Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

The actor was only happy for a short while, and when it was over, he began to feel homesick.

He was wearing a newly made robe, even the buttons were exquisite, and his hair was combed neatly. He didn't look like an actor, but rather like a young master from a wealthy family.

"Marshal." He looked at the only person he could rely on now, curled his fingers, "Is this okay?"

Feng Yanzhang nodded, "Let's go."

He was not wearing a military uniform today, but a dark grey long windbreaker. However, the murderous aura on his body could not be concealed, and he always had a blank expression on his face. One could tell at a glance that he was a man who had fought on the battlefield.

The car drove all the way and finally stopped in front of a small house. Fan Jie got out of the car and opened both doors. After the two people came out, he closed them again and said, "The people are inside."

The actor's body was shaking a little. He didn't know what the old owner was like now, or what the troupe was like now.

Hearing footsteps, a man came out quickly to greet them. He was stunned for a moment when he saw so many people, and then greeted Fan Jie, the only person he knew, "My benefactor."

Xu Bai looked at him carefully, a little hesitant, "... Senior Brother?"

The man obviously didn't expect that someone dressed so well would recognize him, "You are--"

"Big Brother." Xu Bai recognized him completely this time. Tears immediately rolled down his cheeks and he choked up, "I am Yun Sheng."

The man raised his eyes when the name was suddenly mentioned. "Hey! Yun Sheng! I didn't recognize you. The class owner has been talking about you. I hope you are doing well. We are all happy."

"Master...how is the master?"

The eldest brother avoided my gaze and smiled with red eyes, "Well, it's normal to have some problems as you get older. You're in there, and you'll definitely be happy to see me."

Xu Bai didn't even recognize that the person on the bed was the boss. In his memory, the boss was also thin, but thin in an energetic way. He could follow them to the fields every day and spoke with confidence.

But now the man lying on the bed is so thin that he is unrecognizable, with protruding cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, looking a bit scary.

It looks like it's about to run out of energy.

The eldest senior brother leaned forward and whispered in the old class master's ear, "Class master, it's Yun Sheng! Yun Sheng is here!"

His cloudy eyes rolled around and his voice was hoarse, "Yun Sheng? Where is he?"

Xu Bai stepped forward and grasped the class owner's skinny hand, "Class owner, it's me, I - I'm here to see you."

The old boss looked at him with great effort, and then he laughed, "Okay, okay, our Yun Sheng has a bright future, a bright future! I told you that you have to go out and explore, you can't be trapped in a small place..."

Seeing him, the old boss was indeed much more energetic, and he kept talking to him, "Yun Sheng, things are chaotic now, you need someone to rely on, you can't just drift away... I don't have the ability, you have to rely on yourself..."

"I know, I know..." Xu Bai nodded, turned around and looked at Feng Yanzhang pleadingly.

This time, General Feng understood for some reason, and he immediately put his arm around the actor's shoulders. The two stood side by side, looking very well matched. Xu Bai leaned against him obediently, "Boss, look, I already have someone I like, and I'm living a good life. You should also take good care of yourself."

The old boss was even happier. His eyes were blurry and he couldn't see Feng Yanzhang clearly, so he waved his hand and said, "Child, come here. I want to talk to you."

The eldest senior brother guessed at first glance that this was not an ordinary person. Xu Bai also wanted to stop him, but Feng Yanzhang spoke up and said yes. Once he spoke, no one dared to say anything.

"Big Brother." Feng Yanzhang and the old troupe owner were inside, so Xu Bai came out with the big brother. "What on earth is going on? The troupe owner... and our troupe..."

The middle-aged man lowered his body and said, "Not long after you left, the Hong Family Opera Troupe, which was competing with us, became very popular because they had that kind of play, the kind that involves taking off clothes." He was still indignant as he spoke, "You also know the temper of our troupe owner. He can't stand the mess that damages the reputation of the opera world. He went to argue with them that day... He was beaten by the hired thugs, and his health has been poor ever since."

