The picture of the video seems to freeze at the moment when Li Shixin is holding Xiaodouzi's corpse and howling at the dark clouds and moon-covered sky.

Outside the screen, a Jinghu solo sounded.

It was born from the "deep night" of Kunqu opera "Sifan".

Desolate and tactful, like a meandering river meeting a reef, one by one in the hall silently walked out and stood behind Yu Wenshan.

Looking at Yu Wenshan holding Xiaodouzi tightly in the picture, the green muscles tensed up, his mouth wide open, and he trembled and roared silently at the sky, netizens' hearts were cracked!

"Yamamoto, I'm your ancestor!"

"What did the kid mess with you? me! I can't see this little Japanese dog leash within three minutes, so I'll unload the tea beans!"

"When one nation takes possession of another nation for the purpose of conquest, the individual rights and interests of the status nation are the same as those of animals. Whether it is raised in a captivity after brainwashing, or whether it is directly killed depends on the mood of the superior nation. This is the sorrow of the weak!"

"When I was a freshman, I had a strange roommate, and I always said that it was useless to rise. He believes that the various situations and international crises that China is facing today are all born because of the struggle for international sovereignty. According to his idea, as long as he obediently acts as a comprador of a big country, the country can also develop as well as Japan and South Korea. After hearing his remarks, I decisively rented a house outside the school. I'm afraid that after a long time together, I will become a fool like him. Whenever I see a video like this, I really want to send it to him. ”

"The character of Yamamoto has made me shudder since this part came out. His face was always kind and polite, giving people a gentlemanly feeling at all times. Even when he kills people, his gentleman is just a kind of mask, and under the mask is a devil! ”

"Yu Wenshan! sigh...... Ever since he took over the troupe from his master, he has always wanted to be a guardian. But who did he protect? He couldn't protect Master, he couldn't protect Xiao Yuehong. The only time he guarded Lai Xiaoyue, in the end, he exchanged the little beans that reported the news for one. Alas......."

"Who can he protect? Whether it is facing the Boxers, or facing the warlords, the Japanese, or the gangsters who have filmed Xiao Yuehong, he is an insignificant person who can be manipulated at will! Watching his loved ones leave one by one, and he can't do anything about it. It's suffocating!"

"Inexplicably, Mr. Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman" sounded, the era of cannibalism!"

"Looking at Yu Wenshan's appearance, I really feel that there is a stone blocked in my throat, this old actor's TM acting skills have exploded!"

With the end of the fourth act of the finale, "Deep Night", the barrage ushered in the first wave of climaxes.

In the midst of the rolling barrage and comments, the plot continues;

Xiaodouzi is dead, but the predicament of the family class has not passed.

In fact, not only the family class, but also the famous actors in Sijiu City have already received Yamamoto's "notice".

The Liyuan line in the capital rarely gathered in the Huilou, which had been taken down by the family group, and sat together to discuss the matter of this show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't need to say that the situation has been seen by the big guys. The Japanese have been holding back their efforts for more than ten years, and this time they are fighting, I am afraid that they will really want the country to die. I heard that the young and old gentry in Pingjin have all voted for the Pingjin Autonomous Government and become traitors. Yamamoto is holding a show this time, and it is estimated that he is pulling these people out, so that all walks of life can see the battle of the Japanese. Guys, I don't know what you say?"

In the silence, Lao Zhang, the head of Da Ankui's class, put down the cigarette pouch pot that he had been slapping for a long time and sighed.

"If you want me to say it, I'll do it...... Those who eat meat on weekdays have defected to the Japanese, our group of singers...... Don't worry about it, right?"

Master Su of the Liancheng class interjected weakly.

"Fart!"

Immediately, someone slapped the table.

"This play is handed down by our ancestors. Sing it to the sky and the earth, sing it to the emperor and the prince, sing it to the ordinary people, and sing it to those who sell it in the kiln who asks for rice, but let us sing it to the little Japanese who killed my siblings and brothers and sobbed my siblings, and to sing it to those traitors who forget their ancestors and are willing to be dogs, anyway, our Ansheng class ...... If you want to sing, you can sing it yourself. ”

"Alas, you, don't I mean that our pear orchard is cheap, and we can't hit a stone with an egg?"

"Go and see on the street, the rats who ask for food are singing anti-Japanese! Let's use the pear orchard as dogs and guns for the Japanese?"

With the angry scolding of Liu Kui, the owner of the Ansheng class, the hall of the Huihui Building fell into silence.

"The old rules, draw the right one. If you agree not to sing, raise your hand. ”

Among the dozens of teams, large and small, only the AXA class and a few small teams raised their hands.

"You guys!"

Looking at the group of peers sitting on the chair with their heads down and their eyes dodging, Liu Kui gritted his teeth.

"Huh. Good, good. ”

It was at this time that Yu Wenshan, who was sitting in the corner, stood up silently.

"In this play, we sang the first scene in the family class. ”

"Boss Yu, you!"

Looking at Yu Wenshan, who was still stained with blood on his face, Liu Kui's eyes widened.

"I think you scared the Japanese Wang Ba box! Your apprentice died in vain? I, I bah!"

As a mouthful of saliva ejaculated on Yu Wenshan's coat, the people in Ansheng's class left angrily.

Looking at Yu Wenshan, whose saliva and body did not change, everyone present also dispersed in disagreement.

In the Gathering Building, silence has returned.

"Master...... Do you really want to get Satsuki back and sing for the Japanese?"

In the shadows, a girl with red and swollen eyes stood silently behind Yu Wenshan.

That's Xiaoyun, the third-generation pillar of the family class after Xiaoyue.

"Go and call Boss Liu back. ”

"Master. ”

"After calling back, you go back to the class and pack your things. ”

"Master, what is this for?"

Facing the surprise of his apprentice, Yu Wenshan smiled miserably.

His gaze was like moonlight, brushing over the beams and trees of the Hui Building, and finally fell on Xiao Yun.

"In my life, I haven't kept it. ”

"The bones are broken, the play is ...... and died. ”

After muttering a few words, Yu Wenshan waved his hand at Xiaoyun.

"Go ahead, invite Boss Liu back. ”

Seeing the fifth act going on here, the netizens who almost forgot to post the barrage realized something.

"End! Yu Wenshan can't think about it!"

"Well, it doesn't matter if you think about it or not. If it were me, I guess I wouldn't have been able to hold on for a long time. ”

"Faith is trampled on, and it is worse than death. Yu Wenshan...... It is estimated that on the night Xiao Yuehong was insulted, she was already dead. ”

In the sparse barrage, the plot continues.

Boss Liu is back.

Boss Liu left again.

When he came back, Boss Liu was scolding and entering the door.

When leaving, Boss Liu bowed deeply to the gathering building.

The family class gathered.

The family class was dispersed again.

When gathering, dozens of half-grown children stood in the courtyard of the family class with their burdens on their backs, crying like motherless babies.

When they dispersed, a group of actors kowtowed three times to Xiaodouzi, who was still parked in the courtyard, and Yu Wenshan, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair in a daze with a stack of books.

"Master. ”

Xiao Yun, the last to go, walked in front of Yu Wenshan with a small burden on her back.

"Let's go. Let's go. Get out of this door and live well. ”

He waved his hand, snapped, and threw the thick stack of books in his hand into the brazier next to Xiaodouzi's corpse.

The firelight illuminated the compound of the family class.

(End of chapter)