I really don't want to be a teacher

"...I'm afraid it won't work."

At this moment, the stubborn old man turned his head at this time, looked at the people who were talking, fell silent for a while, and then said aloud,

"...I can't hold it anymore, the theater is here to stay... But what's the use of relying on old men like us to support it, and besides, how long can we live..."

"...Why doesn't it work? I'll drag my son and my daughter over to see it!"

Another old man said stubbornly,

The people next to me were silent one after another.

"...I'm afraid there's nothing I can do... If there's a way, that man's opera singer will definitely want to continue singing more than those of us who listen to the opera... This day is always late, there are just a few theatergoers..."

"...When I came to the theater today, Xiao Xu didn't even ask for your money, did she?"

Talking, drawing facial makeup, and changing costumes, some old people became more and more silent.

"...Today's show, I'm afraid it's the last show in this theater...Hurry up and change your clothes, and sing well..."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a costume walked into the room again,

The old people didn't go on talking, just like before, they continued to paint their faces and talk.

……

The middle-aged man who walked into the room in a costume looked into the lobby, at the old man next to him who was painting his face, then at Lian Ge,

Standing on his feet, he walked to the place next to the kettle, took out a disposable paper cup, poured a cup of tea, and walked towards Lian Ge,

"...Young man, let's have a cup of tea."

Walking up to Lian Ge, the middle-aged man handed the tea in his hand to Lian Ge,

"Thank you."

Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, took the tea, and thanked him.

The middle-aged man shook his head, stood up again,

"... We haven't had a new guest in the theater here in a long time. Hope you enjoy the play tonight, young man."

Turning his head again, the middle-aged man said something.

Lian Ge smiled slightly.

The middle-aged man stood up again, turned around, and walked towards the place next to the old people who were drawing faces.

……

"...Little head teacher..."

"...Uncle Cheng, Uncle Dong..."

"...Little class leader, our clothes and faces are not as good. You should go to put on your makeup too... When someone is coming to the theater, we will greet you for you."

The middle-aged man walked up to several old people and greeted them loudly,

Several old people also responded to the middle-aged man and said aloud.

"...Then I will trouble you, Uncle Cheng."

The middle-aged man nodded and spoke aloud.

"...What's the trouble? Little class leader, hurry up, we're here waiting to take the stage...Old Cheng, why are you urging me? I think you're addicted to drama...Hey, why are you talking? What does it mean that I am addicted to drama, you speak as if you don't want to go on stage..."

"...Then Uncle Cheng, sit down for a while, and I will come out after adding some makeup."

Several old people talked to each other again.

The middle-aged man said something more, turned around, and walked towards the stage, and the door on the other side wall covered with cloth curtains.

"...Little class leader, are you going to start singing?"

"...We'll have to wait a little longer, and I'll trouble you, Uncle Zou, with the matter of playing the music."

"...Why bother, anyway, when I'm alone in the room, my hands are itchy, and I feel like touching these guys every now and then."

……

"……dad!"

At this moment, a [-]-year-old Dan Jiao who had already painted his face ran out of the back room in a costume, and shouted at the middle-aged man,

"...Have you put on your makeup?"

"...It's done. Dad, what do you think?"

"It's good. Go and talk with your Grandpa Cheng and the others for a while, and greet you, Grandpa Cheng and the others."

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter, smiled, and responded with a smile.

"...Okay. Dad, how about I help you put on your makeup."

The girl responded, raised her head again, looked at her father, and said aloud.

"...No need...I will transform myself today."

Smiling, looking at his daughter, the middle-aged man shook his head.

"...Well... Dad, I have to leave tomorrow, and I have to go back to school one day earlier."

"...Okay. Have you bought your ticket?"

Na Danjiao paused, looked at his father again, opened his mouth, and said aloud.

The middle-aged man fell silent, paused, and nodded.

"...Buy it. The train tomorrow afternoon... Dad, why don't we have another show tomorrow morning. I bought the ticket late, so I must be in time."

The girl raised her head, looked at her father again, hesitated for a while, and said again.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, then looked at his daughter, a smile appeared on his face, he shook his head with a smile,

"...No need. Just buy the ticket. I'll take you to the station then... The seasons change in these two days, and the weather changes quickly. When you go out, bring some thick clothes. Don't catch the cold..."

The middle-aged man smiled and said to his daughter, stood up again, and walked towards the back room.

