There was hardly room to put your feet in the narrow space, and the costumes that had been hanging in the yard were put away and put in the suitcase, with long robes, heads, guns, swords, halberds, and some simple mincing.

The mats of the single bed were very unelaborate and placed directly on the ground, and there was not a single decent large electrical appliance in the room, and there was no television. This is not so much an apartment for people as a warehouse for ornaments.

(Cut: Simple sets and props used on the stage of Chinese opera.) ）

The most valuable thing in the whole room is probably a plaque standing against the wall, the ebony bottom, the gilt lacquer, is still the phrase "thousands of generations".

The plaque is still there, but the people are gone.

"They ......" Xu Chunqiu wanted to ask where they had gone and where his troupe had gone.

The old gentleman who played the huqin, the brittle little girl, and the shengjiao who was about his age, where did they go?

"I'll let them go," Du Zigui smiled palely, "Old Xu is old, and if he keeps tossing like this, his body will not be able to stand it." ”

"Xiao Han is still young, and she is about to go to junior high school, so I can't delay the life of other children. ”

"And Brother Yan," Du Zigui gradually couldn't laugh anymore.

Xu Chunqiu knew that the "Brother Yan" he was referring to was the raw horn she saw in the yard that day tearing her hips.

"The last time we went to sing for a big boss, there were few people in the team, so we could only work technology. ”

"He fell his leg while somersault......"

Xu Chunqiu didn't know how to comfort him.

"I'm the only one, what are I renting that yard for?"

He turned his head suddenly: "To tell you the truth, I am also a young man in his twenties, his hands are not injured or his feet are disabled, and no matter how bad he is, he will not starve to death." ”

"I can do anything to work in a factory, distribute flyers on the street, deliver couriers on a motorcycle, I can support myself and not be so embarrassed. ”

He exhaled deeply: "But I'm not convinced." ”

"God gave me a good voice, and I want to sing. ”

"Even if it's just one person, I'm going to keep singing it. ”

Xu Chunqiu looked at the shadow cast by Du Zigui's figure on the cracked white wall in the dim light, and thought of the scattered Fu family class in Fu Nanxun's mouth for no reason.

Those who want to sing have no conditions, but the hearts of those who have conditions have flown away.

This inverted coincidence is simply embarrassing.

"It's not early, Teacher Xu," Du Zigui said politely, "I'll send you out." ”

Xu Chunqiu waved her hand, indicating that she could leave without him sending it.

She walked down the dusty stairwell back to the first floor, pushed the door and walked out of the pigeon-cage-like old community, and Xiaobai dutifully sent her back to the apartment arranged for her by China Entertainment Media.

Xu Chunqiu did not rush upstairs, but slowly paced a few steps in place, the environment near the apartment building is very good, the living density is low, the green area is large, and the old pigeon cage where Du Zigui settled is like two worlds.

The night breeze carried a slight coolness, as if blowing her thoughts. For some reason, she suddenly wanted someone to listen to her.

She took out her mobile phone, and there were already several replies to the message she had sent to Lu Xiu before.

"Congratulations. ”

"It's not early, are you home?"

"Send me a message when you get home. ”

Xu Chunqiu wanted to call him directly, but he was worried that it would not be convenient for him to have work at hand, so he turned on the handwriting input method and sent a message with difficulty like an old man: "I've arrived home, I just had a casual meal with the crew, and the guide invited a guest." ”

She thought for a moment, and then slowly wrote a sentence: "Have you eaten?"

Lu Xiu was probably waiting for her news, and the next moment was almost secondary: "I'm eating." ”

"I miss you. ”

The chat interface of WeChat fluttered and fell the stars of the four-pointed star, and Xu Chunqiu felt warm in his heart. Obviously, he didn't say anything, it was just some small talk without oil and salt, but she just felt an inexplicable peace of mind in her heart.

Lu Xiu's message came back quickly, and she couldn't keep up with his speed for a while.

A series of green text bubbles bubbled out, Xu Chunqiu flattened his mouth, and sent a voice: "You type too fast, I can't keep up with you." ”

Lu Xiu also changed it to a voice: "Didn't Tang Ze teach you to use the 26-key input method?"

He had seen Xu Chunqiu send WeChat messages to Tang Ze before, she used her fingers to write on the screen like an old man, a little clumsy, very cute, thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Xu Chunqiu sent another one, and his voice was soft: "Don't send a voice." ”

"Are you inconvenient?

He thought about it and felt that it was wrong, and then followed another: "Haven't you already gone home?"

Xu Chunqiu continued to speak: "No one, I'm blowing the wind downstairs in the apartment." ”

"I am...... I miss you when I hear you talk. ”

Lu Xiu took a slow breath and replied after a few seconds: "Don't you want to send a text?"

"I want to send a text. ”

Lu Xiu smiled: "Hurry upstairs, don't blow a cold downstairs." ”

The news from Xu Chunqiu's side stopped for a while, and I don't know if he had already gone upstairs.

It took a while to send the next message, which at first glance looked a little clueless: "Mr. Lu, can Peking Opera really survive in this era?"

"Do those of us who sing opera really have a place to stay?"

She originally firmly believed that Peking Opera would one day usher in a breakthrough, a turning point, even in this completely different era, it could also be booming again.

But when I saw Du Zigui today, those firm thoughts seemed to be shaking all of a sudden.

The glass display case in the commercial center, the white gown stained with dust, the old residential buildings crowded next to each other, and the lonely person are Du Zigui, and there are many Peking Opera performers in this era who can't sing well.

She sometimes wonders if Peking Opera will be like the "Thousand Generations" standing next to the semi-basement wall, which is buried namelessly, and there will never be a day of light.

Can she really do it?

The phone vibrated slightly, and Lu Xiu's message finally came back.

"If it's you, you can. ”

It was not a gentle love word, nor was it a soothing persuasion, Lu Xiu really believed it.

Although he couldn't understand a few words, if it was Xu Chunqiu, she would definitely be able to do it.