I really don't want to be a teacher

Turning his gaze back again, he didn't say anything, just quietly listening to some voices mixed in his ears.

in the lobby,

There are only gusts of chilly breeze blowing in, swirling the lyrics, music and music on the stage.

It became more and more quiet.

Chapter 842 You Sing Really Well

"...the savior in front of Changbanpo, seven in and seven out to show off his prestige..."

The people on the stage danced and sang with swords and guns, stepped on the sound of music, and sang libretto.

Next to him, looking at the stage, the old man who spoke to him earlier followed suit, humming,

The gusts of breeze are mixed with the sound of chanting, music, and humming.

"...you sing so well...so good..."

The old man hummed, his eyes were a little dazed, he looked at the stage, and said aloud,

"...Yeah...you sing really well..."

Another old theater fan next to him also followed, murmured, said something aloud, and gradually fell silent again.

……

On the other side, the hunched, sitting old man looked up at the stage,

After a long silence for a while, he turned his eyes again, looked at the old theater fans next to him, and looked at the lobby, his eyes became more and more dazed,

"...In the future, it's like before... In the morning, I get up and hang my voice, pack things with some invited people, set up the stage...then, put on makeup, sing opera..."

"...Just on this stage, the days go by day by day."

"...I just stood on this stage, singing a play, and watching batches of audiences coming and going under the stage."

"...The familiar ones, the ones who come here often, are getting more and more familiar, and the younger ones are slowly getting married and have their own children..."

"...Some gradually stopped coming, and some still came from time to time... I was singing on the stage, and they were listening below..."

"...Slowly, my child is getting older, and I am getting older."

"When I grow up a bit, just like my father did at the beginning, teaching him basic skills, teaching him to sing... When I was tidying up and setting up the stage, he also followed me around, from time to time, just went to Fiddling with the knife and stick used in singing... When I was singing, sometimes I could see him, and sang along... I drank the tea to moisten my throat, and he also took it, holding the cup to drink... ..."

The old man was talking, and then looked at the stage, the middle-aged man who was stepping on the steps and singing the opera, there was a smile on his face, and then he became silent,

"...That's it, day by day, he's getting older, and I'm getting older, so there's no need for me to guard him and practice basic skills."

"...When he was on stage for the first time, I let him sing Chang Banpo and play Zhao Yun, and I helped him put on makeup... Waiting for him to go on stage, I also stepped on stage... After stepping on the stage, I seemed to realize that I was not playing Zhao Yun, but my son."

"...Once the show is over, old friends below, just tell me, old Xu, your son can sing Zhao Yun."

"...In the future, I often sing Zhao Yun's songs, and I will gradually become my son. I, from a young age, will slowly become an old student day by day... And then, my son will have his own child..."

"...On this stage, I have lived this life..."

The old man raised his head and looked at the stage. He didn't know whether he was looking at the opera sung on the stage or at the people singing on the stage. His eyes were in a daze, and he said aloud,

After pausing his gaze again, the old man turned his head slowly again, looking at the old fans on the stage on the other side, the old man,

"...My old friends are getting older day by day, have their own children, have grandchildren...Although, they have heard all the plays I sang, but after a while, they are free , I will still come and sit down..."

"...I asked them, and they just said, don't have a place, it doesn't taste like you sing in an opera."

"...I have sung on the stage all my life, and they have listened to it off the stage all my life..."

"...I didn't do anything for them, I just sang a show on the stage here, but they always miss me..."

The old man was talking, then paused, and then continued,

"...Old Yan, he likes to listen to Chang Banpo, and thinks this play is lively...Old Cheng, when he likes to listen to operas, he also hums along with him...Old Yang, he used to follow his wife Come here together, and later on, just come here with Lao Yan and the others..."

The old man was talking, then slowly turned his head, looking at the stage,

"...I really can't let it go, I can't let go of this stage...it's coming to an end in a blink of an eye."

The voice of the old man is mixed with the singing on the stage,

On the side of the stage, several people playing the music are working hard to play the music. On the stage, the singers are stepping on the steps, singing the libretto,

However, the play on the stage is drawing to a close.

"...It's the end, I still want to sing another play on this stage..."

The old man in the costume spoke aloud, raised his head, looked at the stage, and gradually became silent again, his eyes became more and more dazed.

"... Ask the lord to send me to pay my respects, as a minister, I still have more to say.

This is the face-to-face meeting of the crown prince, and Mistress Mi threw herself into a well to mourn her death..."

On the stage, the sound of music and music mixed with the sound of libretto resounded in the lobby.

Under the stage, a few old theater fans raised their heads, looked at the stage, and sat up even more.

After another burst of music and singing,

The sound of music and music, and the voice of chanting gradually faded.

The drama is over.

The middle-aged man who sang the opera stood on the stage, was silent for a while, then stood still, looking from the stage to the front of the stage, looking in the lobby,

Only then turned around and walked down the stage, the others were also a little silent, followed, and walked off the stage.

"... good... well sung..."

"...Little class leader, this Changbanpo is still your family's singing..."

"... Hey, it's really good, it's almost the same as old Xu's singing at the beginning..."

Under the stage, a few old theater fans stood up from their stools, clapped their hands, and said loudly to the stage,

It's just that their eye sockets were a little red, and there were some muddy tears in their eyes, which did not fall.

