I really don't want to be a teacher

There were a few scattered audiences sitting under the stage, facing Liu Beishi, who was dressed as his father, and singing Chang Banpo,

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

When I was already on the stage, my wife was also on the stage,

The audience was full, calling out to be good theatergoers. When my father was not on the stage for the first time, he sang Changbanpo.

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

After a bumpy journey, only myself and my wife were left, and finally came the time of peace,

Settling down here again, build up the stage little by little, put up the stools, and when you climb up again, you can sing Changbanpo.

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

There were some familiar audiences sitting in the audience, and their son, who was already a few years old, sang Changbanpo along with himself on the stage when he was waving the stick in his hand.

"...The sword light is like frost, and the horse is like flying, riding out of Changban circle alone."

As if stepping on the music and dancing with the silver gun in his hand, the old man seemed to be singing as the scene in front of him changed.

Sitting before the stage, before the audience,

Lian Ge watched and listened to the changing and moving forward of the play on the stage, looked at the old man on the stage singing the words of the play,

Pausing his eyes, Lian Ge raised his hand, waved towards the old man, and also towards the back room covered by the curtain, and then withdrew his hand.

On the stage, the old man was still singing,

followed by

In the back room, I seemed to hear the sound of the old man singing, and the rustling of packing things stopped,

Some hurried footsteps sounded in the back room,

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran out of the room, looked at the old man on the stage,

Immediately afterwards, his eyes turned red.

On the stage, the old man sang, looked at the middle-aged man who came out and looked at him, just smiled,

Moving forward again, dancing with the silver gun in his hand, and then singing aloud,

The middle-aged man looked at the old man singing on the stage, his eyes were red, he moved slowly, walked to the front of the stage, sat down on the stool, and looked at his father,

Tears welled up from the flushed eyes and fell to the ground.

On the stage, the old man sang again and again,

The makeup on his face gradually changed, from a young student to an old student.

"Gaozu raised his sword to break through his career, Guangwu and Han sat in Luoyang..."

My son grows up and debuts on stage again,

Sitting under the stage, when old friends who are getting older, they can sing Changbanpo.

Chapter 845 Now It Should Be...

"...The white dragon horse carried back the dragon general, Han and Liu Bei were heartbroken when they saw it..."

On the stage, the old man seemed to be stepping on the music, moving his steps, poking his eyes, singing again and again,

He didn't pretend to be Zhao Yun anymore, the facial makeup painted on his face gradually became old, the bright silver gun in his hand disappeared, and the costumes on his body gradually changed,

"Take a break, take a break, tell Gu Yan about Cao Ying's affairs..."

Singing an opera, the opera changes forward, and the opera singers seem to change from young, to married, to old,

I don't know whether it is the opera singer who sings the opera, or the opera singer who spends his whole life on the stage.

Sitting under the stage, the middle-aged man looked at the old man singing on the stage,

Eyes are red, tears are welling up,

The old man who sang turned around again, as if he was looking at the person in front of him, and at the middle-aged man sitting under the stage,

Up and down the stage, quiet down again,

The middle-aged man's eyes were red and tears were falling, he looked at his father, trembling all over, then slowly stood up, showing his seriousness in singing,

"...Meng'erli was fighting with Cao Bing, and my shoulders were sore from Liuhe Gunlun.

Scold Cao thief, don't go far away, it turns out that the lord is in front of you..."

With red eyes, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and sang again.

"...My son's mother died for you, and your uncle is so tired..."

On the stage, the old man played Liu Bei again, and continued to sing.

The son is married and has a child, and Zhao Yun is often sung on the stage,

Sitting under the stage, the old friends who watched the theater were already old, and they sang Changbanpo.

On the stage, a play is almost over.

The old man seemed to be stepping on the sound of the music, and then moved his eyes two steps,

He raised his head and looked around,

It seems that the people in the play are looking to the left and right, or the singer is looking at the play on the stage and the people off the stage,

The fundus of the eyes seemed to be in a trance, followed by the expression in the corner of the eyes, and then took two steps forward,

"...After receiving the good words from the prince, for whom should I fight Changbanpo..."

Under the stage, the middle-aged man looked at his father on the stage, his eyes became more red, tears kept pouring out, he opened his mouth, and sang again.