"it is good."

The girl responded, turned around, looked at her father,

Seeing his father walk into the back room, he stood up again before turning around.

Chapter 836

"...Old Cheng, add some more eyebrows to me. Look, you can draw these eyebrows..."

"...Take the mirror and add it by yourself, and I will practice my words..."

"...Old Cheng, you are cramming for the moment..."

"...Go to hell..."

"...Xiaoyi, you've put on your makeup. This painting is really good. It's better than your grandpa...better than your father...Old Cheng, come here to see this skill..."

"……roll roll roll……"

"...Grandpa Dong, Grandpa Cheng, do you need my help?"

"...No, no, no... They don't need each other, Xiaoyi, please help me draw it..."

"...Old Yang, you guys are trying out the tune, can you change the tune..."

"...I'm a fucking jerk, you think you're listening to music..."

in the lobby.

The middle-aged man walked into the back room.

Next to the stage, a few old people were still fiddling with the music in their hands, some music sounded from time to time, and stopped from time to time.

The girl who had painted the facial makeup walked to the side of the lobby who were changing costumes, painting facial makeup, and talking to some old people, helping them to greet them.

"...Xiaoyi, today I will be singing with you. If I forget the lyrics or something, please give me some pointers."

An old man sitting on a stool, with his head slightly tilted up, and a girl standing next to him, helping to draw the unfinished facial makeup,

"...Okay, Grandpa Yu."

The girl painted her face and responded with a smile.

"...Old Yu, if you can't do it, then I'll sing it. I'm familiar with this part."

The old man standing next to him who was talking to the person next to him turned his head and said with a smile,

"...Roll, still want to take Lao Tzu's role..."

The old man took advantage of the time when the girl was dipping in the paint, and then spoke angrily to the person next to him.

The old man next to him smiled, didn't speak any more, turned his head, and started chatting with the person next to him.

The old man turned his head, waiting for the girl to put some makeup on his face again,

"...Xiaoyi?"

A little cautious, the old man looked at the girl and asked again,

"...Ah? What's the matter, Grandpa Yu."

"...It's almost time for the school to start. You have to go back to school in these two days, right?"

Even more cautious, the old man sat, looked up at the girl, and asked aloud,

Next to them, some old people who were talking, changing costumes and putting on makeup couldn't help but stop talking, and turned their eyes towards this side,

On the side of the stage, some old men who were fiddling with musical instruments seemed to have heard the voice, and they didn't stop their movements. They just looked towards this side quietly,

"...Well. The bus ticket back to school tomorrow afternoon."

The girl turned around to get some fuel, paused for a while, then turned around, nodded, and responded.

Listening to the girl's words, the old men nearby couldn't help but fell silent.

"...Hey...then we can only sing some plays without dan roles...what kind of plays are there..."

The old man surnamed Dong next to him was silent for a while, then said with a smile,

Listening to old man Dong's words, the girl paused while she was drawing the facial makeup, turned around, looked at the stage again, and looked at the door leading to the back room covered by the curtain.

He pursed his lips and remained silent.

"...Why can't I sing a play with a female role? Can't I play it in reverse? My face is fair, so it's no problem to play a female role... I can also play a role in a female role..."

"...Fuck you, you wrinkled face, and you're wearing a dandy, this makeup powder is not enough for you to spoil..."

A few old men were talking again,

The voice of speech is mixed with the sound of music, and it is lively again.

……

There was some hot air escaping from the teacup, and under the incandescent lamp on top, some shadows were cast on the rough concrete floor.

Holding the tea in his hand, Lian Ge took a sip,

Listening to the voices of words mixed in my ears with the gusts of breeze,

Glancing at the edge of the stage, still fiddling with musical instruments, next to them, smiling, talking, old men with makeup on,

Turning his gaze again, he looked at the figure of an old man in a costume standing in the aisle next to some stools not far away.

After the middle-aged man entered the back room,

The old man didn't follow in again.

Just hunched over, standing in the lobby,

Looking up, I looked at the slightly crude and old stage, at the people playing with musical instruments beside the stage, at the side of the lobby, talking, changing costumes, and putting on makeup, looking at the helper A girl with facial makeup, talking to a few old people,

The old man smiled and watched.

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge turned his gaze away,

He didn't say much, took another sip of the tea in his hand,