Seeing those who came down, the singers, Lian Ge also got up from the stool again.

Next to him, the old man looked at the stage again. On the stage, looking at his son who came down, he also bowed his waist, stood up, and looked at the singer who came down the stage, the old man's eyes became more and more dazed.

"Mr. Xu's singing of Changbanpo is indeed very good."

Glancing at the old man beside him, Lian Ge then looked at the middle-aged man who walked down the stage and walked towards this side and said aloud,

"...That's right, the little class leader's singing is no worse than that of Lao Xu today...the singing is really good..."

Beside, a few old movie fans also followed, talking.

"……thanks, thanks……"

The middle-aged man first thanked Lian Ge, and then thanked a few old men and old theater fans,

Looking at a few old theater fans again, it seemed that he wanted to say something, but fell silent again.

"...Little class leader, you go to remove your makeup first... By the way, little class leader,"

Beside, the old man surnamed Cheng came closer, first said aloud, then looked at the middle-aged man, a little cautiously, and then said,

"...Little class leader, I don't want to return this key to you because I have this key on me...the opera was sung here, and the stage costumes, knives and sticks have not been cleaned up...wait for us to come to help you clean it up tomorrow morning So that you don't have to work alone... come early, and don't get up to open the door..."

"...When it's cleaned up, I'll take the costumes for you to wash, and it will be convenient for you to wear them when you sing the show..."

The old man surnamed Cheng said with a smile,

"...Old Yan, this old guy, still dislikes my sweaty clothes..."

"... Hey, you old Cheng, did you say that you sweat a lot..."

A few old men laughed and spoke again,

The middle-aged man was still listening, still a little silent.

"...Uncle Cheng, you probably won't be singing any more during this time..."

After another silence, the middle-aged man said something.

Immediately afterwards, the laughing and talking old people stopped talking and became silent.

Chapter 843 The Last Show

"...It's okay, I'll pack it up there, and I'll take it out and wear it when I sing Changbanpo's play later..."

In the lobby, several laughing and talking old people fell silent one after another.

After a pause, the old man who spoke to him looked at the middle-aged man again, and said with a smile,

"...That's right, it just so happens that Xiaoyi is not here during this time, and she doesn't have a female role. Let's pack the clothes there first, and wait to see when Xiaoyi comes back from vacation. We can take out the clothes and wear them directly... ..."

"...Just these few days, I practiced the erhu here again, and sometimes I didn't touch it, and this hand was born... Waiting for the next time to sing this play will definitely be better than this time..."

Next to him, several other people followed suit, but they all looked at the middle-aged man cautiously,

The middle-aged man in costume listened to the words of the old men and old theater fans in front of him, and looked at the old men and old theater fans who were carrying musical instruments, wearing costumes, and sitting in front of the stage before, a little silent,

Some old people who were talking, their voices gradually stopped,

"...I'll take this key first, little squad leader?"

The old man surnamed Cheng stretched out his hand and took out a key from the pocket under the costume. He looked at the middle-aged man cautiously,

"...wait for tomorrow, we will come over early... watch the stage and help clean up..."

The middle-aged man looked at the old movie fans who were watching him carefully, and fell silent for a while,

"... Uncle Cheng, Uncle Yan, Uncle Yang, Uncle Zou..."

"Today's play is the last play in the theater..."

The middle-aged man was talking, then turned his head, looked at the stage with some simple decorations, turned his head again, and fell silent.

Listening to the middle-aged man, holding or holding the tone, or wearing costumes, or some old men who were sitting under the stage before, the old theater fans stopped talking one after another and fell silent.

The old man who had talked to him before, bowed his waist, raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he didn't make any sound, and just lowered his head a little more.

"……dad,"

Next to him, the girl in a female role raised her head, looked at the middle-aged man, and couldn't help calling out, wanting to say something.

Looking at his daughter in costume and at the crowd of old people, the middle-aged man was silent.

A chilly breeze came through the open door, and in the nearby lobby,

The skirts of the people in costumes trembled, and the shadows of the people under the lamp shook.

In the lobby, it became more and more quiet.

"...hey...hey, it's all right,"

After a while of silence, the old man who spoke to him first smiled, then paused, before continuing to speak out,

"...it's okay...it's okay..."

I don't know whether to tell others or to myself, the old man repeated it again, then smiled, and said again to the middle-aged man,

"...The little class leader will be free in the future, come to my house for a while... Then we will find a place to sing well..."

"...Come to my house when the time comes, my living room is more spacious..."

"... Let's sing Changbanpo again at that time... Hey, I still don't get used to Changbanpo if I don't listen to the old Xu's singing... Others, how can I sing like the old Xu's..."

"...That's right, that's right...When the time comes, the class leader will come to the room when he is free, and we will sing again. I've also had an addiction to the theater..."

A few old men and old theater fans followed closely, laughing and talking aloud, and making calculations.

The middle-aged man was a little silent, listening to the words of some old fans, just nodded.

"...Little class leader, then go and take off your make-up first, and change into your clothes...Let's help you clean up the stage...the stage..."

"...Yes, yes, go and take off your makeup first..."

A few old movie fans laughed again, and said to the middle-aged man,