he was ready, he opened the live broadcast room.

The barrage area was quiet. Although there were no audience, Fang Wuqiu didn't care. After rubbing his face, he began to follow the process.

"Good morning, I'm the anchor Fang Wuqiu. Welcome to my live broadcast room." The background of the live broadcast will be recorded automatically, so Fang Wuqiu didn't wait for the audience, and said to himself directly: "Today is singing "The Story of Camphor", Hope you like it."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, took a step back with his right foot, slowly stretched out his white hand, flipped it lightly in the air, and finally landed on the chest.

His thumb is very round, and when he retracts it, the slender middle finger and index finger are raised backwards, and the neatly manicured pink nails are small and cute.

The story of Fangzhang is about a young woman who recalls her boudoir years after she gets married. She thinks that no one knew her beauty at the time. Very happy afterwards.Later, I recalled that when I was in my boudoir, I met my husband by chance.At that time, spring willows were blooming, and she looked back in the flowers, and made a marriage.

This play is a story that has been passed down from word to mouth in the streets and alleys of Tanyang Town. He has sung it on stage many times and is familiar with it.

Soon some viewers entered the live broadcast room by mistake.

[Love Luluo]: Wow, I just discovered some kind of treasured anchor. The figure is so upright, like the romantic figure of ancient times.Roses represent my heart, a flower for you is great~

There was a ding in the live broadcast room, Fang Wuqiu didn't pay attention, cleared his throat, and his red lips moved.

"White walls and green bricks are stacked with tiles, and my daughter is buried under the camphor tree. After three years and three years, no one will know that the jade in front of the pavilion is full of spring flowers."

The clear and soft singing came out slowly, and the only viewer in the live broadcast room opened his eyes wide, full of surprise, and was even more immersed in his euphemistic and delicate tune.

[Love Luluo]: Although I can't understand, the voice and tune are very nice!The anchor is great!

[Lemon]: What does it sound like? ? ?Upstairs are the relatives and friends of the anchor, you can tell.

[Lemon]: Did I go wrong?Isn't this Xiong Miaomiao's famous sex and indifference anchor? [dog head]

The audience who came in suddenly came a little later, did not hear the first line sung by Fang Wuqiu, and unceremoniously satirized on the barrage.Ai Luluo curled her lips, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to refute, but saw Fang Wuqiu's hands turned, his head lowered slightly, his singing speed slowed down, and he uttered words clearly.

The pink lips curled up, opened and closed, and every word seemed to write a paragraph of love, biting on the lips and teeth and flowing away gently.

"On one side is the mottled wall next door, and on the other side is the accumulation of weeds in front of the court. Whoever sees my face will listen to my words. The spring rain falls three-pointed, and the poor shade house has all kinds of spring."

Helplessness and unwillingness were written in Qingjun's voice, and the pretty girl covered her face and stood under the tree inside the wall, her head raised and tears in her eyes.

The rhythm was deliberately slowed down, the tone was elongated, and the articulation was soft and lingering, shuttled away between the teeth.The audience in the live broadcast room trembled unconsciously, staring at Fang Wuqiu in a daze, watching his palm upward movement, their hearts also raised.

The audience who had ridiculed before were already stunned, and they waited for a few seconds before typing on the keyboard excitedly.

[Lemon]: Damn it?This is cold sex... Fang Wuqiu, why does it sound good?The fairy sings!It's too bad! ! !

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2721:25:38~2020-03-2919:28:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2982750753 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!