Pei Yanzhi, who returned home, couldn't wait to tell his father the good news.

Pei Jingqi was also very happy, after all, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be able to worship under Han Pingzheng's door, Pei Jingqi laughed, patted Pei Yanzhi's shoulder, and said, "Go and tell your master about this good news!"

Pei Yanzhi came to the door of the peak and rang the doorbell with excitement, and a crisp voice came from inside, "Who?"

Pei Yanzhi said with a smile, "Master, Yanzhi!"

The door opened, and Liu Xiangjun's smiling face appeared in the door, and he grabbed Pei Yanzhi and said, "Oh, Yanzhi, why do you want to come to Shiniang's house today, don't leave later, Shiniang will cook for you!"

Pei Yanzhi followed Liu Xiangjun into the house, and said with a smile, "Hehe, I'm just here to mix rice, and I won't leave!

Liu Xiangjun laughed and said, "Okay, I'll go out and buy it, and I'll make it for you later!"

Pei Yanzhi's hand stretched out from behind him, and conjured out a bag like magic, which contained the pork ribs and a few seasonal vegetables he had just bought below, handed it to Liu Xiangjun with a smile, and said, "Master, everything is ready, you can just make it for me, you don't need to go out again!"

Liu Xiangjun took it with a look of disgust and said, "You are a child, you haven't made money yet, don't buy it in the future, okay, you go to your master, he writes in the study, and he will come out to eat later!"

Pei Yanyi looked at Liu Xiangjun with admiration on his face, and said, "Master, don't worry, you do it slowly, I'll talk to Master!"

"Knock knock!" Pei Yanzhi knocked lightly on the door of the study three times, and then heard the inside say, "Come in!"

Pei Yanzhi gently pushed the door open, walked in, and closed the door with his hand.

Gao Feng was writing a picture with his head down, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he didn't raise his head and said, "Wait until I finish writing this picture before eating!"

Pei Yanzhi didn't speak, just stood on the side, watching the master write.

Gao Feng didn't look up, he was engrossed in writing a word, Pei Yanzhi looked closer, it turned out to be a pair of Du Fu's "Spring Hope".

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

Seeing this poem, the ecstasy in Pei Yanzhi's heart suddenly came to naught, looking at the master with gray temples in front of him, Pei Yanzhi also felt a pain in his heart, all these years, Pei Yanzhi has been following Gao Feng's side, and the pain in Gao Feng's heart is not only Liu Xiangjun, but also Pei Yanzhi can know a thing or two.

The departure of the three apprentices one by one hit Gao Feng's aging heart again and again, and although Pei Yanzhi is Gao Feng's closed disciple, he is the heir of the Pei family, and he may not become the pillar of the Gao faction in the future.

The most painful thing for Gao Feng is that although his high faction has only been passed down for three generations, there is a possibility that he will be broken here.

Although from his father's generation, Dao Ma Dan has gone downhill, but after all, Gao Pai interrupted the inheritance in his own hands, which made the very traditional Gao Feng feel that he had no shame to see his grandfather and father.

Pei Yanzhi looked at Gao Feng with a melancholy face, this "Spring Hope" has been able to completely reveal Gao Feng's heart.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

It is not only to describe the current Peking Opera, but also to describe the ups and downs of the current high school, just like taking a dilapidated city, although there is still a shape, but there is no one in it, there is no soul.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

When Peking Opera was prosperous, although Dao Ma Dan was in decline, it was still an indispensable business, and it was still very happy at that time, but now Dao Ma Dan really feels sad when I think about it.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Now Peking Opera is facing the problem of life and death, the skin does not exist, the hair will be attached, under the nest, there will be no eggs, and he is now an old man over half a hundred years old, and he is powerless to change all this, so he can only desperately watch the decline of Peking Opera and the demise of the Gao faction.

Yes, despair!

Seeing that a tear in the master's eyes actually fell on this piece of paper, making a place wet, and suddenly this calligraphy was considered a waste, Gao Feng sighed, wiped his eyes, raised his head, and said self-deprecatingly, "It's been too long to write, and my eyes are sour, Xiangjun, you ......"

As soon as Gao Feng looked up and saw that it was not his wife standing in front of him, but Pei Yanzhi, the smile on his face suddenly froze there, the brush in his hand trembled, and a little ink dripped on the calligraphy, but at this time, no one paid attention to this.

A sad and awkward atmosphere permeated the study.

Gao Feng coughed lightly, a trace of discomfort flashed on his face, but he still pretended to be calm and put the brush in his hand in the pen wash next to him, cleaned it, and said lightly, "When did Yanzhi come?"

Pei Yanzhi said in a proper manner, "Master, I just arrived!"

Gao Feng put the cleaned brush away, glanced at the destroyed calligraphy on the table, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and said, "Hey, it's a pity, this is the best feeling I wrote this year, hey! What a pity!"

Gao Feng picked up this calligraphy, looked at it, and then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the paper basket next to him.

Gao Feng looked at Pei Yanzhi, who wanted to speak and stopped, and said with a smile, "Why do you have the kung fu to come to Master today, haven't you been editing Peking Opera in the Peking Opera Company for the past few days?"

Pei Yanzhi said with a smile, "I wrote the general plot yesterday, and now it's none of my business, those old-timers are now writing the lyrics, and I will go to the Peking Opera to rehearse next week!"

Gao Feng said with relief, "This opportunity is too rare, you must cooperate well, the protagonist of this time is none other than you, when you get there, you must study hard with the elders, remember, guard against arrogance and rashness."

You don't have any problems with your voice now, but you haven't sung on stage yet, so whether it's the scheduling of the stage or the matching of costumes, you have to ask those seniors for advice, don't look at the masters!"

Although Pei Yanzhi smiled secretly in his heart, I probably sang more on stage than you Master back then, but Pei Yanzhi still said very respectfully, "Master, I know, I will definitely learn from your seniors when the time comes, and I will definitely not disappoint you!"