[fanxing] actor

The teacher's father trembled and wanted to help him, but he couldn't get up because of his inconvenient legs and feet. He patted the hand of the big disciple beside him, pointed at Zhang Yixing who was kneeling on the ground trembling, and said, "Quickly...help him up... "

"Get up, junior brother." The senior brother came over and helped Zhang Yixing's arm.

"I heard that you have set up a door in Nanjing and become a well-known actor in the north and south?" Master held Zhang Yixing's hand and smiled kindly.

"I found a job in an opera troupe, there is no such thing as establishing a family." Zhang Yixing said softly.

"Do you still remember the group training in the Hall of Fame?" Master's voice was still trembling.

"How dare you forget." Zhang Yixing put the quilt on the master's back, and said softly, "It has been passed on to my disciples, and all living beings must listen to it with respect. Since ancient times, people have been born in the world, and they need a skill. Since our generation is doing this, we should concentrate on it. Work hard, and you will become famous all over the world in the future, and the basis is to be young."

"The rules established by the patriarch, no matter how capable you are, don't forget the original..."

"How have these four years been?"

"Very good, master, don't worry about you as an old man." Zhang Yixing said softly, "Through the past four years, everyone knows that the world is cold and warm, master will get better soon, and Yixing will tell you something new outside."

"People whose necks are covered with loess, whether they are good or not, I am not interested in things outside, I just haven't heard you sing for a long time, can you sing for Master?" Master patted Zhang Yixing's hand and said .

"Okay, what does Master want to hear?" Zhang Yixing nodded.

"Since you were young, you have been forced to play a female role. At that time, you hated me to the core. This time, you sang "Mu Kezhai." Master shook his hands and sat up with difficulty.

"Good master listened."

There are no gongs and drums, no suona, just singing this other person's story with a clear voice.

The old man nodded in relief, suddenly felt a pain in his chest, coughed violently, a gust of sweetness welled up in his throat, and then spewed out like water.

"Master..."

"Master..."

Zhang Yixing hurriedly helped the master who was leaning forward, and called out several times, but the old man shook his body first, and then became unresponsive.

Hearing the crying outside the door, all the disciples rushed in one after another, and the courtyard was full of crying and mourning.

Several older senior brothers came forward to comfort him, and helped Zhang Yixing, who was weak from crying, to the side, and several senior masters put on the clothes they had prepared long ago.

The old people have rules, and the remains can be buried after staying for three days.

Three days later, the Xici Hutong was full of people, and the cries were louder than the mourning flute.

Zhang Yixing walked beside his master and senior brother, carrying a wooden coffin behind him, and scattered white paper money all over the sky.

An actor's life, a flashy dream, a graveless song for him, life and death point to quicksand, this is the life of the master, and the life of an actor, but Zhang Yixing doesn't want to end his life just like this.