I really don't want to be a teacher

The middle-aged man in the audience continued to sing, and the slightly opened mouth of the old man in the audience made some chanting sounds at the same time,

And this time,

On the other side, the old man who spoke to him earlier also looked at the stage, and chanted,

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

On stage and off stage,

A middle-aged man dressed as Zhao Yun, an old man in a costume, an old man listening to a play,

Three chanting voices mingled in Lian Ge's ears and sounded.

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Chapter 838 On stage and off stage

"……call……"

A gust of chilly wind blows into the room through the open door, slightly shaking the shadow of the person under the lamp,

Mixed with some singing on and off the stage.

Sitting, listening to the sound of three chants on stage and off stage,

Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"Has the old man been singing for a while?"

Seeing the changing scenes on the stage, Lian Ge said something in a calm tone without turning his eyes away.

Beside him, leaning forward, the stooped old man chanted a sentence, opened his mouth slightly, stopped his voice, and looked at the stage with dazed eyes.

On the other side, the old man who was humming along heard Lian Ge's words, turned his head, and responded with a smile,

"...I've listened to this play for a long time, and I like to hum a few lines along with it on weekdays. It's not as good as Lao Xu and his family's singing, but it's been a while... When I was young, Lao Xu sang on stage, After coming to listen to it a few times, I can hum a sentence or two... After a long time, sometimes, I don't know whether I came to listen to Lao Xu's opera, or just want to come and sit... Some time ago, I sang along with him on stage, but I still can't compare with Lao Xu's singing, it's not so good..."

The old man smiled and said,

"... With your two voices, you are still comparable to old Xu, even me and you... Listen to me humming to you...'Please don't be afraid, my lord, why is Cao Bing in front of me'... ..."

Next to him, another old man came over, said with a smile, and hummed a few words,

"...Heh, I can't compare with Lao Xu, and I can't compare with you...Old Xu has sung all his life, and I have listened to it all my life..."

"...as if no one is the same..."

Laughing, the two old men were talking to each other, but their voices were kept very low, so as not to disturb the performers on stage.

At this time, the old man sitting on the other side of Lian Ge looked at the opera singing on the viewing platform, turned his head, and looked at Lian Ge,

"...It has been sung for some years."

The old man fell silent again, nodded, and said something aloud.

"...When I was young, as far as I can remember, it seemed like I was learning to sing... Then, in the blink of an eye, it's been so many years."

To add another word, the old man's body was slightly hunched, he leaned forward, raised his head, and looked towards the stage, his cloudy eyes became more and more dazed.

"The old man can't let go of this stage?"

Without turning my eyes away, I looked at the people singing on the stage, the changing plays, listening to the sounds of music and chanting mixed in my ears,

Lian Ge said something again.

Listening to Lian Ge's words, the old man in costume was still looking at the stage, his eyes were a little dazed,

Beside, several old movie fans who were laughing and talking, the old man stopped their voices one after another, fell silent,

They turned their heads one after another, looked towards the stage, looked at the stage, the smile on their faces faded away, and they remained silent.

"……hey-hey……"

After the old man who spoke to him was silent for a while, he looked at the stage and laughed with his mouth open, wanting to say something,

But after all, he didn't say a word, just laughed again, and fell silent again.

"...It's been so many years, I really can't let it go...Old Xu has been singing on the stage for many years, and we have been listening here for many years, watching him sing from Zhao Yun to Cao Cao on the stage, and then sing again Liu Bei, watching him in the audience, his son has grown up slowly, when his son was still young, he was still hanging around in front of me, helping his father pour tea, and we helped Lao Xu educate his son... hehe , In a blink of an eye, his son's children are all this old..."

"...Who can let it go, it's been so many years...I remember the time when old Xu just settled here... At that time, I had a photoshoot in my room, and the first time I met him, I brought him People came to Lao Xu to listen to the opera, and I was a little strange when I heard Changbanpo. I told people, how beautiful this Changbanpo is... Later, after being married for so many years, my wife also said Well, how can I take this girl to listen to Changbanpo when we met for the first time... Hey... Now, my wife has been away for some years, and when I have free time, I still want to come here for a sit-down , listen to this old Xu's family, here on the stage, singing and singing..."

"... Hey, I'm younger than you... At that time, I was just a teenager, and I followed my father's ass to come here once, and I forgot how old Xu sang on stage at that time Duan, I remember that it sounded really good at that time... But at that time, the house was not rich, and I didn’t have the money to listen to operas every day. I helped the house to finish the work, so I sneaked over and hid under the window. , look in the window, hide there and listen..."

"...Old Yan, your mother is doing fare evasion!"

