Peach Blossom Thousands of Calamities

Night of January [-], [-] AD

The year of the millennium is celebrated around the world.

In the Rainbow Theater, Wen Che was putting on make-up alone in the backstage, step by step, drawing facial makeup at a leisurely pace...

The production staff was impatient, "Ah Che, hurry up, this piano solo is coming to an end soon."

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It's really bad luck, why did you invite such a character, who didn't listen to the command at all, and only arrived when he was about to play.

The drama manager muttered cursingly in a low voice, but the guy inside just ignored him a hundred times.

Rescuing a scene is like putting out a fire, there is no way, who calls someone a corner!

The song on the stage was over, and the host walked up slowly, hoping that there would be a little more time, it was a little time, after reporting the title of the song, and then the introduction, this is the time to test the host's eloquence...

The sound of the erhu, a piece of Shiro visiting his mother finally opened the curtain, and the pure Beijing accent of "Shiro" was full of emotion, which finally dispelled the audience's resentment...

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"Ah Che, you can't be late anymore, it's impolite to make the audience wait for so long, do you know that?" No matter what, I still have to teach this brat a lesson.

"My mother is dead." As if talking about something irrelevant to him, Wen Che took the backpack and the ancient Xiao that had been passed down from generation to generation, turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"What? Your mother is dead." Only the director was left standing in front of the dressing table and talking to himself.

That's the case, no wonder he came late.

The black FAW red flag was flying on the wide street, and there were bursts of fireworks wherever it passed, but the haze on Wen Che's face could not be erased.

Mother, besides father, am I not your relative, son?

The lacrimal glands that never worked in my memory finally made their debut.

It's not a crime for a man to cry. From then on, he's alone and has nothing to worry about.

The mother left, and the family was gone.

Tears stretched and broke the embankment, and the car was already driving in the winding mountains in the suburbs...

Taking a sharp turn, the half-red and half-white guardrail broke into two under the light of the headlights...

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