"Damn it, the acquisition of the tea house is impossible!"
"This is not the place for us!"
"Let's go!"
The three dwarfs from the Kou Kingdom looked at the enthusiasm of the people around them, and they could feel more and more hostile looks coming towards them.
I couldn't help but take a breath~
After all, they underestimated the cultural power of China!
A fear came from the bottom of my heart.
The three of them fled.
As for the few Dragon Kingdom people they brought behind them, they had already disappeared without a trace.
As the voice of Mr. Qiao's opera slowly fell in the teahouse, everyone's eyes showed that they were shocked by the opera.
In the past, when this quintessence of Chinese culture was the most popular, even if people did not eat for a day, it would be a comfortable enjoyment to listen to an opera.
Nowadays, after a long period of time, Peking Opera's status in people's hearts has become more and more refined, and they are alienated from it.
The revival of Peking Opera culture may be unlikely, but it will never end here. It will be passed down from generation to generation. As Qiao Xiang said, as long as the integrity of people's hearts remains, Peking Opera will always have stories to tell.
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on the stage,
Mr. Qiao's body finally couldn't hold on any longer.
As the last bit of effectiveness of the Reversal Soul Talisman dissipated, his body collapsed!
His body was lying on that square platform.
A stage carried his life's persistence, and also achieved the last chapter of his life.
The last sight was of the excited crowd outside the teahouse and theater. The light in their eyes was the hope for the quintessence of Chinese culture.
In the peripheral vision, the disciples in the audience were rushing forward, and in a blur, they seemed to see the figure of Mei Liangxin running towards him crying from the crowd.
This scene seemed a bit familiar, just like the first year when the theater was rebuilt into a teahouse. When I first met him, he was crying like this and sitting at the entrance of the theater.
Holding a box of his father's ashes in his arms, his tearful eyes were full of longing for Peking Opera.
He wiped the tears on his face with his dirty sleeves and said:
"My dad likes to listen to Peking Opera. I want to learn it and sing it to him after I learn it!"
I still remember that there was a red star placed neatly on the funeral box.
Later, he became his first apprentice.
Just as the master was once so strict with him, so was he with himself.
But I don’t know why, the hardships that the apprentices in the theater could endure in those days turned out to be deliberate difficulties for this kid.
One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.
How much of the blood and tears of our ancestors does this contain?
The children who later became disciples were unable to quarrel, scold, or even beat them.
Gradually, after the Peking Opera culture fell into decline, it became even more so.
wind surge,
The leaves outside the teahouse and theater garden are falling.
Everything around me began to become blurry, but everything in the past became extremely clear.
The figures of those outside the theater were like the young men who were about to go off to the battlefield back then. Their eyes were full of hope for the first time in two eras.
Faintly, Qiao Xiang actually saw the figure of her master.
Wearing the blood-stained costume, he stepped in from the door step by step. His vigorous, powerful and unparalleled figure instantly made Qiao Xiang's tears fall.
Mouthing in his mouth:
"Master, I'm here..."
There was a hint of relief in the weak voice.
The death that wiped out everything had made him fear from the bottom of his heart, and he imagined countless times the scene of his leaving this world.
I have witnessed the decline of Peking Opera, but I am unable to change it.
How are you going to explain to the master after you go down?
but,
He did not expect that the grand occasion of the past would be recreated today, and that the quintessence of Chinese culture would accompany his last appearance on stage today, sowing seeds in the hearts of countless people!
In this life, I am lucky enough to see the prosperous world and the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Dragon Kingdom.
That's it,
No regrets!
...
One by one, the apprentices rushed onto the stage like crazy, lifted up Qiao Xiang's body, and rushed to the hospital.
Everyone on the street who was crowded together quickly made way for him, their eyes filled with disbelief.
The old man who was standing here just now, telling the story of Peking Opera culture, which made people deeply moved, just fell down!
The wind seemed to blow into everyone's eyes, and tears wetted the corners of their eyes helplessly~
...
Qingyang County Patrol Bureau.
Archives room.
Director Tan frowned and paced back and forth in the archives room.
Stacks of files were placed on the table, and colleagues were all immersed in searching for everything about Mr. Nie. Starting from his birth certificate, all the files of his life were dug out. He was a very kind old man.
What kind of past does this old man who showed up with a mysterious team at the funeral have?
He glanced at the man in the peaked hat who was also standing in the archives room. He had long flowing hair and was wearing lazy casual clothes. He seemed to be in his early twenties.
But his identity is not ordinary. He comes from the Special Investigation Bureau, and even he has to cooperate with this young man's actions.
The colleague handed another file to Director Tan, but it was still unremarkable.
Director Tan took this file, walked up to the young man, and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Nie's life files are all here, and no problems have been found! He is just an ordinary retired worker, and Director Nie is his adopted son."
"The scene does match the characteristics reported by those people, and there are all the traces that should be there, but there is no conclusive picture. What is the oversight?"
The young man took a look at the file and frowned.
Asked again:
"Where is Pingzhuang Cemetery?"
"Technical personnel from the bureau have already gone to investigate. They have investigated and compared the surveillance and traces of the cemetery. They have also checked all the details. They can confirm that hundreds of men in black have appeared as reported by everyone.
But the strange thing, which is what you mentioned before, was that they disappeared instantly after leaving the cemetery! There was no surveillance footage, and there were no traces, it was like... they disappeared from the world!"
Director Tan said hesitantly.
As the chief of the patrol bureau, he shouldn't say such mysterious words.
But now all the investigation results seem so strange and irregular.
Listening to Director Tan's words, the two fell into silence.
The man in the peaked cap thought carefully,
All the doubts could not be proved, and no useful clues were left. The so-called old man and the hundreds of men in black just showed up and disappeared quietly!
Now it seems that this is another mysterious incident?
The flawless files cannot explain what happened at the funeral.
At this time,
The man's cell phone rang and he quickly took it out.
Director Tan's eyes changed slightly. This guy was actually holding a flip phone?
This thing is an ‘old antique’~
I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, but the man frowned again and muttered:
"Fuhen? Jinzhou City?"
...
PS:
I recommend a book by a young lady, written by Hanhan Xiaobaicai [I was just dumped, the school beauty asked me to go to the hospital to sign autographs].
