The audience under the stage made me laugh

Not long after returning to the place of residence, there was the sound of Shi Zier knocking on the door again.

Ransi couldn't remember how many times he sighed today, he opened the door, and sure enough, it was the timid little furry boy.

"Why do you knock on the door every time you come here? Broken your hand?" Ransi waited for him to enter the room before closing the door.

"Steal you?" The silly boy showed his true nature as soon as he entered the room, and ran to his table. Seeing that the red apples and golden oranges were not there like last time, he looked up at Ranunculus. Surprisingly, he didn't ask for it.

"Can you steal it, little thief?"

"I heard from the person who went with you that you will stop singing in the future?" Silly Boy still had a foolish look, but his eyes were black and white, as if he could see Ransi's heart, he seemed anxious.

Where did you hear that bastard talk?Ransi lowered his head and shook his head helplessly: "Where is your brain, and you still hear them talking nonsense?" His smile was very weak, and he exhaled soon, as if he had made some kind of decision, he said, " Ranunculus Tsing Yi can decline for a while, but Mr. Ranunculus will always be Mr. Ranunculus. No one can stop me from climbing up."

The silly boy smiled at him suddenly: "Scheming."

"Can you climb to this position without a plan? Can you eat apples and oranges with me without a plan?" Ransi thought it was funny. You, even if you are rejected, remember to bring you delicacies from mountains and seas, and you treat good people like this? White-eyed wolf." Ransi pointed to a wooden box on the cabinet, "It is probably still hot, stuffy bag Er: The food is half-warm, and there is only a little left before it is completely cold.] If it is night, wait for a while, and you will go to the kitchen to heat up after nightfall when others are asleep."

The silly boy looked at him dubiously, not thinking that a person who is about to lose his future still has the leisure to remember to bring food for the ugly monster.But when I opened the box, it was exactly as Ransi said, and the warm and humid aroma of vegetables came blowing to my face.

The silly boy looked up, saw that Ransi was about to squint, and looked at him with a smile.He said nothing.It took him a long time before he opened his mouth to speak, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton wool, vague and hoarse: "You are raising me like a son. Let me tell you that I don't have a father like you who crawls all over the place. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, you will not want to take advantage of me."

"Silly Belle Belle," Ranunculus paused, his eyes were strange, "Do you think we look alike?" When this little 'crooked melon split date' said that you are my son, people would think that your mother I'm green, where do I put my face?

Silly Belle Belle heard what he said, gave a 'pooh' to Ranunculus, and stopped talking.

The child didn't stay for long, chatted with Ransi and left with the lunch box.Ransi couldn't help sighing in his heart when he saw the other party's joyous and joyful appearance the same as last time.

No conscience, it is simply inhuman!

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Since Mr. Ranunculus returned to the troupe, he didn't expect the brothers and sisters in the troupe to give him good looks.Young Master Qu's disturbance cut off [-]% of his contacts in the folk art circle, and when the fire broke out, the theater troupe followed Zhanguang and was busy with spinning tops every day.Now that he is not popular, it is purely hindering other theater troupes from begging for food.However, this broom star surnamed Ranunculus still dominates the best house, which quickly arouses public outrage. Seeing that the 'honest and honest' boss is about to be forced out of his original form by his arrogance of 'occupying the latrine without pulling shit' After revealing his body, Ranunci finally patted the hem of his clothes, and with a breeze in his sleeves, he consciously rolled to the side courtyard.He clearly remembered the appearance of the old class leader squeezing his fat face and crying with joy------

Tsk tsk tsk, it's so pitiful, worse than him, gone away.

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The [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month is the [-]th day of the last month of this year.Young Master Ranunculus put on his padded jacket a hundred days ago, and he doesn't look so thin anymore from a distance.What Miss Shang said did not come true, after all, one and a half months had passed since the week she said.Young Master Ranunculus lived like a transparent person, he was not on the dinner table and he was not in the courtyard. Only those who got up early or slept late could see his back covered in cold tide turning into the cold side courtyard.

