Dashuai and cross talk

The general went in and out, and was extremely busy every day.

Shang Xiaolou and the higher-ups had a good time.

I thought that the handsome mansion that sent away all the family members would be full of ghosts, but unexpectedly, with this pair of treasures, the murderous ghost house suddenly seemed to have become a feasting and feasting place.

One of these two men recited poems and the other dangled their voices. Obviously they only lived in the backyard of these two men, and it seemed as if they had gathered together for a prosperous evening singing.

But it didn't last long.

The little devil heard that Shang Xiaolou was hiding in the commander-in-chief's mansion, and he clearly excused his poor health in front of the imperial army, but "appeared every night" in the inner courtyard of the deep house.

They believed that Shang Xiaolou was deliberately resisting, and because of the Marshal, they couldn't catch Shang Xiaolou, so they changed their ways to find trouble with his family.

Shang Xiaolou was unable to perform on stage, and his family savings were running low, so he had already been forced to borrow money to survive.

It is difficult to repay the debt, no matter how much money is filled in, it will be a drop in the bucket.

This unyielding arrogance is really admirable.

The high-level executives are bored and can't get in the eyes of the commander-in-chief. In such a huge mansion, he can only gossip about family affairs with Shang Xiaolou.

Talking about the current predicament, this half-faced comedian with a hippie smile was rarely silent, sighed three times, and looked up to the sky.

"In the vast history, how many actors have sacrificed their jobs for the sake of integrity? But Mr. Shang is alone!"

It was rare for him to speak a human word, but it happened to be overheard by the handsome man.

The Marshal turned around the corridor with a look of anger.

Just now he and the little devil made false claims—"Arigado" face to face, "fucking" behind the scenes; harmonious and friendly, shaking hands to make peace.

But when I suddenly heard the exclamation of the cross talk, my skin became inexplicably hot.

The handsome thought, what's wrong with me?

Back then he had the guts to take up a weapon and cut his belly to the devils, but now he is cautiously settling outside this pass as a local tyrant.

What is Lao Tzu afraid of little devils?

I'm not afraid of even a single opera singer. I have an army of [-] and thousands of miles behind me. What is I afraid of?

Fuck, him, ancestor, ancestor!Do, he, mother!

The belief of "Damn, he, mother" gave the commander endless courage - there is no way to verify how much this "endless" is, anyway, the female singer who sings in later generations will never give him so much.

The marshal stood in the porch and pondered, no one expected that he had decided in a moment what stormy waves he was going to set off.

The top management didn't expect it either.

He only saw the tall and burly Northeast man in military uniform standing on the porch.

Xiao Xiaofeng Ye Ming Gallery.

After a while, the commander-in-chief snorted solemnly: "Mr. Shang, I will send someone to escort you to Xiyang."

The author has something to say:

"In the vast history of history, how many actors are there who broke their jobs for patriotism?" ——Mr. Feng Zikai said that the person he praised was a generation of master Mei Lanfang.

Quoted here with minor changes in tribute to older artists.Hereby explain.