After rebirth, I was glued to my original partner

Chapter 56 Song Xiaoyun

Lin Xiaoqi looked at Song Xiaoyun, and Song Xiaoyun also looked at Lin Xiaoqi.

Song Xiaoyun's complexion was pale, probably because of powder.

"Little sister, what's the matter? I still have a performance..." Song Xiaoyun's tone was very cold.

Lin Xiaoqi smiled kindly: "Miss, are you alright?"

A strange emotion flashed in Song Xiaoyun's eyes: "I'm fine. I'm fine."

Lin Xiaoqi raised her eyebrows, lifted her fingers slightly, and opened her sleeves.

It said countless bruises and scars.

Song Xiaoyun hurriedly broke free: "What are you doing!"

Lin Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Miss, are you okay?"

Song Xiaoyun was still stubborn: "I'm fine... I fell from the stage to the ground!"

Lin Xiaoqi said: "It won't fall like this, young lady... I can see that you are deliberately hiding something..."

Lin Xiaoqi made a gesture to grab her sleeve again, but was thrown away by Song Xiaoyun.

Song Xiaoyun had a vicious look on her face: "Midget your own business! This is my family business!"

Then stormed off and went back to the dressing room inside.

Lin Xiaoqi sighed, put down her hands, and casually stuffed them into her pockets.

That uncle is not a kind person, and that girl just let herself be bullied and didn't speak out...

She walked out of the backstage and returned the same way.

When Uncle Song saw Song Xiaoyun coming back, he quickly posted it with a doggy face and asked:
"How about it, Xiaoyun, did that little girl say anything?"

Song Xiaoyun looked at Uncle Song's dog-legged face, which was completely different from the fierce look when he hit her before, and couldn't help but sneer:
"No, just chatted with me a few gossips."

"That's it..." Uncle Song was obviously very disappointed that Lin Xiaoqi didn't continue to give Song Xiaoyun money.

"Putting away your little calculations, if it weren't for your ancestors being the heirs of Yue opera, your father and grandfather worked hard, how long do you think your opera troupe can last with your appearance?"

Song Xiaoyun looked disgusted.

"You! Little bastard! See if I don't beat you to death!"

Uncle Song was angry.

"Let's fight." Song Xiaoyun simply raised her sleeves, but there was no good flesh on them.

"Although I am your adopted daughter, I am no better than a dog. You just want to use me as a tool to make money because you adopted me. If you don't make money, you beat me, and if you make money, you laugh at me. You treat me as a dog." who!"

Uncle Song gritted his teeth and looked around.

The people around quickly bowed their heads and went about their work.

Although Uncle Song is said to be the heir to Yue opera, he is in such a state of desperation now because he is gnawing on his old age and sitting on nothing.

Thinking back to Uncle Song's father and grandfather's generation, those Yue opera singers were all well-known nouveau riche in the village.

But now...

Not only did he not do his job properly when he was a child, he also did not learn the old basics of the Song family.

He also adopted a picked-up daughter and forced her to learn Yue opera so that she could make money for herself.

Moreover, Uncle Song has been beating Song Xiaoyun since she was a child, and he beat Song Xiaoyun when he didn't make any money.

That girl was originally soft-tempered, but after these years, she became more and more hot-tempered.

Fortunately, Song Xiaoyun is not the same as Uncle Song. Although Song Xiaoyun has a lot of hot temper, she is still kind-hearted, she just has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

Sometimes I really can't see it anymore, and I will lend them the money she used to pick up the bottle.

Although the number is small, it is full of heart.

It's completely different from Uncle Song's iron cock.

Therefore, they also love Song Xiaoyun very much and often give her small biscuits.

Uncle Song looked at Song Xiaoyun's stubborn look, and was extremely angry: "You are doing well! Your wings are stiff!"

Song Xiaoyun chuckled softly: "Please, although I call you Dad, have you taught me anything? You only know how to search for me!"

"Should I give the money that sister gave you today? That's the money my sister gave me."

As soon as Uncle Song heard "money", he became nervous, and he immediately softened his voice:
"Xiaoyun, when I adopted you back then, I pulled you up with shit and pee..."

"Come on, stop, don't play the emotional card, you can't play the emotional card well either, just look at your virtue..." Song Xiaoyun simply stopped talking and just rolled her eyes at Uncle Song.

Uncle Song stopped scolding, as long as Song Xiaoyun gave him the money, he would rather be a doormat.

Sure enough, Song Xiaoyun twitched her mouth when she saw him like this.

Forget it, it seems that I can't get the money back today, this man is really useless.

Song Xiaoyun simply sat on the chair and stopped talking.

Seeing Song Xiaoyun's appearance, Uncle Song knew that she had agreed, so he immediately looked happy: "Xiaoyun is indeed my own daughter!"

Song Xiaoyun rolled her eyes.

She said loudly: "That being said, but... I have a condition."

"What conditions! Xiaoyun just said, as long as I can do it, I will go up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​fire!"

Uncle Song quickly patted his chest to reassure.

"From now on, I will only perform one performance every day." Song Xiaoyun thought of the girl's strong but indisputable voice just now, and couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart, but felt that she was crazy.

How could I think of that bratty brat!
Uh... In fact, Song Xiaoyun herself is just a 12-year-old stinky girl, and she is also a baby.

When Uncle Song heard Song Xiaoyun's request, he couldn't help nodding his head repeatedly, and said happily, "Of course! You can perform whenever you want in the future! Brothers, did you hear that?"

"heard it!"

Seeing that Song Xiaoyun could finally control her rest time, everyone was happy.

Song Xiaoyun is considered a talented person, and she learned Yue opera very quickly.

Even adults like them, who started learning to sing Yue opera at the age of three or four, feel ashamed of themselves.

But as a child who is growing up, her working hours are too long, and her rest time is also very short.

Her working hours were as long as those of their grown-ups.

Song Xiaoyun has more than ten performances a day, and each performance lasts for an hour.

From five in the morning to eleven in the evening.

Song Xiaoyun's sleep time is also pitifully short.

Everyone feels sorry for Song Xiaoyun.

But Song Xiaoyun just waved her hand, indicating that she was fine and continued to act.

Now, she can finally catch her breath.

Song Xiaoyun looked at Uncle Song and snorted coldly: "Okay, my role for today is over, I'm going back."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Uncle Song had a doggy face.

This Uncle Song beat Song Xiaoyun when she didn't make any money, but when she made money, she acted like a dog.

Has this family been raised as a daughter?

Is Uncle Song still a father?
Everyone looked at Song Xiaoyun's small and slender back, and couldn't help but feel their hearts twitch.

(End of this chapter)