I make a living solving crimes.

Because the big leaders loved them, the status of opera actors could be maintained at that time, and no one dared to act unruly in the theater. It was the most glorious time for opera, and also the most relaxed time for the actors.

After the performance, the actors came out to take their bows and the audience stood up and left one by one. Chang Wei did not rush to leave and still sat there calmly.

"Brother, the show is over." The man next to him stood up and saw Chang Wei still sitting upright. He smiled and said, "Are you still waiting for Xiaoqing?"

Chang Wei nodded seriously.

The man smiled and didn't say anything to provoke him. He just shook his head gently as he turned around.

Throughout history, it is not uncommon to see people who are obsessed with watching plays, and many people end up losing their fortunes for actors.

Just when I was thinking about complaining to my friends after I got out, I saw "Xiao Qing" holding up her skirt, and running towards me without even removing the hairpins and crown on her head.

Just standing there in amazement, he saw Chang Wei coming towards him.

"The theater club has rules. We can't go out at night." Lan Xiaojie pulled Chang Wei back to the front row and sat down. She kept her eyes on his face and smiled, "Do you understand?"

"I can't appreciate it. I'm a rather vulgar person. I listen to popular songs and can only understand folk dances during performances. The necks of Xinjiang and the shoulders of Inner Mongolia, the little hands of Tibetans swinging to the sides, the girls of the Miao ethnic group spinning in circles, and the torches of the Yi ethnic group in the middle."

Lan Xiaojie covered her mouth and smiled happily, her eyes curved into crescents, "If you had come half a month later, you wouldn't have met me."

"Going back to Suzhou?"

"No, I came here to study. I came here to take the opportunity to visit a famous Yue Opera artist. I will have an opportunity to go on tour to Southern Province soon."

"Uh...how long will the tour be?"

"About three months. We are going to exchange and learn with the local Cantonese opera troupe. I heard that there will also be an exchange group coming from Hong Kong Island. It's from Shaw Brothers, making movies."

Chang Wei smiled and said, "In two months I will also go to Southern Province."

"Ah——" Lan Xiaojie screamed a little out of control, but fortunately the voice was not too loud, like the chirping of an oriole, with a melodious ending.

The two sat in the front row and chatted. After the audience had left, Chang Wei saw people coming over from backstage to urge him, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Lan Xiaojie sent him to the theater entrance and waved goodbye while standing on the steps.

Her onion-like fingers kept swaying gently until Chang Wei walked into the darkness and could no longer be seen. Then she sighed dejectedly, still standing there, unwilling to go in for a long time.

It's not the end of the world, nor is it the vicissitudes of life.

Just on a quiet night.

Someone disappeared in the dim light.

Unfortunately, my identity could not allow me to enter his life after all.

Thinking of her master's arrangements before leaving Beijing, she closed her eyes helplessly.

Everything is suffering, and you can only save yourself.

I don’t know if I can adapt to life there!

It was just past nine o'clock in the evening, and there were still many people walking by the West Lake. Chang Wei was not in a hurry to go back, but strolled slowly with his hands behind his back.

He had no improper thoughts about Lan Xiaojie, he just admired this girl very much.

Before they met, he still remembered the way she turned and left gracefully when they said goodbye last time.

It’s a pity that she had such a bad background and she only studied opera, so she will probably suffer a lot in the future!

The distance from the theater to the guesthouse was not very far, only two or three kilometers, and I walked the entire distance while I was daydreaming.

He entered his room, and at the moment he closed the door, he saw a figure flash by under the crack of the opposite door.

The guesthouse has the layout of a Chinese courtyard, but it is not like the quadrangle courtyards in the north. In comparison, the gardens in the south are more suitable for human habitation.

Chang Wei slept well the night before. He got up, took a hot bath in the bathroom, changed into a clean pair of shorts, and went out to the yard to exercise.

After walking around a rockery, he saw Fan Tuaner standing in the pavilion on the mountain with his arms stretched out.

When the clothes were stretched, they seemed to be bigger.

"Are you up so early?" Chang Wei greeted and walked up the stairs.

Fan Tuaner swung his arm to make way for him, "What time did you come back last night?"

"Ten o'clock." Chang Wei complained helplessly.

"So early? Miss Lan is so beautiful, why didn't you spend more time with her?"

"I have such a lustful heart, and it's all because of my poverty that I am protected. Being poor makes me have a good character and good conduct. If I were given as much money as Lou Hongyang, I would probably not be a good person either."

Fan Tuan'er hit him lightly and scolded him, "Don't talk nonsense when there are many people around, and Miss Lan is not a money-loving person."

"You know this as well."

"Look at people's eyes. Her eyes are very clear."

"Sister Tuan'er is awesome!"

Because Wang Yong will not arrive until the afternoon, the morning time is still free.

Lin'an is not yet a tourist city at this time, but there are still many attractions worth seeing.

After breakfast, Zhang Long asked, "Team Leader, where do you want to go?"

"I saw Hupao Road yesterday. Let's go along Su Causeway and visit Tonghui Temple on Daci Mountain."

"Hupao? Were there tigers in Lin'an before?"

"Hupao, pronounced in the second tone here, means digging the ground. Hupao Spring is a famous spring in Lin'an."

"It's boring. We've all seen Baotu."

"I mainly want to go to the outside of Tonghui Temple on Daci Mountain. That's where Master Hongyi became a monk."

"Master Hongyi? I don't know. I only know Fahai, Dawei Tianlong, the Buddha Ksitigarbha, the Prajnaparamita Buddhas, and the Prajnaparamita Bamakong..."

Fan Tuan'er glanced over and said, "Li Shutong, you don't know?"

"Ah, it's him!" Zhang Long suddenly realized.

You may not know the name, but when it comes to his farewell, it is a famous piece in which Pu Shu was willing to die.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and the sky is clear...

The five of them walked slowly from Su Causeway to the other side of West Lake, looked at the ruins of Leifeng Pagoda from afar, and then strolled south along Hupao Road towards Tonghui Temple.

The ancient temple is built against the mountain. With the sound of morning bells and evening drums, smoke curls up, as if it can wash away the dust of the world, leaving only tranquility and peace.

The unrenovated Tonghui Temple appears solemn and mysterious in the sunlight. When you cross the threshold, you will see thousands of years of time settled, and every brick and tile tells a story of the past.

On the wall, mottled moss and traces of time are intertwined, as if they were marks left by time, telling the past glory and vicissitudes.

Because of his faith, Chang Wei stopped outside the temple gate, looking at the towering ancient trees inside the courtyard wall. Thinking of its green leaves in spring and golden leaves in autumn, he immediately understood why Li Shutong chose this place.

They were standing there when they saw the temple receptionist rushing over, clasping his hands together and saying, "Excuse me, everyone. We have a distinguished guest visiting us today, so we are closed to visitors."

Chang Wei hadn't planned to go in, so he didn't care at the moment, but Zhang Long felt uncomfortable and asked, "What kind of distinguished guest would make you close the door?"

This will be an era where everyone is equal.

The receptionist's face was a little stiff. He looked at Chang Wei and the others with their extraordinary demeanor, but he didn't dare to say anything against them. His hesitating made Chang Wei and the others feel even more suspicious.

Zhang Long glanced at Chang Wei's face and took out his work permit. "If you can't explain it clearly, then come with us."

Monks are also afraid of the police, procuratorate and courts. Seeing that Zhang Long was serious, he quickly said, "It's the leader of the provincial grain company."