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The plot on stage affects the hearts of every audience in the audience.

They are sweet when the Seventh Fairy is sweet; they are happy when the Seventh Fairy is happy; they are sad when the Seventh Fairy is sad; they are also sad when the Seventh Fairy is sad; the Seventh Fairy wants to part with Dong Yong...

On the stage, the part that Jiang Bing was familiar with was finally sung.

"The birds on the trees come in pairs." This was Feng Ling's voice.

The audience in the audience smiled knowingly.

"Green waters and green mountains bring smiles." This is the voice of Feng Qinghua, the actor who plays Dong Yong.

Mr. Yang in the box on the second floor frowned.

"Is this Dong Yong worthy of the Seven Fairies?" This is the mandarin duck faction.

"Pick a flower at random." Feng Ling's voice sounded again.

"It's so sweet, such a loving couple. The queen mother wants to break them up, how cruel!" Jiang Bing twisted the napkin in his hand as a handkerchief, scratching the paper to pieces, with a worried look on his face.

This is the sect that hopes the lovers of the seven fairies will eventually get married.

The audience in the audience are basically of these two types. Either they think that Dong Yong can be liked by my little fairy, or they just think that my little fairy likes him. Dong Yong is average-looking and can sing better than my little fairy. Fortunately, it doesn't have any sense of presence, and it doesn't have any major shortcomings.

You see, he at least knew there was some merit in wiping the stone with his sleeve before the Seven Fairies sat down.

No matter what the audience under the stage thinks, the development of the play cannot be changed.

From the moment the most famous and popular line "The birds in the trees sing in pairs" is sung, it means that the play has reached its last scene.

As the plot changes from joy to sadness step by step, the audience's mood also becomes sad. Everyone watched the Seventh Fairy and Dong Yong talking to each other on the stage. Feng Ling's voice was gentle and sad, and every word in her voice was filled with reluctance and love. Although there was no tear in her eyes, there seemed to be tears everywhere on her face.

"The time has come. Seven fairies, please follow me back to heaven as soon as possible!" Diaowei Ya, a passerby wearing a costume of a heavenly soldier hanging in the air, said sternly.

"Boom." A huge thunder sound frightened the audience in the audience.

"Dong Lang!" The Seventh Fairy held Dong Yong's hand reluctantly and refused to let go.

"Boom!" There was another thunder.

The Seven Fairies could only turn back three times in one step, and then kicked off the ground helplessly, rising into the air and flying towards the sky with wires as light and elegant as Chang'e flying to the moon.

Dong Yong was so sad that he fell into a coma.

"Dong Lang!" The Seven Fairies have left the stage, but her sad voice still echoes on the stage.

The audience was all staring at the corner on the stage where the Seven Fairies had just disappeared. Even if the Seven Fairies had flown away, they were not very willing to turn their attention to Dong Yong, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

On the second floor, Mr. Yang, who cursed Dong Yong from beginning to end in Act 6 and hated him as much as he wanted, stared blankly at the empty stage without saying a word.

Grandma Xu sat at the small table, quietly took out the handkerchief she carried with her from her pocket and wiped her tears silently.

Along with the music, the seven fairies who flew away returned for a limited time, sang a piece of love and reluctance for Dong Yong, and left again. After the Seven Fairies really left, Dong Yong woke up quietly, looked at what the Seven Fairies left for him, and sang the last verse.

The whole play is over.

"The Queen Mother is so cruel!" Jiang Bing ate the melon seeds with a look of resentment and revenge, as if the three plates of melon seeds on the table were the incarnation of the Queen Mother beating up the mandarin ducks, and she would finish them within a few minutes. It was because of the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong that they let out a bad breath.

"The last scene where the seven fairies are flying into the sky is great, it's like a real immortal going to heaven. When did the seven fairies wear wire?" Qiao Huifang's focus was completely different.