"... Hey, haven't I made it up for all these years?"

"... At that time, I wanted to learn how to sing with old Xu, but I ran out of the house. Before I got here, my father took me back."

"...When I have a doll, I'll bring him to see it too, but ah, he just doesn't like listening to operas..."

"... Hey, in a blink of an eye, after so many years... I don't know whether I want to listen to Lao Xu's opera, or come here to see..."

A few old men and old theater fans talked to each other, and fell silent one after another. They just turned their heads again and looked at the stage, on the stage.

Listening to some voices and music mixed in his ears, Lian Ge didn't say much, and didn't turn his eyes away.

Next to him, the old man in costume was dazed again, he paused, then turned his head, echoing Lian Ge's words,

"...Yeah, I can't let go of this stage."

Speaking aloud, the old man looked at the old men and theater fans sitting under the viewing platform,

Turning his head again, looking at the opera sung on the stage, he fell silent.

"... After defeating General Zhang He in the Liuhe gun battle, we will look for the second queen, Adou.

But inside, I suddenly heard crying..."

"...I'm calling Taoyuan brother Liu Guanzhang, the rare Mrs. Mi, Prince Adou!"

On the side of the stage, a few old people with musical instruments were still playing music, and on the stage, people in costumes were still singing,

The sound of chanting, music and music is mixed, and it resounds on and off the stage.

"...A while ago, when the end came, I wanted to go on stage and sing another play..."

"...Thinking, my old friends are still waiting outside, so I groped and got up from the bed, trying to put on the costume again..."

The sound of singing and music mixed together. The old man watched the changing scenes on the stage, fell silent for a while, then spoke aloud, and gradually stopped talking again.

Beside, a few old theater fans were still looking at the stage, each in a daze.

"...A while ago, Lao Xu left."

Next to him, the old man who spoke to him before, fell silent for a while, then turned around and said to Lian Ge,

"...The day before we left, Lao Xu said that he would sing Changbanpo again that day, and that he would pretend to be Zhao Yun. At that time, we laughed at him. He is so old that he can't even shoot a gun. It's moving, why are you singing about Zhao Yun..."

"...That day, in the morning, some of us said to come to help, and his son was also talking to us... Then we heard rustling noises in the back room, which should be Lao Xu got up... After a while, I heard Lao Xu shouting in the room, calling for his son, calling for his son to help put on and off the makeup... At that time, he probably couldn't lift his hands anymore, so he Thinking of his son to help him..."

"...His son responded to him, and Lao Xu stopped answering in the room. If there was any movement, he quickly went to the back room to have a look... and saw that Lao Xu had lost his temper..."

"...He, I guess he can't let go of this stage."

The old man was talking, then turned his head and looked at the stage,

On the other side, the old man in costume raised his head, silently, watching the changing scenes on the stage, his eyes dazed.

Chapter 839

"...Knowing that he is aggressive, can it be said that I am ignorant of Zhao Yun.

Move the saddle and stirrups and get on the horse, how can I spare my life just to find the Lord..."

"...When I was young, I started to remember things, so I learned to sing from my father..."

Gusts of breeze slightly shake the shadow of the person under the lamp.

Watching the several old men on stage, each of them was a little silent,

The stage play is still changing.

Looking at the stage, the eyes of the old man in the costume became more and more dazed, he was silent for a while and then said aloud,

The voice of the old man was mixed with the sound of singing and music on the stage.

"... At that time, it was still in the chaos of war. It was just a small theater troupe with only a few people. There was no fixed place. I had to change places from time to time for work, so I ran around..."

"...When I got to a certain place, I found a place to set up a stage after I set my feet down, and made some arrangements. Follow the side to see, help move the stool, wipe the dust..."

"...When I was in one place, I could hear someone hanging their voices outside early in the morning, busy with some things, and listening to some movement outside the house, I just got up from the bed and practiced basic skills...while practicing , Sometimes my father teaches me, and my father is not free, so a few other people teach me... Later, slowly, I can practice on my own."

"...At that time, during breakfast, later...there were only so many people in the small troupe. People in the troupe not only had to sing opera, but also had to do other things. When everyone got up, they hung their throats. I was busy again, arranging some stage, making some decorations in front of the stage, setting up some seats, and boiling some water, so as to welcome the people who watched the theater... Only after these things were done, did I have breakfast...

At that time, it seemed that I was very hungry. After eating the food the night before, my stomach was rumbling again the next morning... When I was practicing basic skills in front of the house, I couldn’t stop going to the stage. , look in the kitchen to see when it's time to eat... My dad will come to me as soon as he passes by me..."

