I really don't want to be a teacher

Chapter 840

"...Finally, after discussing with several members of the troupe, my father decided to keep the girl."

"... At the beginning, she didn't talk much, just let her learn the basic skills, let her help greet the people who came to the theater, and she helped pour tea... Later, it got better after a long time .”

"...My father asked her to take care of her, and I let her follow me... At that time, I was quite happy to have someone of the same age..."

The hunched, old man in costume raised his head, seemed to be looking at the opera sung on the stage, and seemed to be looking further away, his eyes became more and more dazed, and a smile gradually appeared on his face,

"...Later... in the morning, when my father and the others were making stage layouts, she and I were practicing basic skills by the yard... When my father and the others were singing on the stage, the two of us also hid in the theater Behind them, they sang indiscriminately, waving their singing knives and sticks indiscriminately, and the two of them walked in a decent manner. Sometimes they even found out some tools for applying makeup, and put some makeup on their faces... At that time, they were still I haven't learned much, they put on makeup on each other, and the corners of Shengdan are also painted..."

"...That's it. Watching my dad and the others sing on the stage, we will learn from them off the stage. Every day we are in front of the stage, next to it, and it's as big as a little bit."

"...After I got older, I married that girl back then, and she is my wife..."

Talking about the things on and off the stage, the old man had a smile on his face, as if looking at the stage, his eyes became more dazed, and he gradually fell silent again.

A gust of fresh wind blows into the room through the door next to the lobby, mixing,

The sound of opera on the stage, the sound of some words under the stage,

"... Hey, it's still the old Xu's family who sing this song well. You can't even hear it in other places."

"...The little class leader's singing is not much worse than that of Old Xu...heh...just like Old Xu..."

"...A few days ago, I dreamed about my wife, I dreamed that my wife and I came to listen to Lao Xu's opera together..."

Beside, a few old theater fans who were listening to the play looked at the stage, each said something, and each was a little silent again.

Listening to some voices and opera sounds mixed in my ears,

Lian Ge didn't turn his eyes away, and didn't make a sound to disturb, just watched the gradually changing scene on the stage, and quietly listened to the old man's narration.

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"... I was on stage at a relatively early age, and there were only a few people in the troupe. When I sang bigger plays, I was always short of people. When I met some plays that I could sing, I would be asked to go on stage...just When I was a little older, I would go on stage.

At that time, standing on the stage, imitating my father and the others in singing, and listening to the audience shouting, I thought it was quite interesting.

However, at that time, I hadn't studied the basic skills for a few years, and most of the time I just stayed on stage for a while, which was considered to be a help and make up the numbers. "

The old man looked at the stage, his eyes were in a daze, he was silent for a while, and then he continued,

"... When it was really my turn to sing on stage, it was already when I was sixteen or seventeen... The first play I sang was Changbanpo."

The old man was talking, looking at the stage, and then paused,

On the stage, the singers are still singing, and the musicians are still playing music,

The sound of music, mixed with the sound of chanting, followed the steps of the people on the stage.

"... That day, I stopped in a small town for a while. At that time, they were not very rich. Those who wanted to come to listen to the opera, and some time ago, they all came here... The people who came to listen to the opera, except for those The number of old theater fans has gradually decreased. In addition, that day, in the morning, it happened to rain, and in the afternoon, the rain stopped, and the road was still wet. There were even fewer people coming to the theater... just sporadic A few people are sitting under the stage...

The people in the troupe said, just let me try, there are few people, even if the performance fails, it’s nothing... My father thought about it, and agreed, let me go on stage and sing Changbanpo... "

"...This play is the first play my father taught me, and I was young at that time, and I also liked to play with guns and sticks... I am also proficient in this play.

Hearing that my father asked me to go on stage for a while, I hurriedly went to put on makeup and change clothes... I can't tell what I felt in my heart at that moment... Before that, I always thought, when I go on stage, I will definitely go straight If you are so popular, you can easily become a famous actor... At that time, it seems that you are just thinking, after practicing for so many years, you will finally be on stage..."