"It seems to be the section that goes around behind the background of the big tree. The wire rope is quite thin. You can't even tell it if you don't look carefully from behind." Jiang Xiaoliang said, "What if something happens to such a thin rope? "

Jiang Qi said how could an accident happen? This is Wang Xinghua's home court. If something unexpected happens, Wang Xinghua, the half-ghost king, shouldn't be a ghost king anymore.

But Qiao Huifang really noticed the important point just now. As far as Jiang Qi knows, Feng Ling's biggest effort in the play "The Immortal Couple" was the final scene where he rises into the air.

With Jiang Cha's movement guidance and Wang Xinghua's Wi-A assistance, Feng Ling practiced day and night for several days before he could look like a real immortal taking off in the sky.

Just as he was saying this, the entire cast of "A Match Made in Heaven" came on stage to take their curtain call.

The whole theater burst into thunderous applause, and there was a steady stream of applause.

Amidst the compliments, Jiang Qi heard a particularly powerful, loud, slightly hoarse "good" coming from the second floor.

Following the sound, Mr. Yang was applauding the stage with excitement on his face. He was so excited that half of his body almost leaned out of the window.

"thank you all."

Different from the ending of "The Princess", Feng Ling's curtain call this time was quite enviable. She smiled sweetly and bowed several times.

However, Feng Ling's reaction was quite restrained compared to that of several other actors. Several actors in Jiang Qi's stands looked as if they were about to cry.

Especially Feng Qinghua. Although people didn't pay much attention to Dong Yong when he acted, Dong Yong is the male protagonist of "The Fairy Match" and is completely different from the eunuch of "The Princess".

After "The Legend of the Princess" is played, 80% of people will only remember the face of the princess. After "The Princess" is played, everyone may remember Dong Yong's face.

In the private room on the second floor, Mr. Yang, who had been clapping for five minutes and still had some unfinished thoughts, just wanted to find someone to discuss the scene. When he turned around, he found that Grandma Xu behind him had red eyes.

"Oh, Xiao Xu, you're still crying!" Mr. Yang's loud voice attracted everyone's attention, and even the box next door could hear him.

"What?! Did Xiao Xu cry while watching a movie? My God, this is a new thing. The last time Xiao Xu cried while watching a movie was probably 30 years ago." A loud voice that did not belong to Mr. Yang came from next door and exclaimed.

Grandma Xu glared at Mr. Yang angrily: "Look what's wrong with crying, this little girl is so good at acting."

"Indeed." Mr. Cheng nodded in agreement, "Nangong will still find a place. Who would have thought that there could be such a powerful little girl in an amusement park."

Mr. Chen was embarrassed to say that he didn't drink much tea during the whole movie. A cup of tea went cold in his hand and he forgot to drink it.

"I told you that Fang wouldn't trick us!" Grandma Zhang glanced at Mr. Yang with a proud look on her face. She turned around to ask Nangong Fang how she discovered this good place, and found that Nangong Fang was packing her things in a hurry.

"Fang, are you in such a hurry to leave?" Grandma Zhang stood up quickly.

"Little Bailing will have to go backstage if we don't leave." Nangong Fang pointed to Feng Ling, who was taking photos with several audience members on the stage, and took out a few flyers from the bag that he had carefully folded and put them in the bag in the afternoon, "I still want to go backstage." I hope Xiao Bailing will sign it for me!"

At this moment, the old lady who had left the box next door ran back and stood at the door excitedly and shouted: "Stop dawdling, everyone, get down quickly. Someone at the door is handing out fans of the same style as the Seven Fairies!"

Grandma Zhang's eyes lit up and she ran away. That's called a good health.

"Lao Zhang, get one for me!" Nangong Fang shouted eagerly as she went down the stairs near the stage.

"okay!"

The fans distributed at the door were also prepared by Wang Xinghua in advance, because today's theater tickets are sold on site and cannot be booked in advance. No one knows how well today's tickets will be sold before they actually go on sale.

The Seven Fairies' fans were custom-made by a custom-made clothing manufacturer. The price was quite cheap and they were part of the theater peripherals of the future. When we ordered them, we ordered 5,000 of them at once.

