The days when I was forced to be a magic stick

The train station in midsummer is not only crowded, but also very hot. The smell of sweat and food in the air is mixed together, making people frown and hold their breath, and the speed under their feet has increased a lot.

At this time, there was a young man standing in the crowd calmly.

He is taller than most of the others, wearing a Confucian white gown, Ruyu's face is clean and fresh, and his whole body is calm. People who see him subconsciously feel that the air seems to be cooler.

Lan Ting stood at the exit of the train station, holding a box made of bamboo strips in his hand, which contained the underwear he often wore.

"Master!" A half-grown and handsome boy outside the crowd shouted at the top of his voice. The veins on his forehead were raised, which shows how much effort he used.

While shouting, he jumped and looked around, trying his best to push through the crowd and squeeze in.

Lan Ting's lingering eyes fell on the young man, and when he stopped, a smile slowly appeared on his face, "Xiao Ai."

Carrying the suitcase, he walked to the boy with the flow of people, "Waiting for a long time?"

The young man who was called Xiao Ai smiled, and took the box from Lan Ting's hands very naturally, "The class leader asked me to come and wait in the morning, for fear that the master will not be found when he arrives."

The two went out one after the other, called a rickshaw, and Xiao Ai said a place name.

"Okay." The coachman replied, wiped the sweat off his face casually with the sweat towel around his neck, and ran forward at a constant speed while grabbing the handrail, his bare and exposed shoulder muscles swelled.

"How is the troupe's business now?" Lan Ting asked.

Xiao Ai rubbed her head, feeling a little embarrassed, "It's not bad."

It's all because he's useless, he didn't even learn half of the master's work. Recently, there were two performances, and there were not many guests. You must know that when the master is there, there are always full seats.

It is also because of this that the atmosphere in the troupe has been a bit sluggish recently.

Xiao Ai couldn't help feeling ashamed.

"Don't worry, here just went through a war, it's normal to be deserted," Lan Ting reassured, "It will be fine after a while."

Xiao Ai nodded again and again, what Master said was right.

While the two were talking, the rickshaw stopped in front of a building. Xiao Ai paid the fare and led the way with a suitcase.

He introduced, "This used to be a tea house. During the war, the boss ran away, and the boss of Shi Ban spent money to buy this place."

Most of the people in the troupe are familiar with each other and have a good relationship. Seeing Lan Ting who came late, they greeted him warmly.

Where there is Lan Ting, there are customers, and no one will have trouble with money.

"Where's the leader?" Sitting in the room arranged for him, Lan Ting spoke, with a look of fatigue in his eyes.

"The leader is out," Xiaoai poured him a cup of herbal tea, "Master..."

"what happened?"

"Tomorrow night there is a play, the class leader asked me to ask if you can sing."

Lan Ting was stunned for a moment, the class leader must have already released the news when asked to ask such a question.

Seeing Xiao Ai's cautious expression, he quickly covered up the strangeness on his face, "Yes." But he was still surprised in his heart, and Team Leader Shi seemed to be a little impatient.It seems that the recent desertion has had a great impact on the leader of the stone class.

Although he was physically exhausted, he always wanted to do the best he had promised, so he took the afternoon to rest and adjust his condition, and he put on his makeup and went on stage as soon as the evening came.

This time he sang his famous song, which is also Lan Ting's best.

Sitting on the train all night, and didn't have much rest during the day, Lan Ting was really exhausted. After removing her makeup, she frowned and walked towards her room.

But don't want to hit a wall of meat.

Lan Ting raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat. It was not the first time he encountered a similar situation, and he was too familiar with the things in the eyes of men.

Where the theater troupe used to stay, he was well-known, and occasionally encountered some bullying things.

Suo Xingshi's class leader is not a short-sighted person, and he didn't think about pushing him out, but circling around for him, so that he can sing safely until now. This time they left, it may be that there is no intention in it.

The middle-aged man in front of him is expensively dressed and has a fat figure. Staring at him is very malicious.

"I've heard the voice of the famous Mr. Lan Ting Tian Lai for a long time, but when I listened to it today, the lingering sound really lingered for three days."

Lan Ting withdrew his gaze, "Don't dare to take it, it's everyone's absurd praise."

"It's right."

As the man approached, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol and felt a little anxious.

He took two steps back calmly, wanting to see if there was a guy nearby, and sent the guest away to him to rescue him.

It's just that this person is even more impatient than Lan Ting imagined, and he wants to grab his hand when he comes forward.

Lan Ting was startled, and avoided saying, "What is the boss going to do!"

"Hey, what do you say I will do."

"I am a man."

"So what about a man? This stature is no worse than a woman's, and with this voice, it must sound good in bed."

Lan Ting was annoyed by the other party's explicit words, while rejecting, she wondered if there was any way to make the man give up.

It's a pity that they are newcomers, they don't know many people, and it's too late to establish a personal relationship.

In anxiety, Lan Ting had a flash of inspiration, and said in a hurry, "This is the territory of Young Marshal Qin. The young marshal loves the people like his own son, and he hates bullying people the most. Isn't the boss afraid that this matter will spread to the young marshal's ears! "

Sure enough, the man hesitated, and soon laughed again, "If the young general is here, maybe I will still be worried. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Who would bother the young general with such trivial matters for no reason?"