"...The makeup on my face was put on by my later wife... After I changed my clothes... I heard the sound of music in front of the stage, and my father asked me to go to the front to get ready... "

"...When it was my turn to take the stage, I walked up to the sound of the music... I can't remember the reaction of the audience below, but I remember that I should be happy at the bottom of my heart, but also a little nervous... ...But I sang and sang later, I didn't feel nervous anymore, I just followed the playbook and sang along with the others... After the singing was over, and they all walked off the stage, I seemed to realize that I This is the first time I've officially sung on stage, and it's over."

The old man said, looking at the stage, paused for a while, and then continued speaking aloud,

"...After that scene, the sporadic audience sitting below did not make me popular. That scene didn't fail, it seemed to be the same as so many previous scenes, it was just a troupe Such a play to be sung every day...

It's just that after singing, I take a bowl of tea to moisten my throat, and when I drink it, I feel extra comfortable..."

"...After that, there was one scene after another, and then my wife also took the stage in the next scene, and I put the makeup on her..."

"...At the beginning, from time to time, we would both go on stage and sing one or two plays... Later, slowly, most of the plays in this small troupe would be on stage."

"...In such a scene, time passes day by day..."

"...I just watched, on the stage my father is getting older, and I am also growing up on the stage..."

"...Get up every day, hang your throat, recite the basic skills, pack your things, set up the stage, put on makeup and sing..."

"...When I sang Changbanpo again, my father sang Xu Sheng, and I played Zhao Yun..."

The old man was slightly hunched, raised his head, looked at the stage, spoke aloud, then gradually fell silent, his eyes became more and more dazed,

On the stage, a middle-aged man in costume and makeup was dancing with weapons used in opera and singing lyrics.

The chanting on the stage, mixed with the music, resounded in the hall.

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"...afterwards,"

"...At that time, it was the time when the war was raging. In order to avoid the war and avoid disasters. Several members of the theater troupe got separated, and only my father, me, and my wife were left together..."

The old man was silent for a while, then spoke again and continued,

"...In order to find a more peaceful place, the three of us walked all the way... When we encountered some peaceful towns, a few of us barely sang a few plays as a job..."

"...Later, my father was on the road, fell ill, was not caught, and fell on the road...it was just me and my wife...There was no place to live anywhere, and my wife and I just Being able to walk all the way... Barely relying on singing a play or two, begging for food..."

"...And then, the chaos of war finally passed, and it was peaceful... My wife and I also came here..."

As he spoke, the old man turned his gaze a little more, his gaze was a little dazed, and he looked into the lobby.

Chapter 841 The People Sitting Under the Stage

"... At that time, it was just peaceful."

"...my wife and I walked here and dropped our feet here."

"...At that time, this was a small county town that wasn't very big. Here, it's still a corner of the county town."

"...I don't have anything else to make a living, so I still want to sing opera."

On the stage, the sung plays are still changing,

Under the stage, the old man in the costume looked at the lobby, turning his somewhat muddy eyes, looking more and more dazed,

He fell silent for a while, then spoke again,

The music was mixed with the libretto, and the old man's narration sounded in the lobby.

"...I searched around and found this place. Although it is a bit out of the way and a bit worn out, the place is spacious after all."

"... After discussing with my wife for a while, I took this place... At that time, the window had some holes, and only a window frame was left there... My wife and I decided to just buy the place. Paste the window with some waste newspaper..."

The old man turned his head slowly, his eyes were a little dazed, he looked at the window next to the lobby, and said aloud,

"...Now, the window frames are all rotten..."

The old man was talking, looking at the window frame which was shaking slightly with the gust of breeze, and fell silent again, his eyes became more and more dazed.

Watching the play on the stage, listening to some voices mixed in his ears, Lian Ge didn't say anything, just listening to the old man's narration quietly.

In the lobby, a little quieter,

It seems that there is only the breeze mixed with the music.

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"... After some windows and doors were repaired and the house was tidied up."

"...My wife and I, little by little, set up the stage."

"...I nailed some boards, and my wife helped cut some fabrics and did some stage decorations."

"... First, a layer of soil and stones were compacted, and then some wooden boards were found to be laid on top of it, and a piece of cloth was covered on the wooden boards."

The old man looked at the slightly shaking window by the lobby, fell silent for a while, then slowly turned his head, looked at the stage in front of the lobby, his cloudy eyes became more and more dazed, and then continued to say down,

"...It took a while, that's it, my wife and I have finished the stage."

