The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Boss Xu." Fu Chenliang recognized who it was.

Seeing that Fu Chenliang was not very friendly, the rich businessman said hello and left angrily.

Fu Chenliang is wearing a white shirt wrapped in a brown suit today, the cuff buttons are tied with brass buttons, and the other is tied with a silver inlaid purple opal button. As the singer on the stage hums a ditty, he holds a Camel smoked, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, watching the performance on the stage with lazy eyes.

The people sitting around him were devastated seeing the wealthy businessman just now, even though they wanted to get to know Fu Chenliang, they had to let it go for now.

It wasn't until a figure appeared on the stage that he closed his eyes, put away his laziness, and the smile on his face became joyful.

Wearing a green robe with many patches, he is full of bookish spirit, the corners of his eyes and brows are as clear as the spring breeze, even if he is poor, he does not lose his character. As soon as Shen Qingchuan appeared on the stage, he fascinated the female students who had never seen him perform. Exclaimed and cheered again and again, one after another, completely forgetting the rumors they spread at Cornell University before.

They all whispered in private that the handsome young man on the stage was Shui, and when they found out that he was the third son of the Shen family, they looked at him even more eagerly.

Shen Qingchuan took his seat and looked sideways for Miss Boya's figure. The rows below were full of people, but he still found Miss Boya's figure at a glance. She was wearing a long black gauze robe with a black dress on her right chest. Begonia flower brooch made of rubies.

The tone of the lines, sometimes tactful, sometimes sonorous, finally approached the station scene, Shen Qingchuan and Leng Qiudu left the stage from both sides of the stage to change costumes.

There are temporary dressing rooms on both sides of the stage, which is convenient for actors to change clothes in time.The backstage was very messy, and the president in charge of this stage play was very busy. He had clearly ordered the equipment to be checked before the performance. Unexpectedly, when the performance was in progress, various minor problems appeared. For example, there was a problem in the dressing room in the backstage A light bulb was broken, and I couldn't find a replacement for the time being, so I had to light a candle. I didn't dare to light too much, I only dared to light one, and I had to send someone to guard it. If there was a fire, it would be a big deal.

Several actresses who were about to go on stage, although they were dissatisfied, they could only complain a few words.

Another example is that the wooden pillars holding the ropes of the curtains on the stage were broken, so there were not enough manpower, so two male students were sent to act as trackers, and the ropes were pulled by human power to prevent the curtains from collapsing.The students who are in charge of makeup for the actors first put on makeup for the leading actors, and they will do the supporting roles themselves.

Leng Qiudu entered the dressing room, and there was no one around. He just pulled down the zipper, and suddenly the light bulb on the top went dark, and the door was opened with a creak, and then closed quickly.

"Who is outside?" Leng Qiudu said loudly coldly.

Unfortunately, the locker room was pitch black, and no one answered him at all.The black shadow standing outside the door let go of a drawstring and smiled.

The curtain was drawn again, and the scenery on the stage had been changed.

The background music sounded, the rocks splashed, the gunfire bombarded, and the footsteps of fleeing in disorder, the people at the train station screamed in horror, and the crowd rushed to the exit.

But there was a student in a gray robe running against the direction of the crowd. Shen Qingchuan shouted his lover's name in the crowd, but no one responded to him.

He was extremely sad, and the sadness of his clear and handsome face was enough to break the hearts of the female students in the audience. The crowd dispersed, and the lights gathered in the center of the stage. A long-haired woman in a white dress was lying on the ground. The skirt was heavily stained. Red dye, as bright as blood.

During the original rehearsal, Leng Qiudu was lying there, Shen Qingchuan was suspicious, and the president waved from the side of the stage to signal him not to be distracted.

He ran over to hug her, and picked the long hair that covered his face with his fingers. The face exposed underneath surprised him, and he whispered after finishing his lines, "How could it be you?"

Shang Xiaolou looked at Shen Qingchuan with scorching eyes, and his smile was reflected by the lights imitating artillery fire from the side, and said, "Of course I can't bear to part with you, do you miss me, brother."

The people in the audience were a little puzzled, why did the lines spoken by the person on the stage not match the plot, the president took a closer look and scolded, "Who is that person on the stage, where is Leng Qiudu?", and several people behind him Hemming and hawing, they were busy just now, and they didn't notice where Leng Qiudu went.

The president made a gesture to tell Shen Qingchuan to quickly skip the scene and end this scene.

Shen Qingchuan wanted to get up and hug Shang Xiaolou, pretending to be a man who had lost his lover, and covered Shang Xiaolou's mouth with one hand, lest he say more dramatic words.

The warm and wet feeling from the palm of his hand made Shen Qingchuan withdraw his hand abruptly.

Shen Qingchuan's face was a little stiff, and he planned to hug Shang Xiaolou and get off the stage quickly, but unexpectedly, Shang Xiaolou stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and pulled him off violently.

Grabbing his chin, it was just a kiss, not so much a kiss as a gnawing, Shen Qingchuan couldn't help crying out in pain, and slightly opened his lips and teeth, but the other party sucked the water of life like a small beast, viciously sucking it.

The audience in the audience couldn't help standing up and exclaiming, are stage plays so realistic now?

