I really don't want to be a teacher

Quietly listening to some voices and music mixed in my ears.

From time to time, gusts of chilly wind blow into the lobby through the open door,

Slightly disturbing the few incandescent lamps on the roof, shaking the shadows of people standing or sitting, laughing or talking under the lamps on the ground.

……

"... Xiaoyi's skill is better. Look at the eyebrows, how handsome they are."

Gusts of breeze were blowing, mixed with the sound of music, the old people who had changed their costumes, put on their hairpieces, put on their beards, and painted their faces stood up one after another.

Or posing, shaking their heads, humming a line or two, or looking in the mirror, or talking to the people next to them, looking towards the curtained back door from time to time,

"...Grandpa Yu, let me go and see if my dad has finished his makeup?"

"...No, don't worry, it should be soon."

Hearing someone praised her, the girl first smiled, followed by looking at the back door, and said aloud,

An old man surnamed Dong next to him waved his hand and said aloud.

"...Well... then, Uncle Yan, sit down first... We will start singing after my dad puts on his make-up."

The girl paused, then turned around, and said to the elderly people who were not wearing makeup or costumes,

"...Cheng Chengcheng, then we will take our seats first...Xiaoyi, you don't need to greet us, you can do whatever you want..."

Several old people responded with a smile,

"...Old Cheng, we'll just listen to your song today, so don't mess it up."

"...Go to hell..."

Several old people laughed and talked again, and walked towards the stage one after another with some stools placed,

Looking at Lian Ge, several old people sat down beside Lian Ge not far away.

……

"...Young man, you don't come here often."

After several old men sat down, one of them started talking to Lian Ge,

"Passers-by, listen to people, if you can listen to operas here, come and listen."

Smiling, he glanced at the figure of the old man in the aisle beside him, who was also walking towards the seat in front of the stage with his back bent,

Turning his gaze again, he looked at the old man who was talking next to him,

"...Now there are not many people who are used to listening to operas...I brought my son to listen to it a while ago, and the bastard talked about singing too slowly, so I was in a hurry..."

"... When you listen to an opera, you don't just listen to his stories, you also have to listen to his tunes...Young man, let me tell you... the old Xu here is the old troupe leader of this theater. That's right... that accent... But, the little class leader is not bad now, it's his son... When the time comes, when he comes on stage and sings, you'll be able to hear the flavor..."

As if to help solicit business, the old man who accosted him sat down next to Lian Ge and spoke to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge smiled and responded, then turned his gaze to the old man walking beside him,

The old man stood up again, listening to the old man's words, looking at the old man with a smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to notice Lian Ge's gaze towards this side, the old man couldn't help turning his head, and looked towards Lian Ge's side,

Facing the old man's turning gaze, Lian Ge looked at the old man again, and smiled at the old man.

Chapter 837

The body is slightly hunched, standing by the aisle, the old man in costume raised his head,

Looking at Lian Ge, there was some doubt in his eyes at first, followed by a little silence,

Standing still, he walked closer to Lian Ge's side, and sat down on a stool next to Lian Ge's side.

"... You came at the right time today, young man. Today is "Changban Po", which is the best play by Lao Xu and his family..."

The old man next to him seemed to want to help the dilapidated theater solicit business, leaving behind a regular customer, and said aloud to Lian Ge,

Just talking, gradually fell silent,

Beside him, sitting on the other side of Lian Ge, the old man in costume listened to the old man's words, first laughed, followed closely, then turned his head and looked towards the curtained back door,

"...When Old Xu sang "Changban Slope", his tone was different...Old Xu has sung "Changban Slope" all his life, and I have listened to it all his life. I am an old fan of his opera... ..."

The old man was talking, and gradually fell silent again.

Next to him, the old men who were still laughing and listening at first became silent after listening to the old man's words.

The old man sitting on the other side of Lian Ge, listening to the old man next to him, still had a smile on his face, but turned his somewhat cloudy eyes, looking at the back room covered with curtains, and at the stage set up in front of the lobby , the fundus of the eyes gradually became a little trance.

"...The current little troupe leader is not bad. He has sung with his father since he was a child. He has sung this play for many years. When he sang Changbanpo, he was not much worse than his father. If you listen to that accent, you won't be able to hear the smell..."

The old man who wanted to help attract customers was silent for a while, then smiled and said to Lian Ge,

"... By the way, young man... You are not from the neighborhood, are you far away from here?"

Turning his head again, the old man asked Lian Ge.

"It's a little far away, this time it's just passing by here."

Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the old man, and responded aloud,

Hearing the sound, the old man's eyes were a little lost, and then he looked at the stage in front of the lobby, and then remained silent,

"...Young man, you should listen to this play later. It is guaranteed to be enjoyable. Next time, you will pass by here and listen to it again."

The old man spoke aloud, then stopped,

Lian Ge nodded.

……

"...Sorry for keeping you guys waiting, Uncle Cheng."

