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He Bensheng asked Chen Xi: "Tomorrow, when I go on stage, will you give me a flower basket?"

Chenxi: "Of course, I will give away three more baskets."

He Bunsheng: "Those flowers and plants are the easiest to wither. I don't like them."

Chen Xi sat behind him: "Then what do you like?"

He Bensheng shook his head: "Young Master Chen, you don't have to worry about building momentum for me."

Chen Xi smiled, tapped his forehead with her finger, and said with a smile: "You are my friend. Tomorrow is your first time on stage, so naturally you have to show something."

He Bensheng smiled and said nothing.

The next day, He Bunsheng got up early to hang his throat.

Since it was my first time on stage, I still needed to rehearse.

After lunch and some rest, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

The current season is neither hot nor cold, and the climate is the most comfortable.

He Bensheng arrived early, and when he got into the backstage, there was no one there yet.

He Bensheng used the small room of the flower class leader.

After getting up after lunch break, he took a basin of cold well water and washed his face. At this time, his face was still a little cool and felt a little slippery.

The grass has a good skin and is as white as jade. He looked at himself in the mirror.

When he was young, he heard the old people in the village say that if a boy looks like a girl, the child will be lucky in the future.

However, the He family is the poorest family in the whole village.

Because his father smoked cigarettes, he depleted the family's wealth.

He Bensheng knew at a young age that he would only die if he stayed at home.

Father He called Renyaozi, and when Renyaozi looked at him like he was sizing up goods, he knew this was his chance.

He Bensheng didn't believe in fate, so he took the initiative and sold himself to Ren Yaozi.

He knows that if he is good-looking, if he is lucky, he will be bought and raised as a baby. If he is not lucky, he will be in a theater. If he is even worse, he will go to the mansion of some uncle with unique habits.

He Bensheng put powder on his face while thinking about his thoughts.

After a while, an old master came in.

Seeing He Bensheng sitting on a small chair and brushing his teeth, he smiled, showing his black teeth.

His co-star is his senior brother who often takes care of him. The two of them work together on weekdays, often rehearsing until night.

When He Bensheng was strangling his head, the senior brother opened the door curtain and came in.

Normally he puts on his own makeup, but this time he went on stage and the flower class leader asked an experienced master to do his makeup.

Lifting the eyebrows and eyes by tying the head to show the vitality is the most important step in the whole styling.

Before putting on make-up, He Bensheng was clear and handsome, with a somewhat feminine look. His eyebrows were as light as water. When he was rouged, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes looked longing and affectionate. If he stared for a long time, he would become more and more amazed.

The senior brother said with emotion: "Sister, you will definitely become a famous actor."

He Bensheng smiled and did not reply. The old master took out the tablets from the wooden box. The slime from the elm wood shavings scraped out small bends and large willows, and fixed them on the hair net.

The old master replied: "It's not that easy to become a famous actor. In addition to your own strength, you also have to be supported by others. Our flower class leader, whether he is good-looking or good at singing, was not unknown at the beginning. Later, the Chen family moved to Beijing. My master is an elegant master, so he praised our class leader..."

The old chef has been working in this theater for most of his life. He started working in this theater when the previous leader Chen was running it and continued until the leader Hua took over. He can be regarded as the person who knows the inside story best.

He seemed to be proud when he spoke: "Our Yayin Pavilion started from the hands of the flower troupe master, and has become the largest theater troupe in the entire capital."

The senior brother has been in the kindergarten for a longer time and knows some of the inside story. He just smiled and did not answer the master's words.

The old master moved quickly, and even though he was chatting about gossip, his hands never stopped moving. In the past, He Bensheng did it by himself. He was quite skilled and could not finish it in an hour.

Now in less than half an hour, the bubble strips on my head are all put on. The remaining hairpin flowers just need to be inserted in, it doesn't count as time.

After inserting the pearls and emeralds on his head, He Bensheng went into the inner room and changed into his costume.