Pei Yanzhi followed Zhang Xiluo to a separate room, while Pei Jingqi went to blow water with the group of bigwigs outside.

Pei Yanzhi and Zhang Xiluo sat opposite each other, Zhang Xiluo took out a notebook, took out a pen, twisted the lid, and asked, "Yanzhi, let's talk about your grandfather's life experience, when was he born, what is his family background, and how did he start learning Peking Opera?"

Pei Yanzhi couldn't help but feel a trance in front of him, as if he had returned to that war-torn era.

"Daddy—— mother—— where are you?"

A little kid with a dusty face, who looked like he was 4 or 5 years old, with a shiny front of his head, and only a small money rat tail at the back of his head, I saw this child kneeling on the ground, wailing incessantly.

In a small alley not far away, a man was holding a woman's arm, covering the woman's mouth with one hand, although the woman was speechless, but her face was full of sadness, and the tears in her eyes fell on the man's hand like a bead with a broken thread.

And this man also endured the grief in his heart, gritted his teeth desperately, and popped out a few words from between his teeth, "the child, we still have two sons, two children, we can't support them!"

Suddenly, a baby's cry made the woman stop crying, and quickly lowered her head, and in the swaddling clothes in her arms, a black and thin little doll was trying to cry loudly to attract the mother's attention and tell her that she was hungry!

The woman didn't care much, so she broke away from the man's hand, untied her bosom, and brought the child over.

The little doll who drank the milk was also shaking her little hands happily, looking full of satisfaction.

The man sighed and said, "the boy, let's go, it's going to be late and live in the wilderness, we're fine, the child can't stand it!"

The woman also showed a trace of sadness, forcibly took a look at her hard-working eldest son, and resolutely followed the man out of this alley.

But they didn't see that a small head was carefully poking out from the corner of the alley, and in the two black eyes, desperate and incomprehensible eyes, were enough to move the world.

He is Pei Yanzhi when he was a teenager, because of the disaster in his hometown, the family began to flee the famine, and when he arrived in Qingyang City, which is already a large city.

Pei Yanzhi's parents chose to keep Pei Yanzhi here in order to prevent the two children from continuing to flee, because the future is slim, if they follow again, maybe all four of them will starve to death on the road.

And the little Pei Yanzhi can understand what the truth is, he just knows that he was abandoned by his parents.

5-year-old Pei Yanzhi began to beg in Qingyang City for a living, but because he was very good-looking since he was a child, the road of begging at the beginning was still very smooth, but every industry has its own rules.

Three days later, he bought a big meat bun with the money he was going to buy, and before Pei Yanzhi could eat it, he was kicked to the ground by a stinky middle-aged beggar, and the snow-white meat bun fell to the ground at once.

Pei Yanzhi didn't care about the hot pain of his arms and legs falling to the ground, and struggled to crawl over to pick up the meat buns.

But a big black foot wearing broken straw shoes directly stepped on Pei Yanzhi's little hand pressed on the meat bun, and the meat bun was directly stepped on, and Pei Yanzhi's little hand was also red from being stepped on.

"Little cub, where did you come from, dare to ask for food here, don't you know whose territory this is?" A domineering voice sounded in Pei Yanzhi's ears.

Before Pei Yanzhi could stand up, he felt a pain in his waist, and it was the other party who kicked him in the waist, how could a 5-year-old child resist this blow, Pei Yanzhi was directly kicked like a gourd rolling on the ground, and directly hit the steps next to him.

Pei Yanzhi felt a burst of boredom in his chest and abdomen, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, just right, a white satin shoe poked out from the side, this mouthful of blood, not bad at all, all sprayed up.

"It's broken!" The beggar who beat people also had a white face, and when he saw the clothes of the person in front of him, he knew that he was not an ordinary person, so he was so frightened that he turned his head and ran.

"It's bad!" Although Pei Yanzhi is not very old, he also knows that no one who can wear this kind of satin shoes will be ordinary people.

Pei Yanzhi's eyes were very good, and at that moment, he saw this pair of satin shoes, with thick soles, very dense needle edges, and the patterns on them were also very exquisite.

And now, a mouthful of blood sprayed up, and even the hem of the other party's green robe was sprayed with a little blood.

Pei Yanzhi couldn't help but look up, only to see the face of an angry middle-aged man, and fainted, not knowing anything.

When Pei Yanzhi woke up again, he found himself lying on a bed, covered with a thick quilt, and the quilt was also smoked with incense, exuding a refreshing aroma.

Pei Yanzhi sat up in a daze, looked at the furnishings around him, and couldn't help but marvel, where he was, what a beautiful room.

What surprised Pei Yanzhi the most was that in front of a dresser, on a hanger, a complete set of phoenix crown clothes, even if Pei Yanzhi was a boy, he didn't have any resistance to this beautiful thing.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man walked in and hit Pei Yanzhi in the face, and Pei Yanzhi recognized it as the person who sprayed blood on someone's shoes.

Pei Yanzhi hurriedly rolled over from the bed, knelt on the ground, and said with a humble face, "Please spare this old man!"

Looking at Pei Yanzhi, who was trembling slightly, Jin Youhai's face also showed a complicated expression.

This Jin Youhai is the head of the Shuangqing class, this time he took the Shuangqing class to the capital to perform, passing through Qingyang City, he had nothing to do, and went out to see the customs of Qingyang City.

Who knows, as soon as he turned out of an alley, he saw a beggar kicking a small child in front of him, and the child sprayed a mouthful of blood on the hem of his long shirt and satin shoes.

You must know that although Jin Youhai is singing, his temper is very short-tempered, and when he saw this situation, he was also crazy in his heart, and he saw that the culprit had run away.

So he raised his foot and was ready to give Pei Yan another kick, but when Pei Yanzhi raised his head to look at himself, Jin Youhai was suddenly captured by these big black eyes, what a pair of talking eyes.

So, Jin Youhai took Pei Yanzhi back to the inn where he lived, and he took the entire Shuangqing class with him, so he chartered a large courtyard of the inn, and the room where Pei Yanzhi lived was Jin Youhai's room.