After revising and tinkering for a whole night, Bai Haitang finally came up with this songbook. At this time, Haitang really regretted that he didn't learn more things in his previous life, even if it was something that seemed useless. Once he traveled through time, he would say
Not sure when it will be used...
Early the next morning, there was already a pile of costumes piled at the door for them to wash. The person who brought them told them to be gentle and not to scratch the threads or anything.
There are also two steamed buns...
"The living conditions of the largest theater troupe are not that good..." Lamei picked up a steamed bun and started to chew it. Only after chewing did she have the strength to wash her clothes.
"Don't eat it," Haitang said hurriedly.
"Sister Haitang, are you afraid of poison?" Lamei asked hurriedly.
"I'm afraid you'll be too full of steamed buns to eat anything else. They'll give us a big meal later..." Haitang shook the songbook in her hand, and that's all.
"That's it?" Lamei didn't believe it, but when her hand shook, the bun fell to the ground and rolled into a corner. When she looked again, she saw several mice biting it and wanted to move it back.
To the cave!
Now I can't even eat anymore.
"Yes, that's all." Haitang said firmly.
Then I walked around the troupe for a long time before I found the manager from yesterday. This manager was really busy.
Give him the songbook.
The person in charge initially dismissed it, just flipping through it casually, wondering what a girl could write. He didn’t believe it, he didn’t believe it, but when he opened it, he was deeply attracted...
Leave people in busy places to live in free places. Thinking a hundred times, there is no place for happiness. Spending the day with heartbroken words, there is only love in the world that is difficult to express.
In front of the Jade Tea Hall and in the back at dusk, red candles welcome people, and the handsome people are supported by the country. But don't miss each other, and the Peony Pavilion is on the road to three lives.
Du Baohuangtang gave birth to Miss Liniang, who loved to step on the spring sun. She dreamed of a scholar plucking willows, but she was hurt by love.
The photo left as a note, the burial in Plum Blossom Taoist Temple is desolate.
Three years ago, I had a dream about Mei Liuzi, and I went to Gaotang here. Guoer was resurrected and had a mate. He went to Lin'an to take the test, and the bandits attacked Huaiyang.
When Du Gong was besieged, the young lady was frightened. She taught Liu Lang to explore, but she was doubted and angered Ping Zhang.
If you are in a romantic situation, you will be rewarded with being the number one scholar if you practice righteousness and hardship.
You have a green dress and a beautiful hairpin filled with crystal flowers and eight treasures. It can be seen that my lifelong hobby is nature, and no one sees the benefits of spring.
If you don't watch out for the sunken fish and falling geese, you will only be afraid of the shy flowers and the moonlight, and the flowers will tremble in sorrow.
It turned out to be full of purple and red flowers, but it turned out to be ruined and ruined.
No matter how beautiful the scenery is in a good time, who can enjoy it at home? Such scenery, my father and grandma will never mention it again.
Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions are seen; raindrops and wind blow, and smoke and waves draw boats. - The people of Jinping regard this time as despicable.
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The person in charge is getting more and more addicted to watching it, and he doesn't even blink.
Haitang smiled, it seemed that not just one meal was secured, but maybe all the meals for this year...
"This, this is what you wrote?" The manager did not hide his excitement at all.
"Yes, I wrote it last night." Haitang had no choice but to admit shamelessly, apologizing to Mr. Tang Xianzu a hundred times in her heart for infringing on your original rights. It's really helpless.
"Where did you see this?" The manager still didn't believe that Bai Haitang, a young girl, could write such a tortuous and touching libretto.
"This is a true story that happened to a sister in my hometown. I thought it was a good story, so I wrote it down. Please forgive me for the bad writing..." Haitang had no choice but to say this.