Sleeping in Yangzhou Dream for Ten Years - Farewell Biography

Chunyu Xiaoxiao, few people in the audience were watching, but they were still singing on the stage. In this kind of grass stage class, one day of singing is one day's food, and they dare not stop even if it is windy or rainy. Even if you can't make a lot of money from singing, you can still make it through a day. After Shenshi, the sky was getting darker and darker, and there was a cold rain. There was a layer of moisture on my clothes, and it was so cold that it almost penetrated into my bones. The people in the place left again and became even thinner. On the contrary, the waiter became more and more enthusiastic, and did not hesitate to mix tea and water. Those who were still willing to sit down and watch at this time were all die-hard regular customers. There was a person in the corner that he had never seen before. The man wiped his face with his sleeves and looked over there under the pale sky. The man looked about thirty or so. He was wearing a broken hat with a loose edge on top, and his long and loose clothes were exposed underneath. His hair and high cheekbones, his clothes were disheveled and almost tattered into pieces, his figure was very thin, skinny and skinny, and he looked extremely haggard. It was early spring, but he wore a pair of worn-out straw sandals barefoot, making him look like a beggar. How did the beggar sneak into the place? Maybe he was hiding from the rain. The waiter was thinking about whether to drive him away. After walking a few steps, he noticed something strange. Although the man's clothes were torn and dirty, his hands and feet were very white and delicate, not like a beggar at all. Broken blood blisters from the straw shoes could be seen in the mud on his feet, and the ropes of the straw shoes were also full of blood stains. Who is this man? The man muttered and ignored him. He might get into trouble. Conception: