After retrieving the soul of Black Rose, Feng Yi went to meet Mao Xiaofang, but only saw Mao Xiaofang and Xiao Hai, but Da Chu was nowhere to be found.
"Hasn't Dachu found the soul of Black Rose yet?"
Feng Yi asked curiously.
Mao Xiaofang frowned slightly: "No, with Miss Rose's personal belongings, it is not difficult to find her soul."
"Junior brother, are you delayed by other things..."
Xiaohai muttered softly.
"Is there any other possibility?"
Mao Xiaofang said angrily.
Feng Yi thought for a while and said: "Dachu likes Yi Xiaolong from the Phoenix Theater Club very much. Director Song and Captain Song are hosting a banquet for them tonight. It's almost time to end the show. I'm afraid he can't help but join in the fun."
"This bastard is always acting like this and can't tell the difference between priorities."
Mao Xiaofang's guess was the same as Feng Yi's. He shook his head and walked towards Hexing Hall. Upon seeing this, Xiaohai followed immediately.
Feng Yi walked at the end, and was speechless when he thought that Da Chu was so unreliable, even worse than Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. Mao Xiaofang's evaluation of this apprentice was really accurate.
When the three of them arrived at the Hexing Hall, they saw a lot of people gathered around the door. The famous actors from the Phoenix Theater Company got into rickshaws in twos and threes and left slowly amid the cheers of the crowd.
A tall figure kept shouting at Yi Xiaolong's retreating figure, wasn't it none other than Dachu!
Mao Xiaofang patted Dachu's shoulder. Dachu shook his shoulder unhappily and muttered, "Don't bother me." He didn't react until Mao Xiaofang couldn't help but cough lightly. He turned around with a smile and said, "Master,
Why are you here?"
"If we don't come, I'm afraid we won't be able to see you tonight!"
Mao Xiaofang said angrily.
"Hey, how can that be possible, Master? The main reason is that Miss Rose's soul is nearby. After I find it, I will stop by and take a look..."
"Did you find anything?"
"I found the master!"
"Then let's go back."
Anyway, Yi Xiaolong had already left, and Da Chu nodded obediently.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, I'm sorry to trouble you tonight. Miss Rose's problem is urgent. Let's go back first."
"Okay, if you have anything to do, just ask Master Mao."
Just as Mao Xiaofang was about to leave, Leader Ye of the Phoenix Theater Club, who was chatting with Song Xueliang, glanced at him and shouted in surprise: "Mao Xiaofang, are you Mao Xiaofang?"
Mao Xiaofang turned around and looked at the other person curiously, with a smile on his face: "You are Tiancheng!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect it was really you. I thought I had recognized the wrong person."
Ye Tiancheng smiled broadly.
Seeing this, Song Xueliang couldn't help but come over and said, "Master Ye, did you and Master Mao know each other before?"
"It's more than just acquaintance. Xiaofang studied acting with my father when he was young. We have been together for several years."
Feng Yi couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that the serious and serious Mao Xiaofang could actually sing, but he didn't know what role he was singing.
Old student? Buffoon?
It can’t be a Hua Dan...
"Master, can you sing? Why haven't I heard you say that?"
The good-hearted Dachu looked curious.
"Oh, I haven't been studying opera for a long time, and my skills are very ordinary... Later, I was accepted as an apprentice by your ancestor, and I never sang again.
I didn’t expect to see you here again.”
The last sentence was directed at Ye Tiancheng.
Ye Tiancheng smiled and said: "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Senior brother, we meet again after so many years. Why don't we have a drink to celebrate?"
"I also have the intention, but I have something to do today, so I'll leave it another day."
"In that case, let's do it next time."
After a few more pleasantries, Mao Xiaocong took the initiative to leave with his apprentice. When Feng saw that nothing happened, he went back to his room.
But after only two sticks of incense had passed, master and apprentice Mao Xiaofang came to Hexing Hall again.
It was already dark at this time, and Hexing Hall was about to close. When Feng Yi saw Mao Xiaofang, he asked curiously: "Master Mao, why are you back again?"
"It's not him yet!"
Mao Xiaofang pointed at Da Chu and shook his head, with a look of exhaustion and helplessness on his face.
After asking later, I found out that when Da Chu was watching the fun just now, he accidentally lost the embroidered shoes containing the soul of the black rose.
Feng Yi didn't know what to say when he heard the news. How could Dachu lose such an important thing?
Thinking about how this guy has never done anything satisfactory since they first met him. Apart from causing trouble, Feng Yi even thinks that he is not as sensible as Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. Mao Xiaofang must be very tired to have such a disciple.
It's so pitiful...
A bunch of people searched for a long time, even going through the trash cans, but still found nothing.
"Forget it, stop looking for it. Rose Girl's soul is attached to the items, making it difficult to find them."
Mao Xiaofang shook his head and said.
"Who would choose a pair of women's embroidered shoes?"
Xiao Hai rubbed his brow and murmured.
"They even took away a pair of embroidered shoes that were not old and new. They probably have poor living conditions. Master Mao, you know the situation of the villagers in the town better. You can start to check this aspect."
Feng Yi pinched his chin and said.
"Well, Fellow Daoist Feng's speculation is not unreasonable. I will pay attention to it."
"You can also ask Captain Song and Da Sanyuan for help. They have more people and can achieve faster results."
Dachu rushed to say.
"If you didn't throw things away, why bother?"
Xiao Hai scolded.
"Okay, senior brother, I didn't mean it. Anyway, Black Rose has been in this state for a long time, so I'm not in a hurry.
Master, it’s getting late, let’s go back and rest early.”
Dachu said nonchalantly.
Mao Xiaofang sighed again, said goodbye to Feng Yi, and left with his two apprentices.
"Hey, Master Mao, it's really hard for you to have such an apprentice."
Looking at Da Chu and thinking of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, Feng Yi secretly made up his mind that if he didn't have that kind of good young man who was smart, sensible and didn't get into trouble, he would never accept a disciple.
It’s okay if I can’t do anything to help. It’s not depressing enough to cause trouble and trouble for nothing!
The next afternoon, Feng brought the tickets and went to meet Mao Xiaofang's master and apprentice. Their tickets were next to each other, and he knew nothing about opera. With Mao Xiaofang beside him, he could ask questions if he didn't understand anything.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I came downstairs, I found Shu Ning walking back and forth outside, with his hands intertwined, looking very tangled.
"Aning, why are you here?"
"Ah, Feng Yi."
Shu Ning trembled when he heard his voice, and said slightly coyly: "No, it's nothing."
"You grew up abroad and have never seen a theater, right?"
"Yes, yes."
Shu Ning said a little embarrassed.
"I haven't seen it either, and I don't know anything about it, but they sold me a ticket for three yuan. I'm about to find Master Mao and the others. Do you want to come with me?"
Shu Ning raised his head in surprise: "Just in time, I also have a ticket. I'm afraid I won't understand. How about we sit together."
