The crowded low-rent houses are crowded together like canned food, and dirty stray cats hit trash cans and raise their fluffy tails to rummage through them.

Fu Nanxun got out of the car in a hurry, and was forced to stop after walking a few steps.

I don't know whose water pipe burst, and the water that suddenly flew into his body was nourished, and half of the water pipe on the ground was still dripping with water, and most of Fu Nanxun's clothes were already wet.

The assistant saw it from the car, quickly trotted down the car door, and handed him several tissues one after another.

Fu Nanxun took it and wiped it a few times on his body, and found that it was useless, so he simply stopped wiping.

He took off his wet coat and put it on his arm, and when he looked up, Du Zigui's figure had long since disappeared.

The assistant obviously found the same thing, and he said with some embarrassment: "Teacher Fu, we seem to have lost it." ”

Fu Nanxun: ...... I know, I don't need to stress it anymore.

He patted the clothes on his body, and his eyes fell on Du Zigui's old scooter parked at the entrance of the alley, and said unhurriedly: "But it doesn't matter, his car is still here anyway." ”

He's going to come back.

"You write down the location here on the navigation software, and I'll go back and see again." ”

The two of them returned to the nanny car, staring at the old scooter parked at the entrance of the alley in shifts.

"Teacher Fu, Teacher Fu!" the assistant pushed Fu Nanxun's arm.

About half an hour later, Du Zigui came out.

He leaned against the door and took a deep breath, then closed the door and started the car again.

Fu Nanxun perked up and hurriedly made a gesture to the assistant: "He's leaving, hurry up and follow." ”

The assistant nodded, they deliberately kept a distance, and once again kept up with Du Zigui's old scooter.

Du Zigui did not drive straight home, but purposefully detoured in the area where low-rent housing gathered.

Fu Nanxun followed behind, his eyes locked on the scooter along the front windshield, and he couldn't help but mutter.

The roads in this hellish place are all about the same, the houses are all the same broken, and the navigation is estimated to be unguided, how on earth did he accurately identify the place he was looking for?

"Pull over, he stopped. ”

The assistant stopped the car, slowly rolled down the window, and vaguely seemed to hear something, he pricked up his ears to confirm it seriously, and then asked, "Teacher Fu, did you hear any sound?"

"Voice?" Fu Nanxun also pricked up his ears and listened, "What sound?"

"Sounds ......," guessed the assistant, "a bit like an erhu, sawing wood." ”

Fu Nanxun closed his eyes and listened carefully, there was really one.

He hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the car, this time Fu Nanxun was not stopped by any burst water pipe, he followed Du Zigui's back deeper and deeper, and the voice seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

The sound of gongs and drums, the sound of silk strings, and the sound of babbling and shouting, these noisy sounds were mixed together, and a picture that was not unfamiliar was constructed in Fu Nanxun's mind, and he seemed to have guessed where Du Zigui's destination was.

At the end of this dilapidated narrow alley is a theater building.

Fu Nanxun figured out his destination, but he couldn't guess the purpose of his special trip here.

What is he doing here?

Fu Nanxun patrolled around the door for a while, going back and forth, deciding not to startle the snake for the time being, he returned the same way and returned to the car, and the assistant asked curiously: "Teacher Fu, what did you see?"

Fu Nanxun shook his head: "It's a theater inside, a very small one." ”

I didn't go in to look at it, but followed me to the door. ”

At this time, Du Zigui came out of the alley, and this time the assistant didn't need Fu Nanxun to say much, and immediately stepped on the accelerator and followed.

In a theater like this, Du Zigui drove a small broken car around the old alley, and visited three or four houses one after another, and when they stopped for the fourth time at the mouth of the remote alley, Fu Nanxun patiently hid in the car and waited for half an hour, and finally said to the assistant: "I'll go in and have a look after he comes out in a while." ”

You follow him to the next stop until he is safe to get home. ”

The assistant was arranged clearly, and asked with some hesitation: "Then Mr. Fu, how can you go back?"

"You don't have to worry about me, just don't lose people, I'll take a taxi back by myself in a while." ”

They continued to wait for another five minutes, almost at the same time that Du Zigui walked out of the alley and got back into the old scooter, Fu Nanxun opened the door and got out of the car in great strides, he hit a perfect time difference, and the two of them missed just right.

The assistant immediately followed as he was told, and Fu Nanxun lifted his trouser leg to step over the bubbling sewage under his feet, bypassed the dusty old bicycle in the alley, and finally made it all the way to the end of this narrow alley.

Sure enough, at the end of this alley is also a theater building, old, dilapidated, and precarious.

If Xu Chunqiu was here, she would definitely be surprised to find that the conditions here were exactly the same as the scene when she sent Du Zigui home for the first time.

Fu Nanxun grew up in Fujialou since he was a child, and in the eyes of this young master of Liyuan, the opera garden should be what Fujialou looks like. The orchestra's silk and bamboo orchestra sounds are chaotic and orderly, more than a dozen children hula are lined up side by side in the courtyard for handstands, the stage is open and spacious, and there is a pool of koi swimming and swinging tails in the courtyard.

It wasn't until he saw the harsh environment in the south of the city with his own eyes that he really realized that there were still so many people who were struggling to support themselves in such a difficult environment for the sake of perseverance in their hearts.

It was only at this moment that he realized that what he desperately avoided and wanted to abandon when he was a teenager was probably something that these impoverished Peking Opera performers living in the south of the city could not have imagined.

The Fu family building is magnificent, and the Qianqiu theater is full of people, but there are still troupes in the dilapidated old alleys who are struggling to survive, just hoping to find a way to survive for themselves.

There are too many people trapped in the quagmire, Xu Chunqiu pulled Du Zigui up, and almost bankrupted to build a Qianqiu theater, she refocused everyone's attention on this broad and profound art left by her ancestors, and almost did her best.

But that's not enough.

She can't help them all, even if she has the heart, she doesn't have the ability.