After the performance, many young people who bought VIP seats took advantage of their proximity to the stage and ran directly to the stage to take photos with Feng Ling, who was still in costume.

After Feng Ling became a popular actor, due to the times, no one experienced being asked for photos or autographs by theater fans. She simply had gold and silver jewelry thrown at her by enthusiastic theater fans.

In a physical sense, throwing gold bracelets and pearl necklaces directly onto the stage. At that time, Feng Ling's opera stage was small, and there were masters playing musical instruments on both sides. Some theatergoers threw things that missed the stage, and the masters playing musical instruments were the hardest hit areas.

Especially the wealthy guests in the private rooms on the second floor.

Ordinary guests might just throw some copper coins when smashing things, but the guests in the private room threw whatever they liked, including gold bracelets, silver hairpins, oceans, and necklaces. There are many cases of actors throwing things on the stage after exiting the stage and hitting the erhu master.

When Feng Ling was at his peak, the erhu master had to be hit with money several times a day, which was painful and happy at the same time, because everyone on the money table had a share, but the supporting actors didn't get much.

Because Feng Ling had only had the experience of being stopped by theater fans and stuffing money into them before, but had never been stopped by theater fans to take pictures, she felt it was very new, so she was a step slow when leaving the stage. She was really stopped, so she simply got off the stage to take photos with everyone.

When the other actors saw Feng Ling being stopped, they stayed together, fearing that Feng Ling would be injured due to his young age and inexperience.

Seeing that it was really possible to take pictures, the people who were going to leave stopped leaving and started queuing up to take pictures.

When Wang Xinghua saw this, she was also afraid of any accidents. After all, the quality of tourists depends on the quality of tourists, and accidents belong to accidents. As long as there are enough people, no matter how high the quality is, accidents may happen, so she asked people to hand out fans at the door.

The fan of the same style as the Seven Fairies is worth owning.

Quantity is limited, first come first served.

You can only choose one between taking pictures and fanning.

People at the back thought that it was most likely not their turn to take pictures, so they dispersed and rushed to the door to grab fans. A small crisis was successfully resolved by Wang Xinghua.

By the time Nangongfang ran from the second floor to the stage on her old legs, almost all the people gathered around asking for photos had left. Feng Ling also turned around and started to walk backstage, which made Nangongfang shout in haste.

"Little lark, little lark!"

Feng Ling, who hadn't heard such a familiar name for a long time, suddenly turned her head and saw her grandma Nangong Fang, the biggest financial supporter of her troupe.

"Grandma Nangong?" Feng Ling still knew his family's financial sponsor, grandma.

Feng Ling looked to the side and saw that the last fan taking pictures had been persuaded to leave by members of the troupe who were not on stage. Now that the entire first floor except Nangong Fang was his own, he no longer had any worries: "Do you want to take a photo together?"

"No photo, I'm too old to take photos together like them." Nangong Fang waved her hand and handed the flyer to Feng Ling, "I just want Xiao Bailing to sign a few autographs for me."

With that said, Nangong Fang took out a pen from her bag and was quite prepared.

Feng Ling looked at the flyer, thought about it, and simply wrote the most famous line from "The Fairy Match" on it, signed by Feng Ling.

Paired with Feng Ling's signature and this flyer with a portrait of Feng Ling painted by Wang Xinghua, it actually looks more like a peripheral than the fan handed out at the door just now.

Super limited edition peripherals.

Feng Ling handed the signed flyers back to Nangong Fang. Nangong Fang folded them carefully and put them into her bag. When she looked up, she saw Feng Qinghua looking at him eagerly, with a look on her face, why was she only looking for the heroine's signature and not me? , after all, I am also playing Dong Yong.

Nangong Fang hesitated for a moment, thinking that although your performance as Dong Yong was not outstanding, at least it was not a drag on Feng Ling, so she handed a few more leaflets to Feng Qinghua.