"...I went to find some benches that could be repaired here, and then bought some more, and put them in the lobby..."

"...It's just me and my wife, and it's not enough to sing a big show, so I invited a few more people temporarily."

"...That's it, I sang my first show here."

The old man looked at the play sung on the stage, his eyes were in a daze, he paused, and continued talking aloud,

"...In the past, when the troupe was still there, they often sang Changbanpo's play, so they were more familiar with it. After settling here, the first play was performed, and they sang Changbanpo's play as well."

"...That day, a lot of people came to watch the theater..."

As the old man said, he turned his somewhat cloudy eyes and looked at the lobby again,

Looking to the side again, those old movie fans who were sitting silently,

"...From noon, there was a break in the middle, and the singing continued until the evening. Waiting to see off the last batch of guests, I packed up my things, and it was already night."

"...I didn't realize it until the busy work was over. The two of us stood on the stage again and sang for a whole day... I was a little tired, but I always felt comfortable in my heart..."

The old man turned his head slowly again,

Crouching, sitting, looking up, then looking at the stage, looking at the opera sung on the stage,

"...That's it, we fell down here... Afterwards, it's just a scene..."

"...It's just like when the little theater troupe was still there. Every morning when I wake up, I just hang my voice, practice the basic skills, and then I'm busy tidying up, setting up the stage, busy with breakfast, and after breakfast, I put on makeup. Waiting for the guests to come, then go on stage and sing...waiting for the evening, when I'm free, talk about the operas sung during the day, and mend some costumes..."

"...Every day, some people come to the theater, some are older, some are younger, some come with their father, some come together as a couple...some are happy, some are sad...some The couple are angry, and some are teasing their own dolls... just like on the stage..."

"... Time, just like this day by day... I followed my wife and sang a play on the stage. Slowly, under the stage, some old people couldn't come..."

"...Sometimes, after the opera is over, I will have a few words with the people who come to the opera. I come here more often, and I gradually become familiar with them. I also often listen to them talk about their affairs. "

"...Slowly, some of the frequent visitors are getting older."

"...My wife and I are singing on the stage here every day..."

"...In the future, I will have my own child."

The old man said, raised his head, looked at the stage,

"...His mother became weaker after giving birth to him, and often fell ill... Sometimes, I let her rest, but she still smiled and told me, where can I find Danjiao when she rests? ...That's it, a few more years passed. When the child was three years old, she fell ill again, and she didn't survive...and went..."

The old man looked at the stage, looked at the west stage, talked, and fell silent for a while.

"...Where are you going? I stayed by her bedside. She had been in a coma for a long time, and then she suddenly woke up again.

She looked at me, and first asked, how is the child, and I said the child is asleep.

She answered, and then looked at me for a long time, with a smile on her face, and told me with a smile, let me put on makeup for her. "

The old man's eyes became more and more dazed, and he said aloud again,

"...I responded and put makeup on her... She asked me to support her, leaning against the head of the bed, sat up, took the pen, and put makeup on my face..."

"...The makeup is done, she said, I don't have much strength, and I can't paint as well as before."

"...I said it's fine."

"...She looked at me, smiled and said to me, let me sing a play for her."

"...I asked her what she wanted to hear."

"...she said... you can sing Changbanpo again, I want to hear you sing Changbanpo again..."

"...I said yes... I just squatted on the edge of her bed, held her hand, and sang Changbanpo."

As the old man spoke, his whole body trembled gradually, and he raised his head, not knowing whether he was looking at the stage, the play on the stage, or looking further away, his eyes became more and more dazed,

"... She, just listening to it like this, lost her temper a little bit."

While talking, the old man gradually stopped talking, fell silent, trembling all over, just looking at the stage, his eyes dazed.

Next to them, those old men and old theater fans were still looking at the stage, their eyes were also a little dazed, as if they were remembering.

On the stage, the opera singers still sang the libretto, and the old people playing the music by the stage were still playing the music.

On the stage, the sung plays changed.

I glanced at the people singing on the stage, the singing.Next to the audience, sitting and watching a few old men, old theater fans.

Turning his gaze again, Lian Ge glanced at the old man sitting on the other side,