"Some of the junior brothers and sisters are getting married, and some are looking for other ways out." The eldest brother rubbed the corner of his clothes. There was no anger on his tanned face, only relief. "Your second brother also came here. The class owner had no money to treat his illness, so he went to do odd jobs. I am here to take care of him."

Xu Bai felt sad and turned his head away.

"That person." The eldest senior brother kindly reminded, "Yun Sheng, I always feel that there is a bloody smell on him. Does he treat you well?"

[Feng Yanzhang’s Favorability: 92]

Xu Bai knew that the old boss had touched Marshal Feng's heart, otherwise his favorability would not have increased so much.

"...very good." The actor answered in a low voice.

Feng Yanzhang came out, and the eldest brother said goodbye to him, saying, "Our troupe has no one left. Yunsheng, you have to continue singing. The troupe owner has always regarded you as his successor."

These words were like a stab in the chest, and Xu Bai's face turned pale in an instant.

He couldn't answer, nor did he dare to mention the matter that was weighing heavily on his heart. His chest was filled with depression and he could barely breathe.

Marshal Feng was pulled aside by the skinny old man and talked about his troubles for a long time. The old boss was indeed not in a clear state of mind, otherwise, with his experience in the underworld over the years, he would definitely advise Xu Bai to run as far away as possible.

"Yun Sheng is in poor health. People said he couldn't be saved and told me to throw him away... Look now, he's the most promising one."

"He is good-looking, and our business is always looked down upon. There are always hooligans causing trouble when we set up stalls..." The boss kept talking about the past, his cloudy eyes covered with tears, "Once they kidnapped Yun Sheng and said they were going to sell him. I kowtowed to them, kowtowed, and kowtowed until my head was broken, and then I got him back."

The class owner's logic was confusing and his voice was low, as if he was just talking to himself. "He was so pitiful - he was locked in a room when I went there. He was only a dozen years old, locked in a dark room by himself, and beaten all over his body... Later I asked him, 'Did you ask anyone to touch you?'"

Feng Yanzhang suddenly became nervous, his face tense, and he pricked up his ears to listen to what was said behind him.

"I remember it very clearly. He said, 'The troupe leader said that those who perform opera must be clean.' So even if I was beaten with a stick or died, I would not agree to it."

Marshal Feng's mind buzzed, and many overlooked details suddenly became clear.

The old troupe owner smiled vaguely, his teeth were sparse in his grin, "Yun Sheng is a good kid, he suffered a lot, but he just loves to sing opera. You-you two live well, I will be relieved when I die."

Feng Yanzhang's heart began to sink, falling all the way into the abyss.

He had always looked down on actors and Xu Bai, but he never expected that the young man had become the cleanest person he had met over the years.

But he regarded that purity as debauchery.

Treat resistance as a tactic often used in brothels, playing the game of playing hard to get.

When Feng Yanzhang walked out of the house, his hands and feet were not under his control. He went to Xu Bai and held his hand tightly, as if he could keep him there.

Xu Bai: [Huh, I finally got it.]

He was very satisfied, so he let Feng Yanzhang lead him back to the car.

"I will find someone to treat the troupe owner." Feng Yanzhang knew that he was in the wrong, so he comforted him softly, "The rest of the troupe will also be settled."

"...Thank you, Marshal." Xu Bai looked unhappy and listless.

"Yun Sheng." Feng Yanzhang still held his hand tightly, his eyes fixed on Xu Bai's face, and his voice was cautious, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

The hand held by Feng Yanzhang shook violently!

The breathing of the person next to me suddenly became heavier, and the thin layer of blood on his lips faded.

Feng Yanzhang realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly leaned over to hug Xu Bai in a naughty posture, trying to give him some warmth.

His vision went from clear to blurred, the boy's lips and teeth slightly opened, and he was overwhelmed by the unspeakable feeling of suffocation, so he suddenly bent his head and slammed it heavily on Feng Yanzhang's shoulder.

"Go to the hospital!"