At this moment, Liyuan.

Today, the sun is shining and the wind is calm. The theater has been closed for many years. However, a big man came today. He invited a opera troupe to speak on this stage where no one has performed for a long time.

He is the only one behind the scenes.

Before Qi Lechuan entered, she heard the babbling opera inside, and she was shocked and stopped outside the door.

Changsha City has developed rapidly now. This ancient building can be preserved to this day because the power of Jiumen has existed in Changsha.

The buildings of the Liyuan Garden are like many years, with a trace of unchangedness and a sense of age.

This drama is often sung by the second master, and Mu Guiying takes charge.

Things change, people change. Liyuanguanyuan has been so long, this opera has still touched Qi Lechuan's heart.

When Qi Jiujiu saw her, he stopped and did not remind him that he knew Qi Lechuan. Her biggest problem was that she was nostalgic and had memorized the old things for the longest time.

He thought that if Qi Lechuan had no such problem, he would probably live as a heartless killer.

Qi Lechuan pursed his lips and looked at the red door of the pear garden, but he did not push it open for a long time.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, the second master brought her to learn basic singing style.

At that time, Jie Yuhua was smart and could learn it once. But she knew nothing about this and always seemed very stupid. In order to win Jie Yuhua in other places, she wanted to be a martial artist. She said that this would suppress Jie Yuhua on the stage.

After the end of the day, the Liyuan was closed. Master Buddha, second master, eighth master and ninth master were sitting on the stage and they had to watch it once.

Master Qi Ba said at that time that this kid in his family could not sing a show without talent.

The second master smiled elegantly, and asked the eighth master to continue watching.

During this appearance, she looked like Mu Guiying. The little baby looked solemn. Looking at so many people below, she was thinking about how she could not be embarrassed for a while.

Jie Yuhua was clean and beautiful when she was a child, and she actually integrated her role in dressing up, and she was immersed in every move.

Seeing Jie Yuhua opening her voice, she shot her with one shot. As a Wu Dan, the two had a rivalry.

But Jie Yuhua didn't understand, why didn't she follow the show?

The second master shook his head and said to the eighth master on the side, saying that Qi Lechuan could not bind her with rules, and that she could not learn traditional opera.

The Eighth Master was amazed, yes, these two children have not opened their voices yet, this is not a show, it is clearly a fight on stage.

Qi Lechuan has been sloppy since she was a child. She could still make trouble before she opened her voice. Master Buddha was amused and said that Qi Lechuan was too thief and was not the same as Lao Ba.

Master Qi Ba said, saying that he had no choice but to have a smart grandson.

Master Jiu shook his fan and looked at the stage, his eyes were filled with softness. Jie Yuhua was too dull, so he could get along with Lechuan.

That day, she had a real fight with Jie Yuhua on the stage. Jie Yuhua tried all her best. Seeing that she could not resist, he wanted to speak.

Qi Lechuan knew that he was smart and must have been scheming at the beginning. She curled her lips and continued to make moves to interrupt her.

This was the first time they played on the stage when they were young.

Afterwards, the second master said that Qi Lechuan was really not suitable, so he asked her to learn the real skills. The slingshot that was superb with her was improved. She felt that the strength in her hands was small at that time and could not exert the lethality of the marbles.

The second master went to talk to the eighth master at that time and complained that Qi Lechuan had a sinister smile on his face at that time, saying that the words she blurted out were to bring a slingshot with force to kill people.

Lechuan was punished that night, and in the familiar ancestral hall, she said that she would do good in the future.

...

The sound of the opera in the theater stopped, and the song ended, which brought Qi Lechuan back to reality.

She rubbed her temples, but I don’t know what happened recently, but she always felt powerless. The obstruction of the older generation made her feel that the road ahead was extremely dangerous, and their spoiling made her a little confused.

However, she wanted to be with Jiumen even more, so the older generation repeatedly obstructed her and she had to participate until she could not get out of this situation.

She pushed open the door and another wave of people on the stage, and the scenes were all played by the second master.

Uncle San was sitting in the audience.

Uncle San seemed to be old again. She hadn't seen him for nearly half a year. From his back, he was knocking on the table with a pot of tea next to his fingers, and Pan Zi stood behind him.

When Pan Zi saw her coming, he lowered his head and whispered in Uncle San's ear, "Third Master, the eighth Master of Qi's family has arrived. You are really calculating. Look at her expression, she is here to settle the score with you."

Time is unforgiving, and the third uncle is no longer as handsome as when he was young, and his face is a bit sophisticated. It can even be seen that he has a deep mind.

"Pan Zi, you said she wants to start, how likely do you have to win?" Uncle San whispered.

Pan Zi looked panicked, "Third Master, you're not kidding, I have to dare to fight back, not to mention that she's quite evil."

"That's right." Uncle San said.

Pan Zi dared not to fight with her. This kid is famous for being a weirdo. He probably didn't touch her hair as soon as he made a move, and was blown away by a gust of cold wind.

Seeing that Qi Lechuan had taken his seat, Pan Zigu stood up properly. After standing for two seconds, he felt boring. He wanted to stay away from him, so he walked back and sat down in two rows.

Seeing that the third uncle's movements had not changed, Qi Lechuan knocked on the table with his eyes closed, and sang a few lines in his mouth.

She spoke without rushing, poured herself a cup of tea, thinking about how to deal with this old fox.

Uncle San raised his eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that she was much smarter and calm this time, he thought to himself, a little fox.

After a long time, neither of them spoke, as if whoever spoke first would lose.

Pan Zi looked behind, tsk and said in a low voice, "Two foxes..."

Uncle San came to find her this time without any trouble. He even knew where Wuxie was going. He was not in a hurry at all. He was just consuming it here, and it didn't matter to him.

Qi Lechuan still couldn't hold it in. Uncle San didn't care, but she planned to catch up with Wuxie and the others' progress.

She thought about it, raised her lips, took out the photo from her bag and threw it on the table, simple and crude.

Qi Jiujiu was surprised, why did the fox fight so hard?

Uncle San raised his eyes and looked at the photo again. He didn't expect Qi Lechuan to get the photo, but his face was still calm, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Why didn't you even beat me when I saw the elders, so I'm going to be punished?"

The old fox is talking about why she doesn't play according to common sense.

Qi Lechuan smiled, "Uncle San, how dare you disturb Lechuan when you are so fascinated by the play? How long hasn't you been here for a long time? I don't want to disturb Yaxing either."

Uncle San chuckled, "Is that so? The photo you threw almost split the table."

He was saying that she was powerful and was intimidating him.

She smiled, a hint of falsehood flashed in her eyes, and her tone was a bit coquettish, "How is it? Lechuan wants the third uncle to show this photo. I usually store this old photo. I have never seen this photo before. There is also the third uncle who was young? No, is this third uncle or the Jie family uncle?"

Wu Sansheng or solve the problem?

After hearing her sarcastic words, Uncle San was speechless and had no flaws. His eyes were still looking at the corners on the stage.

"Then who do you think that is?" Uncle San asked her back.

The ball was kicked over, but Qi Lechuan didn't want to pick it up, so he kicked it back.
Chapter completed!