When Mr. Wang passed away, the Qin Opera theater in Weishui Town, which had been surviving for many years, closed down, leaving only one grandson and performer, Wang Yiping.
Wang graduated from elementary school. He practiced bone training for ten years. He had his voice hung up for three days. He was on the verge of unemployment. Yiping: "... It's over. I seem to be going bankrupt."
Villager A: "Then you're screwed. Now you need a high school diploma to wash the toilet."
Villager B: "As the old saying goes, drama has no distinction between families. You are an opera singer, so I guess you can act if you make do."
Wang Yiping: That makes sense.
After taking care of the funeral, Wang Yiping took care of everything and plunged into the pit of group performances.
A story about farming in the entertainment industry. There is a 1vs1 heroine who generates electricity for love and produces her own food. If you don't like it, just run away. If the author's heart is stimulated, it will break into slag at any time for you to see. Mwah!