"...It's okay, it's okay...Little class master's makeup is really good."

At this time, the middle-aged man in costume finished painting his face, and then came out from the back room,

Several old men in costumes walked over with the girl, and they stopped by the stage.

"... Can the little class master draw well... I think it's almost the same as Old Xu's drawing at the beginning..."

"...Little class leader, start singing now?"

Among the group of people playing with musical instruments and gongs and drums, an old man sat by the stage, turned his head, and asked the middle-aged man in costume,

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at the old man in some costumes and the girl beside him, then looked at Lian Ge and the old men sitting on the stage,

Turning back again, he nodded to the old man playing the music,

"...Uncle Zou, please trouble me."

The middle-aged man spoke loudly to the old men playing music.

The old man who spoke earlier waved his hand, then turned around,

"...Then let's start."

……

"...Boom boom boom... boom boom, boom boom..."

The seemingly crude stage has no curtains,

The old men playing music fiddled with the instruments in their hands,

The music sounded,

"...Old Cheng, you go first... from the second stage..."

"...Using troops is bound to be the winning ticket, and the universe is determined to build Qixun..."

"...My surname is Cao, my name is Cao, and my name is Mengde. Since..."

Walking, wearing a costume, the old man with a painted face stepped on the stage to the sound of the music, and sang,

Immediately afterwards, another old man in a costume and with facial makeup walked up to the stage,

The opera chanting mixed with the music and music sounded in the lobby.

……

"... lad, have you heard this play before?"

In front of the stage, there are seats,

Beside Lian Ge, the old man in costume turned his eyes away, his eyes were a little dazed, looking at the stage,

On the other side, the old man who had answered earlier looked at the stage, then turned to talk to Lian Ge,

"Barely understand."

Looking at the old people singing on the stage, listening to the sounds of music and chanting mixed in my ears,

Turning his gaze again, Lian Ge responded.

The old man who answered nodded his head when he heard the sound, then turned his head and looked towards the stage.

"...There aren't enough people to sing operas now. When it's time to turn to some parts that require a lot of people, they all skip some... It's been a long time since such a big play has been sung in this theater."

The old man looked at the performers on the stage, said aloud, then fell silent for a while,

"...In the past, Lao Xu...was the old troupe leader in this theater. When I first settled down here, I came here to listen to his first performance..."

"...Hey...Old Yan, I remember that I came with you..."

Another old man next to him came over and said with a smile,

"...No, I can't remember why I came here, and I don't know if I was free that day or something... It was in the afternoon, and I came here to listen to his first opera, which was "Changbanpo"... ... Hey, I was fascinated as soon as I heard it, and I listened to it for several days, and I just finished listening to Changbanpo..."

"... At that time, when Lao Xu sang Changbanpo, he sang very well... At that time, he was still young, and he could shoot a gun. He sang Zhao Yun... Later, listen It sounds like he is getting old, so he sang Liu Bei, and his son sang Zhao Yun..."

"... At that time, my old man was still there, and sometimes he sneaked out to listen to the opera... Hey, later, my old man was gone, my son was grown up, and I had another child..."

The old man who spoke to him gradually fell silent.

Listening quietly to the words of the old man next to him, the mixed opera singing in the lobby, and watching the changing dramas on the stage, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

Sitting on the other side of Lian Ge, the old man in costume smiled, looking at the old people sitting beside him,

"...That's it, I've listened to him all my life...Old Xu Chang Banpo sings really well."

After a while of silence, the old man who spoke to him looked at the stage and said something again.

The old man in the costume gradually turned his head and looked at the stage again.

On the stage, the middle-aged man dressed as Zhao Yun, and the girl who sang Danjia also stepped onto the stage at this time,

"...My lord, don't worry, wait until dawn, and then make sense..."

"...The night is quieter, the sky is colder, and the clothes are wet with tears..."

The singing sounded again on the stage, mixed with the sound of music, and sounded in the lobby.

Watching the play on the stage, several old theater fans sitting on the stage fell silent again.

The old man in a costume with a slightly hunched body looked at the middle-aged man singing on the somewhat crude stage, and the girl along the dan corner,

Looking at the changing scenes on the stage, his eyes became more and more dazed,

"...I also said big things in the Hanyang Court, and I wanted to protect him and his family.

Changbanpo lost the second wife of the emperor, as well as A Dou's little friend..."

On the stage, the middle-aged man dressed as Zhao Yun sang again,

Under the stage, the eyes of the old man in a costume were in a trance, leaning forward slightly, looking up the stage,

"Please don't be afraid, my lord, why are Cao soldiers in front of me..."

On the stage, a middle-aged man dressed in a costume and pretending to be Zhao Yun sang again,

The old man's eyes became more and more dazed, he watched, his mouth opened slightly,

"Throw off the lord and get on the horse, and lay down your life for the savior to kill the thief."

"... throw off the lord and get on the horse, lay down your life for the savior and kill the thief..."