“Do you want Dong Yong to sign your autograph for me, an old lady?”

"Okay!" Feng Qinghua smiled brightly, took the pen and began to sign seriously.

Feng Ling smiled and said: "Grandma Nangong, I heard that you invited a large number of theater friends to support me today. Thank you very much."

"No more, no more." Nangong Fang said cheerfully.

"Your performance in "The Match" was so wonderful today that it made me, an old sister who has not shed tears at a play in 30 years, shed tears watching it. When they go back to publicize it like this, there will be more in the future!"

"By the way, Xiao Bailing, how long will you sing "The Match"? When will you change the new show? I can also arrange the time here. I may not be able to stay here for a long time next month." Nangong Fang started to inquire about the theater. arrange.

"This depends on the audience's response. If the audience responds well, it may last for more than a month before changing the show. Don't worry, you have reserved the three boxes upstairs. If you are not available for our show change, we will contact you in advance. Your."

"That's good." Nangong Fang smiled and nodded, then nodded to the other actors, "Then I won't disturb you. You have worked hard tonight and you should go back and rest early. Remember to apply a hot towel before going to bed. Sleep peacefully, I have a throat-nourishing recipe here, I will copy it and bring it to you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Grandma Nangong." All the actors said in unison.

Nangong Fang left the theater with small steps and happily shared with her friends that she got the super limited edition peripherals.

After a tiring night, the opera actors returned backstage to change clothes and remove makeup. Jiang Qi and Wang Xinghua also followed them to the dressing room.

Obviously, most of the opera actors are in their 30s, but when they returned backstage, they looked like young people who had been well-received for their first appearance, talking excitedly about the audience's reaction just now.

Judging from their posture, even if Jiang Qi gave them a monthly salary of two thousand, they would be willing to perform like this every day.

"Everyone is really as if they were injected with chicken blood." Jiang Qi leaned against the door and looked at the actors in the dressing room and said with a smile, "Why didn't I see them so excited after the big play yesterday?"

"Can it be the same?" Wang Xinghua said with a look on her face, "You don't understand. Yesterday's was free, but today we all paid for it."

"The nature is different. How many opera actors have been pursuing the success they have today throughout their lives."

"But it's a bit dangerous for Feng Ling to just go down from the stage to take pictures with everyone today. You go back and talk to her." Jiang Qi warned.

"I know." Wang Xinghua nodded.

"Should we start selling peripheral products?"

"Starting tomorrow." Wang Xinghua counted on her fingers, "Fans, headdresses, and clothing of the same style will all be put on sale in Taiping Town tomorrow. The share will be the same as before, the actors corresponding to the characters will get 2%, but I estimate that the sales The best ones are definitely those of the Seven Fairies, and the others are just for sale."

"I don't know if tomorrow's tickets will be sold well." Jiang Qi started to worry about tomorrow's tickets again.

"Wow, are you still worried about the effect today?" Wang Xinghua said with a look on her face, "Do you know how to play?"

"I have only heard that theater ticket sales are getting better and better, and theaters are getting more and more popular. I have never heard of a theater that won the house as a dark horse on the first day, and then got worse and worse."

"Just wait and see, we are going to have a big star in our amusement park." Wang Xinghua pointed at Feng Ling who was taking off her makeup, and then pointed at herself, "I have already agreed with Feng Ling. I am her manager. 15%.”

"There will be a special offer for the first three days of the opening, and then we will sell the same ticket price for another four days, and then increase the price of VIP tickets and private rooms depending on the situation. Wow, Grandma Nangong booked three private rooms for a month, she made a profit!"

"However, the sales of tea and snacks tonight are really poor. We need to increase the time for each show to change, and add a 20-minute break in the middle to facilitate everyone to go to the toilet and eat. In this way, the tea and snacks should be able to Easier to sell."

Jiang Qi:......

Your calculations are quite loud.

However, Jiang Qi believed that Wang Xinghua could be Feng Ling's agent.

This ghost is obsessed with money. If she can't make money, who can?