The old man in the costume was slightly hunched, he raised his head, looked at the stage, his eyes became more and more dazed, and a smile gradually appeared on his face,

"...by the time I finish practicing the basic skills, it's usually not time to eat... I just follow and run to the stage to help with the arrangement and move some things..."

"... After breakfast, if there is a play to be sung in the afternoon, the people in the small theater troupe will start to make up...Sometimes, let me stand by and follow along to see how the troupe perform Makeup...sometimes there are not enough people in the theater troupe, so I'm asked to stand guard in front of the stage...for fear that some people who come to the theater will come early, and no one greets them..."

"...Wait for a few people in the troupe to put on their makeup, and the people outside to watch the show will start to come... When you go to a certain place, there will be more people coming to see the show for a few days, and then gradually, there will be fewer people. It's..."

"...they were singing on the stage, and I listened below, and I also helped greet the people who came down to watch the opera, and poured tea... If I didn't need my help, I would hide behind the stage... the stage When there is no one behind, I listen to the opera singers on the stage, hide behind the stage, sing along, and wield the knife and stick placed behind the stage... I think it's very interesting..."

In the lobby, the voice of the old man was mixed with the sound of opera.

Looking at the stage, the old man had a smile on his face, and his eyes became more and more dazed, as if he was recalling, and continued to say,

"...after a performance is over, after the people who came to listen to the opera have left, the troupe will start to eat lunch, and they don't take off their makeup, for fear of delaying the time...after eating, rest, and then go back For the second act..."

"...When the singing is late, it will already be night when the show is over. Earlier, it was almost dark.

After sending away those who came to watch the theater, pack up, and after dinner, the night will be late..."

"...Day by day, just live like that. There are fewer people waiting for a place to watch the show, so I pack up again and change to another place..."

Lifting his head, the old man looked at the stage, eyes dazed, paused, and then continued to speak,

"...At that time, when the troupe sang operas, they would make some tea to moisten their throats, drink it to nourish their throats... When my father and the others made the tea, I followed suit and followed suit. Holding a bowl to drink...when there is sugar in the kitchen, I will put a little sugar in it...the taste is really delicious..."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the old man's face, his voice became lower, and he paused again.

"...At that time, after the theater troupe arrived at a certain place, they would always reserve a day and a half for a few people in the theater troupe to visit that place, sometimes when there were fewer people coming to the theater , Sometimes I have to leave a day or two before. It is also to buy some needed things..."

"...When my father goes out, I always let my father take me with him. I feel that the street is lively... He buys some fabrics for sewing costumes and some things for makeup... I follow my father everywhere, then After a while, I don’t feel tired, and I find everything interesting... Waiting for my father to buy the things he wants to buy, and he is going back, he will always buy me some food... There are candied haws sold on the street, I was selling lard cooking cakes...my dad walked back with the things he bought, and I followed him, walking all the way, eating the food my dad bought for me, eating it all the way..."

With a smile on his face, the old man looked at the stage, his eyes became more and more dazed, lost in thought, recalling, and continued talking,

"...Just like this day by day, my father and the others sang opera on stage, and I learned from them offstage. Slowly, I grew up a little bit in that small troupe..."

"...Further back, at that time, I was twelve or thirteen years old, and I followed my father and the others to a small town just like before."

The old man said aloud, hunched over, raised his head, looked at the stage, and gradually fell silent,

He paused again, and then continued speaking out loud,

"...I found a small yard, set up a stage just like before, and prepared to sing a few plays in that small town."

"... That day, in the afternoon, my father and the others were singing on the stage, and I was listening under the stage, and I also helped greet the guests... Waiting to pour a cup of tea for another guest, someone in the troupe was free No, I don’t need to be busy greeting guests any more, I still want to go to the back of the stage, play with some useless opera knives and sticks behind the stage, and sing a few random words... As soon as I turned around, I saw the courtyard Outside the wall, outside the hollowed-out decoration, there is a person looking through the hole, towards the courtyard and the stage."

"...It was a girl, about the same age as I was at that time, wearing some old clothes, staring at the stage intently, as if she was fascinated by the drama on the stage."

"... Just when I looked over. It seemed that someone called her from outside the courtyard wall. She looked at the stage again, then turned around and ran away."

"... At that time, I was still wondering if she would come to watch a play by the courtyard wall the next day. Seeing her appearance, she must like to watch a play... But, she came only once. ..."

The old man's eyes were in a trance, and he gradually showed some smiles, followed by his voice getting lower and paused again, before continuing to speak,

"...When I saw her again, it was her father who sent her to the troupe."

"...They said they wanted her to learn opera from my father and the others...Actually, they just wanted us to give that girl a bite of food so that she wouldn't starve to death."