Even hard-hearted people can't hold back their curiosity.As a result, it became known that Ransi, this guy, had been doing stand-up comedy for two months at the end of the street three streets away.The news spread all over the world, and for a while the brothers and sisters who used to have strong feelings were also speechless and looked at each other in blank dismay.No one would have imagined that Ranunculus Tsing Yi, who was famous for a lot of money not long ago, would now be reduced to the point where she had to stand on a street corner and blow the cold wind to beg for a living.

The trailing brother in the team didn't have any scruples when they came back, and howled the news loudly. After howling, they found that the leader's "favorite" was also present, and the situation was extremely awkward. He curled up in a corner in a dingy manner.

The class master's "favorite" is now Zhou Changqing, the eldest son of Zhou.After Ransi moved out of the yard, he proposed to the class master to move in.What is this called?How did you say that? ------Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone!

But Zhou Xiaosheng, who can't stand it, is now the only way to beg for food and survive. The boss is so thick-skinned that he agrees without even thinking about it.Then he lived in the well-lit courtyard with convenience and became the second master.Ransi knew at the time but didn't say anything, as usual, he ignored who abducted into his new house.People who look at it alone are bitter.

They are well-informed and accurate. Ransi stayed at the street corner and talked about cross talk for almost two months, and sometimes even went into battle lightly and self-deprecated to make passers-by laugh. Even if the wind almost blows his head into a fool, he He can't make a few bucks a day. Compared with the time when he was popular, the copper coins in his pocket now are less than one percent of the original.Except for one day, Liang Panzi was really poor and couldn't get rid of the pot --- who made him usually proud, he didn't even look down on him, and didn't even have a way out.It's true that "when the money is used, you will hate less, and it will be difficult to know right and wrong."

Xiangcheng in late autumn is similar to late winter in the south, and now it’s winter, and it’s so cold that it’s about to drop ice scum.Nearly five o'clock, it was still dark, but the poor Butcher Buttercup opened his eyes on the bed without warning like a ghost, it was really weird and wrong.Others huddled under the quilt and walked around the alley, Mr. Cunculus rubbed his hands and breathed out trying to get some warmth, but the white mist came out and dissipated before it was far away from him, which was of no avail at all.He has to change the place to say today --- Liang Zajiekou has been singing too much, and people don't have spare money to give him every day, and it's not fun to listen to someone singing for a long time .

But if you want to change places, you can only run a few miles away.Mr. Ranunculus sighed in his heart and said that the capitalists of the Republic of China were extremely sinister, and now he can only fool some ill-informed ordinary people in order to make a living, and what he eats is money from liars.But think about it: not right.He didn't ask anyone to give him money, it was all the hard-earned money he earned from suffering from having his cheeks blush and his face cracked, how could it be called "liar's money"!

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As the saying goes, "the happy building in the sky on earth, the yin and yang and the lame street".This "Happy Building" refers to a wonderful place that looks like a fairyland --- after all, people have to have a daydream of becoming a fairy after death. If they can live, they will live a fairy life earlier, so Then there is the man-made fairyland of "Heaven on Earth".But what we want to talk about today is not the 'Happy Building', but 'Cripple Street'.

The sky is opposite to the earth, where there are gods, there are ghosts.This "Cripple Street" is specialized in selling items related to the underworld. The common gadgets are paper figurines, yellow and white ingots, gold and silver foil paper, incense towers, etc.; when it gets bigger, it is nothing more than custom-made coffins and urns. ; a small number of people are engaged in the business of living people, such as the yin mother-in-law who is psychic, the white actor who sings funeral operas, and keeps the ghost salary of the first seven.All kinds of things are dead people's business, and the money they earn is the wealth of the underworld.This sounds quite unlucky, but people actually use it.Therefore, even though this business has become popular, there are still many people who are willing to do it. 'Cripple Street', as its name suggests, is a genuine shady street, a narrow alley several hundred meters in length, packed with dusty incense and candle shops.This big, unremarkable bedbug is tightly covered by a high wall facing southeast, and it is hidden in the darkness all year round, so the ground is wet and covered with moss.

Around seven or eight days before and after the first year of the lunar new year, Lame Street had the most visitors.Ransi stared at the calendar for two months and waited for this day.Thinking of him singing Yangqu, today he has to be a white actor again. The world is unpredictable, everything is unpredictable.