The opening date was chosen on the last Saturday of December, and all the publicity had to be done in secret, considering that the legal department of the film and television company was ready to dig into the contract and sue me at any time. Skylar has come up with a cost-effective and unobtrusive way to take the girls to college towns and residential areas to hand out tickets to Drunken Dangtu. The ticket was designed by Lao K, and the theme was the curtain call performance of a generation of dance master Wang Xuejing, with a crooked poem attached. I don't know whether the flame is high or not when people gather firewood, but at least it's free. Together with the girls, I will not only perform on the stage, but also walk through the streets. Disliking the inconvenience of Chevrolet, I carried a girl on a small broken bicycle between the campus and the house in old Beijing, facing the cold winter wind, swimming like a fresh fish. Not only do we deliver tickets to people's homes, but we also do our best to stir up emotions and preach. When we don't know the business, we say it's a farewell performance to give back to society with free tickets. When we are more serious, we honestly explain that although we are not cultural giants, we have a heart to pursue art. Over the past few days, the results have been gratifying. Seven or eight out of ten of those who accepted complimentary tickets threw them on the ground and stepped on them as soon as they turned around, but the remaining two or three percent really expressed great interest and were willing to come. In the twinkling of an eye, on the last Friday of December,x56 line pipe, when all the thousands of tickets had been distributed, the optimistic girl asked, "We've got the smallest theater in the art center, with only about 200 seats. What if there are far more than 200 people in the audience?"? But most people are not so optimistic, especially Skylar, so I had the following conversation with her,uns c70600, which was full of resignation and compassion. Asked Skylar, on the day of the opening.. Can someone come? I said, look at God. I didn't expect God to make fun of us in the end. The weather suddenly changed in the early hours of Saturday morning, with sand and stones flying in Beijing, heavy rain and strong winds. On a day like this, I don't want to go outside to pick up passengers without a knife on my neck, let alone run out to watch an unknown dancer dance. The girls had just followed the crew of "Sending Tang Dynasty" to experience the excitement of all the people turning out, and suddenly they were desolate and miserable, and naturally they were not satisfied with it. Luo Bing, the theater is full of our own people. Do we still dance this dance? Even if there is only one audience, we have to dance seriously. Besides, are there few people? Quite a few. There must be a dozen or so. The girls were all very crestfallen and discouraged, so I gave them a voice of encouragement. I smiled and said that I had to go to the dressing room to prepare. As soon as I turned my back to the crowd, x70 line pipe ,a333 grade 6 pipe, I felt my legs were weak and my whole body was almost wilting. Laoniangpi is already waiting. She and I are all black hair, red clothes and barefoot. We will dance a double dance symbolizing inheritance and handover. This will be her first and last time on the stage in so many years. I must have thought about the return of Drunken Dangtu to the stage countless times, but never encountered such a cold reception. Unable to bear the look in my eyes, I hid in the dressing room just before the show began and gazed at the young man in the mirror. His red clothes were like mosquito blood, and his face was heavily painted with stage makeup, but there was no joy to match the red clothes and heavy makeup. Instead, he was like Jing Ke before the assassination of the Qin Dynasty, full of solemn and stirring. Immersed in my own brewing emotions, I could not extricate myself when I suddenly heard some noise coming from behind. I looked back and saw the wet Li Qiao appearing at the door. I don't know where he came from, but he just came out. I suddenly saw the best rainy day of my life. That rainy day is the same as today. The man's face wet by the rain is still handsome today. That day he appeared like a light, and today he still shines beside me. How did you get in here? "Can't I come to my theater?" "No.." I mean, why are you back? "I can't wait to find out how long you're going to keep this from me." "There's been too much going on lately, too much chaos. Which one are you asking about? Let me think about it." "Ask knowingly, you know I mean the matter of liquidated damages.". Yang Yan's divorce formalities were completed, and she told me everything she knew. "Li Qiao's eyes rolled around my face and asked," When are you going to ask me for help? " Before I could think about it, I blurted out instinctively, "Then you beg me, beg me, beg you for help.". Li Qiao made a gesture to make me a head ladle again. I could hide but I didn't. Fortunately, he withdrew in time, leaving only a gentle touch on my face. Think of me as a jerk, when I twist, when I take strength, I twist the beginning, still do not cooperate. Okay, I get it. The corners of Li Qiao's mouth showed a trace of dumbfounding expression, nodded, seriously, "Master yuan, I beg you." I made up my mind to fight a tug-of-war with this man about the dignity of men and dancers, but a cry of "Ye" made me jumpy and then elated. I didn't even have time to remember how long I hadn't called Li Qiao that. He had knelt down and not only gave me all the gold he had never given to anyone in his life, but also got into my red robe. In the twinkling of an eye, my sex instrument was already held between five cold and slender fingers. Li Qiao knocked the front end of it with his teeth. This action startled me again. He had never served me before. I served him. 3939. Finale Thanks to every reader who reads tirelessly to the end, every message is the driving force of my cultivation, let's see you in the next article! I wish everyone's dreams come true and a happy family. Drunken Dangtu is published! See Weibo for details [Author Winola] In addition to the girls who help without taking a penny, there is another character worth mentioning in this dance drama, Lao K. Old K often talks about his crooked poems, but his real identity is a rich businessman, and the name of chivalry is not a wave. He assembled a group of people who made a living under him to support me. Although it was late,x60 line pipe, there were more than forty people in Wuya. They entered the theatre dripping wet, bringing a muddy and indiscernible smell. The girls were not too grateful and told me that these people could only fill the field at most, and they didn't know anything about art. lksteelpipe.com