Bone Painting Coroner

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Referred to as niche.

Song Zhijing: "Oh! It's you!"

"Isn't it?" Wang Jun pulled him down.

Song Zhi said: "I'm really sorry, there is no water in the house, or if you wait, I'll go to the yard to give you some care."

"Don't be so troublesome, I didn't come to you to drink water, there is something else I want to talk to you about."

When Song Zhi saw him smiling at himself, he felt something was wrong and said, "You say, why is it coming to me so late?"

Wang Jun didn't turn around and leaned back, leaning on him and saying, "The script you wrote is so hot, surely many people still want to ask you to write it again. I want to ask Mr. Song today."

Please, him?

Are you kidding me?

He ripped off his sleeves and said, "Wang Gongzi can play "Ghost Nirvana", which is naturally the pillar of Zhao Jiaban. Is there anything else I need to come to please?"

I'm poor.

"Despite this, there are some things that only Mr. Song can do."

"Oh?" Song Zhi didn't even believe it, and smiled bitterly. "Here is a story lang. There is no money and no power. What can I do for you?"

"Can you help me write a story!"

"what?"

Wang Jun said: "I came to you today just to ask Mr. Song's next book to be based on me."

"what?"

"I believe this should not be difficult for Mr. Song?"

"what?"

Wang Jun was anxious when he heard him several times, grabbing Song Zhi's hand and said, "Although I played the ghost of "Ghost Lady's Burial Man", it is a famous role. If Mr. Song specifically regards me as Jiao wrote a new playbook, and I will perform it.

Song Zhi speechless: "..."

Wang Jun: "Why? Mr. Song doesn't agree?"

Song Zhizhi is unclear: "Since Wang Gongzi is already a famous character, why should he care about my new script?"

"Song Gongzi doesn't know! Now this competition is very competitive. Although I am fortunate to play the niche in your playbook, the waves of the Yangtze River will be pushed forward, and sooner or later they will be replaced." Wang Jun was worried.Wang Jun was actually born as a harlequin, and he has never been favored by others. However, after his own efforts, he gradually climbed to the angle of life and life. These can play the role of "Ghostess's Funeral". Kung fu, but after all, he is almost thirty, and it won't be long before it gets popular.Although Song Zhi's play made him red, but once a new kid appeared, he would be replaced immediately, so he thought of looking for Song Zhi and let him write a new script based on himself. So you don’t have to worry about being replaced, at least you can still eat for a while, and wait for you to earn enough money

Say.

However, Song Zhi didn't like to be burdened with "baggage", so he refused: "Princess Wang has the strength, don't worry about these. Song Song and I may not be able to write a good book."

"I'm very confident in Mr. Song! So I hope Song Xiansheng will complete, as long as Mr. Song's next script is written for me, I will definitely play the role of your life."

"But I don't know what to write in the next script?"

"No worries, as long as Mr. Song agrees to me."

Song Zhi didn't dare to promise him: "Duke Wang, please don't trouble me."

Wang Jun frowned, then opened the baggage he brought, and pushed forward in front of Song Zhi, saying: "I heard that Mr. Song needs a few clothes for winter, so I specially picked a few to bring you, you and me. The shape is similar, you should be able to wear it."

"No, no, no merits."

"This is my heart, you just accept it."

Wang Jun simply pushed those clothes in front of him.

No longer waiting for Song Zhi to say anything, Wang Jun had already got up and left.

"Prince Wang, you should bring this dress back."

"How can the gift brought back be justified?"

Wang Jun hurried away.

Song Zhi didn't know how to do it. He clutched the burden and chased for a while, watching Wang Jun's figure disappear into the night.

"Hey!" He sighed heavily.

Around the cold wind swish, cold into the bone, he had to go home with his burden.

I have to say that Wang Jun's vision is excellent, and the styles of the clothes he picked are really good. Song Zhi touched the material and it was also good.

But he is suffering too much now.

Slowly, from the clothes, took out the contract that the Taoban master gave him today,

A contract!

A burden!

He was very helpless.

The next day, Song Zhi took advantage of the kung fu to buy chai rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, and went to Zhao Zhuangzi in Zhaojiaban with the clothes sent by Wang Jun yesterday.

Intend to return things.

There were no people in the playhouse during the day, all the people in the playgroup were busy.

While everyone didn't pay attention to him, he got into the backstage, where they were all playing corners, wearing makeup, wearing costumes, some talking, some rehearsing, going in and out, and there was a lot of excitement.

He searched again and did not see the figure of Wang Jun. It stands to reason that he is the kid of this play, and he should be prepared in it.

"Mr. Song?"

Someone recognized him.

He heard the sound and saw a man with a harlequin make-up walking up to himself while flipping on his costume.

"Mr. Song, why are you here?" That was very surprised and excited.

"I'm here to find Wang Jun."

"Oh, unfortunately, Wang Jun didn't know where he went today? I didn't see anyone all day."

"No one?"

The man was also worried. He slapped his back to the palm of his hand and said, "It's not! There is a play waiting for him to come on stage tonight, but the man is gone, and he doesn't know where to go."

"What about then?"

"What can I do, I can only find someone to top it." The man asked curiously, "Just Mr. Song, what are you doing to find Wang Jun?"

He couldn't say that he came to pay the gift, so he had to sloppy, "Some small things, some small things."

"If the matter is not big, you tell me, and I will tell you if I see him later."

He quickly waved his hand, "No need, no need, I still tell him after seeing him."

"That's okay, I still have something to do here, so I'll be busy first."

"Okay."

The man was just about to leave with the costume, and stopped again. He took out a ticket from his body and put it in Song Zhi's hand. "Right? You happened to be here today too, just sit underneath and see."

Ever since this drama became popular, it's really hard to get a vote!

Song Zhi has no money and can't buy tickets, so he naturally looks down on them.

"Why does this mean?" he said.

The man said: "You are the hero of this drama, of course, make it work, I'll do it first, you can also turn around Mr. Song."

"it is good."

After the man left, Song Zhi looked at the ticket in his hand and respected it rather than obeyed.Then he put the ticket in his hand in his pocket and waited to watch the show at night.