Doyoshi Kazume

On the day the branch was opened, the brothers settled down in Nanjing.

When there are many people, the show lasts for ten days and a half months, and when there are few people, they ride fast horses and travel across the sea.Every month, I will return to Beijing on time to report to Master.The younger brothers lived a happy life.

As soon as he got home, the whole yard was decorated with red lanterns, and Zhou Jiuliang was so shocked that he covered his mouth and couldn't speak.

"Stupid? This can be regarded as what I said, although it is a bit late." Meng Hetang said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir, for always fulfilling my wishes."

"Oh? You're welcome, ma'am?"

With a red face, Zhou Jiuliang chased Meng Hetang and beat him.

The two were laughing, chasing and fighting in the courtyard, as if they had returned to the past.

In a blink of an eye, Deyun's reputation grew, not only in Nanjing, but also overseas.This can be regarded as a resounding legend in the industry.

The younger brothers also studied hard and lived up to their teacher's kindness. With some achievements, they became the corners of the garden that can be raised.

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The years are long, and fifty years have passed in a flash.

The person who lifts the curtain again to take the stage is no longer a teenager.

The people behind the curtain are not as nervous as before, but more calm and calm.

This is the farewell of Meng Hetang and Zhou Jiuliang on the same stage, and the farewell of their careers.

Others also persuaded them that the older they are, the more popular they are in this line of work.Meng Hetang always smiled and waved his hands, old, leave it to the children.

Yes, I have been in the arts for sixty years, and I have experienced the ups and downs of the wind and waves, and it is time to rest.

The temples are whitened day by day, and the bright eyes are gradually dimmed.

"Jiu Liang, look at my eyebrows, aren't they ugly?"

Meng Hetang, who was already an octogenarian, held Qingdai in his hand and looked at it carefully in the mirror.

The young man with delicate features and bright eyes and white teeth has become an old man with thick eyebrows and white hair.

He doesn't want to be old.

"I'll just draw it for you."

Zhou Jiuliang smiled and put down the teacup in his hand, walked to the mirror and stretched out his hand to hold Qingdai and sweep the eyebrows of the person in front of him.

"Still so stinky."

Zhou Jiuliang narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at his eyebrows, and his thoughts returned to decades ago, when he was in the prime of life.

At that time, his brother Meng always shouted that his eyebrows were not good-looking. His own eyebrows were light in color, and the brow bone was too high, which made his eyebrows thinner. .

Some old viewers have also noticed it, and they will talk about it half-jokingly, and Zhou Jiuliang and his brothers have not seldom complained about it.

But Meng Hetang still took this as a matter.

Anyway, we are also people who rely on our appearance to make a living, and we can't spend our entire life as a soldier on our eyebrows, right?

What he said is also true. In addition to the basic skills of the actors, cross talk performances also depend on the actors themselves.The master always said that you should never go on stage with a wound on your face, because the audience will think about the wound and will not be able to listen to the cross talk.

In this way, Zhou Jiuliang has also mastered a skill that is perfect-drawing his brother Meng's eyebrows.

Deep or shallow, high or low will not work.

"Then you draw it yourself." Whenever Meng Hetang raised a little opinion, Zhou Jiuliang would always hide his knife with a smile, and he liked it or not at this level.

"Why are you so happy!" Meng Hetang coaxed hurriedly.

We can't afford to mess with this little ancestor.

Okay, just use my face as a scrap of paper to draw and write about the head office.

"Let's make an agreement, you can't draw little bastards."

As soon as Meng Hetang finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself, what a mouthful.

This sentence reminded Zhou Jiuliang that he hurriedly poured all the grievances he had suffered these days on Meng Hetang's handsome face.

Lao Qin and Jiu Fang were out of breath from laughing when they saw it.

Meng Hetang always scolded them for having no conscience.

Lao Qin wiped away the tears from laughing and said.

"Brother, the two of you are really well-planned!"

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It is day, morning.

This day the breeze is warm and neither arrogant nor impetuous, although it has already entered the summer, there are large areas of shade in the courtyard.

Zhou Jiuliang got up early, as usual.

First I made myself a cup of morning tea, plucked the strings twice, and went to the yard to water the flowers and feed the birds.

It is these little elves that make the huge yard less empty and more popular.

Seeing that the sun was almost up, I turned around and went to the back room to call for someone to eat.

The man slept peacefully, with a smile on his face, without any sign of pain.

Zhou Jiuliang shook those hands tremblingly, he should have thought of that a long time ago.

Last night, he had a long talk on his own for most of the night. He was still like a child after a long time.

He said.

"Jiu Liang, if you ask me what I regret the most is keeping you by my side, you shouldn't have done this."

"Jiuliang, thank you for always being by my side, only with you can I be motivated."

"Jiu Liang, you have been at my head for so many years on stage, this time it's time for me to go at your head."

"I live a long life with my husband, and my wish has come true."

Zhou Jiuliang leaned against the monument and spoke softly.

"elder brother."

Turning back was Qin Xiaoxian who was carrying two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

The two toasted and drank, talking about the past.

"Brother, do you have any wishes?"

"Wish, I really have it."

"what?"

"Same bone with Mister."

He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, which brought the hotness and sadness that penetrated his heart.

"help me."

"it is good."

The bottom of the wine jar is exposed, and the eyes are already blurred.

Since then, a new monument has been erected in Songbailin.

"Meng Men Zhou Family"

Qin Xiaoxian would always sit in front of the monument with good wine and flannel for a whole day.

Thinking of the stories of youth, the fun of being on stage.

"What two stupid brothers..."

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The two gentlemen have cherished each other for more than [-] years, which is already a good story.

I followed him when I was young, and from then on, my whole life in my youth was all about him.

A young man brought him back. Since then, life has become more fun, more enthusiasm, and one more person who can comfort his heart.

Fluttering, scattered, sad and bitter on the road to art, only two people understand each other and lick each other's wounds.

Zhou Jiuliang was really grateful to Meng Hetang from the bottom of his heart. He was an ant who almost drowned, but everything went smoothly with Meng Hetang.

To put it bluntly, if any one of the characters in the entire Deyun story is read, it will be a history of blood, tears and heartbreak.

What about yourself?Sixteen was lucky to meet Mr., and he has not yet been given the word to take care of him.

When the same batch of fellow apprentices were still climbing hard, I followed my husband to Nanjing and found a stable place.

Meng Hetang protected him all the way and never let him suffer the slightest crime.He understood that Zhou Jiuliang was a good material, a good partner, and a good confidant.

If a person wants to succeed, he has ten points, three points for talent, six points for hard work, and one point for noble support.

Mr. is his nobleman.

This is something he will never finish in his life.

In my next life, I will definitely beg Lord Yama.We don't know what the old man loves, so we play and sing for him all the time, just begging him to let me meet my husband again in my next life.

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It was still that winter, and it was snowing heavily.

It was the ordinary 16-year-old Zhou Hang who met the extraordinary 22-year-old Meng Hetang.

"Sir, my name is Zhou Hang."

"Brother Meng, thank you."

I remember Brother Meng's words.

Do your work in a down-to-earth manner, and behave in a responsible manner.

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