"...Please go to the back and rest for a while, waiting for your second brother to return."

On the stage, the old man stopped again and continued singing.

It's the end, and if I want to go on stage and sing like Changbanpo.

"...I will help you rest in the tent after you are four thousand years old, and wait for Jiang Xia's soldiers to arrive, and the two soldiers will unite into one..."

The old man said again, this Changbanpo play has been sung.

On the stage, it seemed that the curtain had come to an end.

The old man stood on the stage, paused,

Up and down the stage, it became a little quieter.

The middle-aged man standing in front of the stage looked at his father on the stage, tears poured out from his red eyes and dripped on the ground,

Can't help but move forward, took two more steps towards the stage, then stopped, just looking at his father on the stage.

on stage,

The mask painted on the old man's face faded away, and the costume he was wearing gradually disappeared.

Revealing the original, loose skin, with some ravines and wrinkles, an aged face, and the body worn under the costume, a slightly old padded jacket.

Raising his head again, the old man looked at the somewhat crude and old stage, and at the bottom of the stage, where there were stools for audiences to sit on.

Looking at the window next to it, which was pasted with newspapers at the beginning, but the window frames are now rotten,

Looking at it again, in front of the stage, it was already his middle-aged son,

Gradually a smile appeared on his face,

He didn't make any serious gestures or actions, just looked at the stage, and the old man sang again,

"...sweet and bitter, joys and sorrows..."

Looking at the stage and off the stage, the old man first chanted and then sang,

"...on the stage of honor and disgrace, now...it's time to step down..."

The old man sang, then looked up and down the stage, paused, moved his steps,

Step by step towards the stage, walked down.

Looking at his father, the middle-aged man couldn't help but took two more steps forward, his eyes became redder, and the tears welling up kept dripping down,

The old man who stepped off the stage had a smile on his face. He first looked at his son, then at Lian Ge,

"...Thank you, thank you young man, you can listen to me sing such a play, let me sing such a play on the stage again, let me..."

A little grateful, the old man said, and then looked at his son next to him.

Looking at the old man who walked off the stage, Lian Ge slightly shook his head,

"Let's think of it as paying for the opera. The old man sings very well in this opera."

Facing the old man, Lian Ge said with a smile,

Then the smile faded away, glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, then at the old man,

"Old man, I can see your spell, and it can last until dawn.

"……thanks."

Grateful, the old man said again.

When Lian Ge said something, only the old man seemed to hear it.

Looking at the old man in front of the stage and the middle-aged man again,

I didn't say anything more, and I didn't bother you any more.

Turning around, Lian Ge moved his foot away again, and walked out of the theater.

……

After walking out of the theater door, the door behind him was closed again.

Looking at the night outside the theater, the alley where the leaves were blown up by the wind and fell in the distance,

As the night darkened, the moon hung obliquely on the roof, and some tall houses with lights reflected in the distance.

"Let's go."

Moving his foot away again, Lian Ge walked out of the alley, choosing a direction at random,

Along the street under the night, one person and one mouse drift away,

Behind him, in the alley, the lights were still on, the old theater, the voices of voices coming from the theater with the gusts of breeze, followed by gradually going away.

……

"……dad……"

Tears welled up in the reddened eyes,

Looking at his father, the middle-aged man trembled all over, suppressed his crying, and called out loudly,

"...Hey, Dad is here...it's okay, it's okay..."

The old man was slightly bent, stood, looked at his son, and responded loudly,

"...Dad... I didn't keep it, I didn't keep our theater...the theater is going to be gone...I didn't keep the stage..."

Suppressing the crying, the tears kept falling down,

The middle-aged man knelt down in front of the old man, and as he spoke, tears fell to the ground.

"...from now on, the theater won't sing anymore...Dad...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't guard the theater...the theater is gone...I didn't guard the theater...Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Dad... ..."

"...Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The middle-aged man was suppressed, crying, trembling all over, and said to his father,

"...It's okay, it's okay...Dad doesn't blame you. People, you have to look forward."

The old man stretched out his hand and caressed his son's shoulder, with a smile on his face, looked at his son, and said,

He raised his head again and looked at the theater.

"...Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

It seemed that the accumulated emotions poured out, the tears of the middle-aged man poured out more and more, trembling all over,