"Besides, even if the young commander-in-chief knows, how can you be sure that the young commander-in-chief will intervene in this irrelevant matter?"

Lan Ting knew that what the other party said was reasonable, and it was precisely because of this that he panicked. Since this person dared to do something, he must have the means to clean up his tail.

Could it be that he is about to enter the wolf's den as soon as he leaves the tiger's mouth?

"I advise you to be more obedient, I'm happy, maybe you can continue to sing." The man said proudly while grabbing Lan Ting.

"Let go." A third voice came from the darkness.

At the same time, the man felt a cold and hard object pressed against the back of his head, and the drunkenness instantly sobered him up, breaking out in a cold sweat.

They were standing in a remote location with a big tree beside them, but they didn't realize that there was a third person behind the tree.

"Who are you?" The man asked as calmly as possible, for fear that the other party's hand would shake a hole in the back of his head.

Lan Ting took the opportunity to stand aside, also observing the people in the dark, but it was too dark here, only a vague tall shadow could be seen.

"The surname is Qin." Soi Ying said.

The man stopped thinking completely.Although he has some spare money, he still can't compare with this kind of person who carries a gun, not to mention that the other party's surname is Qin.

Who knows what kind of relationship with Shuaifu.

The man apologized and left, Lan Ting was a little dazed, he didn't expect his predicament to be resolved so easily.

He hurriedly thanked the person, thinking that his embarrassing appearance just now fell into the eyes of the other person, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, sir, for helping me out just now. I don't know what to call him?"

"Sir..." Heiying repeated, walked out from under the tree, and looked down at the calm Lan Ting, "Love the people like a child?"

Inexplicably, "Tsk."

Lan Ting hadn't responded to what the other party meant, but the black shadow had already turned around and left, with a tall and straight figure, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

There was a look of doubt in his eyes, because he didn't want to make more troubles, so he took this matter into his heart.

The next month was calm and calm, Lan Ting finally had time to rest well, practiced with his voice hanging every day, and occasionally sang a song on stage.

He never met what happened that night again, nor did he see the fat middle-aged man and the black shadow who rescued him, so he put this gratitude in his heart.

On the contrary, I heard that Young Marshal Qin would occasionally come to listen to the opera, which made their business much better than before, but he had never seen it before.

On this day, Lan Ting was practicing a new play in the yard, when he saw class leader Shi walking towards him with something in his hand, his face full of joy.

"Lanting, great joy! Great joy!"

Lan Ting stopped, took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat, this time he said calmly, "Leader, what's the matter?"

Team leader Shi handed him the red post in his hand, and said, "Young Marshal Qin invited us to sing at the Marshal's mansion. This is a great joy!"

He took a closer look at the content on the paper, and it was indeed as the class leader said, but, "Why did the young commander invite us?"

"I heard that he won a battle before celebrating. Hey, we don't care about this kind of thing, as long as we can earn a living, we don't care what he asks us to do."

He carefully put away the post, and seeing that Lan Ting didn't take it very seriously, he warned, "Prepare carefully, the other party's identity is not something we can afford, and let's go to the commander's mansion to sing, our theater troupe The value is different."

Talking too seriously, class leader Shi was afraid that Lan Ting would be nervous, so he said, "But don't worry too much, the young commander will come to us to listen to plays occasionally, which shows that we are not without merit."

Lan Ting smiled, he saw that the class leader was more nervous than him, "I know it well."

"That's good, that's good." After receiving an accurate answer, Team Leader Shi hurried away with the post in his arms to inform others of the good news.

The time set by the handsome mansion is three days later. During these three days, Lan Ting practiced according to the usual plan as usual, without too many other emotions in his heart.

The name of Qin Jiu, the young marshal Qin, is so famous that he has naturally heard of it, and even listened to people in the troupe gossip about a lot of his opponent's heroic achievements.

Leaving aside the antagonism between the two parties, Young Marshal Qin is indeed a very capable person, he can be called young and promising.

It's just that the gap between the two sides is too big, it is difficult for him to have other thoughts, he can only be the object of gossip, and he has heard it.

On the appointed day, the theater troupe got ready to go, and went in early through the back door of the Shuai mansion to prepare.

Everyone was trying their best to take this opportunity to do something big and make the name of "Ting Lan Yuan" a household name, so their spirits were extraordinarily excited.

Even Lan Ting, who has always been mild-tempered, was greatly affected, and she gradually calmed down when she put on makeup.

Xiao Ai, who had finished dressing up, arranged his hair accessories and clothes for him, her face was flushed with makeup, both excited and nervous, this was the first time he performed on such a big occasion, and Lan Ting was amused to see it.

When he sang on stage for the first time, he also looked like this, apprehensive and looking forward to it.

"Lanting, it's your turn to play." Leader Shi's urging voice came.

Lan Ting shook her water sleeves, clasped her hands on her stomach, and smiled lightly, "Here we come."