Boss Xu saw Fu Chenliang's face suddenly changed, with a cold face, as if he was looking for someone to seek revenge, with a hint of anger in his brows, he said, "Master Fu, where are you going?"

Fu Chenliang ignored it at all, took a deep breath, and at the same time, Guan Boya, who was three rows away from him, also stood up.

Seeing that something was wrong, the president in the audience hurriedly lowered the curtain and let the next protagonist come on stage ahead of time. Once the music changed, he played Tang Youqian's classmate with an impassioned tone.

Shen Qingchuan, who got off the stage, kept a cold face the whole time, as if a layer of frost had formed on his face, and dragged Shang Xiaolou's wrist to the backstage lounge.

The president came over and asked, "Qing Chuan, what's going on here, and Qiu Du, why didn't you see him, and who is this person?"

The president glanced suspiciously at the person standing next to Shen Qingchuan. This person was obviously not a student of their school, but Shen Qingchuan seemed to know him.

"President, I'm really sorry. I didn't perform the whole play, and I'm bothering to watch other people. After finishing this play, I will invite the whole club to have a meal in a few days." Shen Qingchuan knows the drama The president attached great importance to this play, and he also invited people from the film industry to the audience. If this play is successful, he might become a trainee director under Mr. Huang's school.

The president watched Mr. Huang from the audience, and saw that he was very satisfied with the subsequent performances. He estimated that his entry into the film industry would be sure, otherwise, when Shen Qingchuan and the others came off the stage, he would scold him immediately.

Shen Qingchuan sincerely apologized, and it was a banquet again. Seeing that he was optimized to talk to that person, the president waved his hand and left the lounge to the two of them.

"Who gave you the courage to do that on stage?" Shen Qingchuan's tone was cold.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a voice broke in, "Of course he has eaten the heart of a bear."

Shen Qingchuan shifted his gaze, looked towards the door, and said, "Master Fu, why are you here?"

It was Fu Chenliang who opened the door, wearing a brown suit, with a nearly burnt cigarette between his fingers, his hair combed back, a few strands of hair hanging down on his left forehead, a small scar was faintly hidden, his sword-shaped eyebrows were drawn into his temples, Handsome to the extreme, with a lazy and dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth, but no smile in his long and narrow black eyes, he walked to Shen Qingchuan's side, took an oath of sovereignty, hugged his shoulder affectionately, and said, "You are here on stage. I have been underestimated by others, how could I not come?"

Shen Qingchuan felt that this move was a little weird, and just as he was about to push Fu Chenliang away, a hand holding a hairpin swiped over directly.

Fu Chenliang slid his arm across the bar and dodged the thorn. Shang Xiaolou's thorn just pierced straight into his neck, and said, "Qingchuan, where did you meet such a vicious person, who directly hits people? lifeline."

Shang Xiaolou's eyes were gloomy, his face was gloomy, and he was wearing a blood-stained white veil dress, like a grieving ghost who had been betrayed by his sweetheart, and kicked the opponent's abdomen fiercely.

Fu Chenliang grabbed him and kicked his leg, pulled him back, and without mercy, he clenched his fist and swung it across his face.

Shang Xiaolou leaned back, dodged the punch, seized the opportunity, clenched the silver hairpin and slashed across, extremely fast, drawing an elegant arc in the air, like a silver snake.

Fu Chenliang had no choice but to let go of Shang Xiaolou's legs, took a step back, and looked down at his right arm. The thin suit jacket, together with the sleeves of the inner shirt inside, had been cut with a long and thin cut, and traces of blood stained the white shirt sleeves.

Fu Chenliang raised his arm, glanced at it, and said, "It's quite ruthless, then I won't be polite."

Seeing that he was bleeding, Shen Qingchuan hurriedly scolded, and said loudly, "Xiaolou, stop!"

The two of them didn't listen to Shen Qingchuan's dissuasion at all, and started to fight more fiercely. You punched each other. Shen Qingchuan was afraid that a girl in Shang Xiaolou would suffer, and her strength would not be comparable to that of an adult man, and he was also afraid that Fu Chenliang would not Be careful of being stabbed, because Shang Xiaolou is very ruthless, and of course Fu Chenliang is merciless.

A good lounge became dilapidated in less than 10 minutes. The tables and chairs were overturned on the ground, and the costumes scattered on the ground were trampled in disgrace.

Seeing that the situation was beyond his control, Shen Qingchuan just wanted to go out, so he asked some helpers to stop this farce.

Suddenly, I saw a figure standing at the door, wearing a long black gauze skirt, holding a long cigarette stick, standing in the shadows, the only thing that lit up was the cigarette butt, like fiery red stars, flickering on and off, and him A gemstone brooch worn on the chest emits a slight red light.

"Miss Boya, why are you here?" Shen Qingchuan said.

I don't know how long Guan Boya has been standing here, and how long he has been watching. The white shreds of smoke raised the corners of his sharp eyes, and the voice was loud enough for the two people fighting in the room to hear, and he said towards the inside, "Young master of Shangfu, you should call Are you a young master?"

作者有话要说：嘿嘿，尚小楼掉马感谢在2020-12-0220:59:07~2020-12-0323:58:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Boss Guan is the most fragrant! , 1 glutinous rice dumpling;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!