"Master, do you think there's something wrong with her? Do you want me to go over and ask?"

Bu Xusheng asked Yuwen Shike for instructions.

Yuwen Ding also noticed Xibao who was still staring here.

He thought Xibao looked familiar, he must have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it right away.

But no matter what, Bu Xusheng cannot be allowed to steal the limelight.

So he put his hand into his arms and made a gesture of touching a gun. As he walked forward, he said in a cold voice: "It's a pure place in Buddhism. If Uncle Bu goes there and scares people away, it's better for me to go."

Seeing Yuwen Ding getting closer and closer, Xibao didn't really come to die with them. Fortunately, at this time, a monk came out of the temple and hurriedly came to Xibao and saluted: "Donor, the abbot, thank you for your donation."

Please go in and talk about the incense money."

Xibao smiled and shook his head and said: "No, please tell his old man that I have something urgent to do and I will see him again when I find time."

The monk did not persuade him to stay, so Xibao ordered the rickshaw driver to leave.

When the monk returned, Bu Xusheng still stopped him and asked Xibao's identity.

Although the monk knew that it was inappropriate to reveal the identity of a pilgrim, Yuwen Shike had a special status and he did not dare to offend him, so he told Bu Xu the truth.

"It's a kind man who has been supporting the temple since eight years ago. I heard he is an opera singer."

"Yes!"

Yuwen Ding suddenly remembered, looked in the direction Xibao left and said, "It turns out to be her!"

"You know him?"

Yuwen Shike was displeased.

Yuwen Ding then turned around, lowered his head and responded: "This man's father also knows that he is the actor who sang "Man Jiang Hong" at Song Xingmin's birthday banquet, named Liu Xibao."

When Yuwen Shike heard that he was an actor, he didn't take it too seriously and continued his journey.

But Yuwen Ding still glanced at Xibao's retreating back, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart.

Because Yuwen Shike also started living in this temple eight years ago.

And looking at Xibao's age, she must have been a child eight years ago.

This meeting with Yuwen Shike strengthened Xibao's determination to stay with him to the end.

This country has finally seen a little hope, and it must not be destroyed by people like Yuwen Shike.

She must sing this time's drama with the Yi Kun Troupe well and gain a foothold in Beijing as soon as possible. She can't wait to reveal Yuwen Shike's true face to the world.

Wen Zhongjun met Xibao at Shouchun Garden where Mei Zilan was going to perform.

"I'm really impressed by you! If I hadn't known that you would never miss Mei Wanqing's performance, I would have waited for you at the train station all day and night! Grandma, ancestor! Can you think about it for me and tell me if I have anything to do?

Let me tell you! Do you still regard me as your manager?

If I'm not good enough, why don't you fire me so I can find another job to avoid being so angry with you!"

Xibao has fully felt Wen Zhongjun's anger, so she lets him nag her. Anyway, she knows that this person will never leave her, and she enjoys being so confident.

And she had more important things to do now, because she immediately saw Mei Zilan acting in the background at a glance.

"This is not good."

She snatched the emerald phoenix crown that he was about to put on, put it on him with her own hands, looked at it in the mirror for a long time, and finally said with a smile: "This is good, I am calling you right, you look really good."

"

Mei Zilan did not look back immediately, he just sat and stared at Xibao in the mirror, his eyes full of surprise.

Xibao then pushed him and joked: "What? You really haven't seen me for three years and you don't recognize me? It's really sad."

Mei Zilan lowered her head and smiled, "How could you not recognize me? It's just that you have grown older, but you are still so naughty and like to surprise others."

Xibao then turned around, leaned against Mei Zilan's dressing table and said with a smile: "Just make sure it's a surprise, not a shock."

As she spoke, she started to collect more of Mei Zilan's boxes. She accidentally caught a glimpse of a pair of familiar objects, picked them up and said with a smile, "You still carry them? They are all old."

Mei Zilan took the pair of little bats out of her hands, put them back in the box, and asked with a smile: "When did you come back?"

"Today, I got off the train in the morning."

Xibao stopped looking at him and fixed her hair in front of the mirror. She had stayed in Shanghai for so many years and had already cut her hair short to her shoulders. If she didn't dress more maturely and wasn't pretending, she looked like a schoolgirl.

Mei Zilan liked to see her looking so comfortable, so she asked again: "Have you been to the house yet?"

Xibao knew he was talking about Xilianshe.

She stopped combing her hair, turned around and leaned against the dressing table and said, "You still regard Xilianshe as your home?"

Mei Zilan lowered his head again. Ever since he was a child, he has always been this kind of person. He always has warmth in his body when he smiles.

"Why doesn't it count as home? We all grew up there."

Xibao was very pleased, so he said: "I went, everyone is very good, and the junior fellows in Lienzi Department are also very good. I just didn't see Xiaofu. I heard Mr. Xiao said that he didn't work at home either. Now he is working in Big Boss Tan

In the troupe, I plan to go back and inherit the mantle."

"You haven't seen Xiaofu?"

Mei Zilan seemed a little surprised, "But he went to Shanghai."

"He went to Shanghai?" Xibao was puzzled, "When did he go?"

Mei Zilan counted the days and said: "It's been seven days. They said there was a theater over there that invited Mr. Tan. He followed him over and took a look at you. If you just arrived today, you should have seen him. Why?

He didn't go to find you?"

Xibao smiled bitterly and said, "I set out five days ago. I was delayed in Tianjin for a day or two before arriving today."

"That's no wonder," Mei Zilan also regretted, "I can't see it anymore."

For some reason, when the two of them said this, they suddenly fell silent. They just looked at each other and neither of them spoke anymore.

After almost three minutes, Mei Zilan finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

"I'm so lucky that you haven't been depressed all the time and are as cheerful as before."

"What if?"

Xibao laughed, "Did you think that because my master passed away and my playmates who grew up together left me without saying goodbye, I would become depressed and become a useless person?"

Xibao said, turned around, supported the table with both hands, looked up at the ceiling and said: "I still have to thank you. If you hadn't written a letter to comfort me, saying that if you could come back to the stage, you would tell me to do it.

Cheer up, I really won’t be able to hold on anymore.”

Mei Zilan looked at her profile. He knew the weight of Xibao's words, because he was the only one in the world who knew the shackles on Xibao.

But he doesn't need anything in return.

"What else can you say to thank me? You know, I'm your brother."

Just at this time, a dramatist came to call Mei Zilan to wait, so he stood up and repeatedly told Xibao: "Wait for me. When I finish the show, let's have supper together."

Xibao promised well, but when Mei Zilan came on stage, her smile turned cold.
Chapter completed!