Fu Nanxun raised his hand and buckled the mottled wooden door, and it was a half-old child who answered the door.

The little girl looked like she was only eight or nine years old, she had two pigtails on the back of her head, and a pair of big round eyes looked at him curiously: "Brother, who are you looking for?"

"Who is outside, is Mr. Du back?"

The little girl shook her head: "It's not Teacher Du, it's someone I haven't seen before." ”

The second person who entered Fu Nanxun's line of sight was a middle-aged man, he looked about forty years old, and when he hurriedly came to meet him, he was still wearing a mustache on the lower half of his face, and he was an old singer.

(Mustache, a collective term for all kinds of false beards in opera)

“...... Uncle Cang?" The little girl called out to him crisply.

Uncle Cang took off his mustache and shook his head: "It's okay, you go play." ”

The little girl agreed, and ran away first, and the middle-aged man called Uncle Cang raised his eyes and met Fu Nanxun's gaze.

He looked up and down at the young man in front of him who had rushed up, and said with some uncertainty: "You are not ......"

"Is that little boy from Old Man Fu's family?"

Now few people will use the title of "childe", Fu Nanxun paused for two seconds before reacting, and nodding was regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

"Then you ...... clothes"

His body was still wet, and his expensive trendy hoodie and thick lambswool jacket were stained with sewage, and he didn't know where he poured blood mold, making other people's water pipes splash all over his body.

Fu Nanxun patted his clothes a little embarrassed: "There was a little accident when I came over just now. ”

He was well-dressed, and he didn't fit in with the cramped and outdated low-rent housing area.

Uncle Cang smiled dryly, and asked a little uncertainly: "I don't know what Little Master Fu specially visited our little broken courtyard for?"

Fu Nanxun almost forgot what he was doing, he straightened his expression, and hurriedly said, "I came with Teacher Du." ”

Uncle Cang's face showed obvious mood swings, and he quickly turned sideways to let him in: "Come in, please come in, it's really rude to keep blocking you at the door just now." ”

After Fu Nanxun entered the door, he vaguely realized that Uncle Fang Cang blocked the door with his body not because he was rude, but because the interior of this small dilapidated building was really shabby.

The white paint on the wall has fallen mottled because of age, revealing the gray and bare blanks inside, the tables and chairs are all wood, and the color does not match at all, it is obviously not the same set, I don't know where it was found.

Uncle Cang scalded the teapot with boiling water, and turned out a bag of aged tea from under the cabinet to brew it for him.

The white porcelain teacup knocked off a piece, and they couldn't even get a whole teacup for hospitality.

Fu Nanxun waved his hand again and again: "No, no, don't be so polite." ”

However, he raised the teacup with kindness and swallowed a mouthful of aged green tea with a strange taste without changing his face, not knowing if it had gone bad.

"I'm sorry that the hasty visit was a bit abrupt. He turned the rim of the cup and put the teacup on the table, "I suddenly came to visit today, in fact, I wanted to ask something about Teacher Du." ”

Fu Nanxun keenly noticed that whenever he mentioned Du Zigui, the burly northern man in front of him would unconsciously be emotionally pulled by him, and his eyes seemed to be slightly moist and hot.

He couldn't help but be curious: "What did he do all the way here?"

"Teacher Du...... Uncle Cang took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, "Teacher Du is a great good person." ”

Great good man?

Fu Nanxun's eyebrows raised slightly.

I only heard him continue to say: "Our troupe can still survive in the south of the city, one is thanks to Xu Chunqiu, and the other is Du Zigui." ”

Fu Nanxun didn't interrupt him, he took a sip from the teacup, and looked him in the eye intently, indicating that he was listening.

"If it weren't for Xu Chunqiu's Qianqiu Theater, we wouldn't have a place to sing now, and no one would listen to us babbling and dragging our voices to lengthen the sound. ”

Fu Nanxun nodded unconsciously, yes, the development of Qianqiu Theater is booming, and people in and out of the circle don't praise the merits of the last sentence.

This theater is like doing charity to accommodate every troupe that comes to the door, no matter how big or small, as long as they can prove that they are a regular troupe, and not Nie Fuqian and others who had ghosts in their hearts, they will be treated equally and given equal opportunities.

But why......

Du Zigui's gaze fell on the crack that had fallen off the edge of the teacup.

Because of the opportunity of Qianqiu Theater, how many troupes have gradually come out of the desperate quagmire and stepped on the right track step by step. But why is this troupe still so difficult?

Why are there still so many dying troupes gathered in the south of the city?

"And if it weren't for Du Zigui...... Uncle Cang's eyes were slightly hot, and he didn't even say a complete sentence, "If it weren't for Du Zigui, we wouldn't be able to live at all." ”

Fu Nanxun frowned, what did he mean by this?

Uncle Cang took a deep breath, and the corners of his eyes had begun to appear in his forties, and he looked a little tired, like a slender man who was struggling to pull the heavy weight on his shoulders.

"Fu Xiaogongzi doesn't know, although the rent in the south of the city is cheap, but the water, electricity, lighting, costumes, and the daily expenses of the entire team, which one doesn't need money?"

"Although the troupe is not big, but after counting these few people, we can't drink the northwest wind every month, and we haven't sung yet, so we are really financially ......"

Fu Nanxun reacted, he seemed to understand why Du Zigui drove to the old city alone.

He blurted out: "You mean Du Zigui just sent you money?"

Uncle Cang shook his head, Du Zigui was indeed funding them, but Fang Cai was not here for this.

"He sent us money directly from the card every month, just came over to have a look. ”

Fu Nanxun's heart was shocked, and he was speechless for a while.

This is just one of them, God knows how many financially strapped troupes like them Du Zigui has supported with his not a huge income.

Fu Nanxun remembered his funny old scooter, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

Just thinking of this, he only heard a faint vibration sound, he looked down and took out his mobile phone to see that it was an assistant calling.