The elevator rose slowly, and Fu Nanxun's vision gradually brightened up from a gloomy darkness, and the sporadic light lit up the audience and his eyes.

Long time no see, I'm back again, Fu Nanxun thought sincerely.

He couldn't help but recall the second time Xu Chunqiu came to Fu Jialou.

"Are you here to find the old man?" Fu Nanxun brought her to the front hall and poured her a cup of tea, "Grandpa is seeing someone now, you may have to wait a while......"

Xu Chunqiu shook his head: "No, I'm not here to find the old man." ”

"I'm here for you. ”

He was a little stunned for a moment, and unconsciously repeated: "Looking for me?"

"The song on my newspaper on Yanjing Satellite TV's New Year's Eve this year is "Celebration Wine", and I want to invite you to be on the same stage. ”

Fu Nanxun didn't respond, his eyes hung wordlessly on the ground.

"I've ...... I had to give up the stage. ”

Fu Nanxun looked directly into her eyes and said helplessly: "Tradition and popularity, they are like two worlds. ”

His words changed sharply, and the subject suddenly changed.

"When you came, you saw that construction was going on on the west side of the garden, and the developer was building a new building. ”

"High-rise buildings of reinforced concrete. ”

"I was like an ignorant child, coveting the scenery from the skyscraper, leaving behind the old house with blue bricks and gray tiles and never looking back. ”

Xu Chunqiu heard it, he seemed to be talking about an old house, but in fact he was talking about himself.

"Are you from Beijing?" Fu Nanxun asked suddenly.

Xu Chunqiu didn't know why he asked.

"The housing price in Beijing's second ring road in the east and west urban areas is 150,000 square meters, and a courtyard house is worth tens of millions, but a large part of the people who live there are poor. ”

"The narrow alleys are clogged with dusty bicycles and broken wheels, the toilets are communal, the laundry is in large basins, and even the televisions are old-fashioned with snowflakes. The world of high-rise buildings and traffic rushes forward with the tide of the times, but they are far behind decades ago. ”

This is the current situation of Peking Opera, everyone respects it as a "quintessential art" and calls it a "spring and white snow", but how many people know the helplessness and bitterness behind the high and low qu.

But Xu Chunqiu interrupted him.

"Beijing City is not only the Forbidden City Tiananmen Square with red walls and blue tiles, nor is it just the blue bricks and gray tiles of Nanluoguxiang Dashilar, it also has a CBD with high-rise buildings and a busy financial street. ”

"The city is far more inclusive than you might think, it accommodates the bustle of the concrete forest and the charm of the alleys at the same time, and has come to this day through the long river of history. ”

If Peking Opera wants to continue, it must not rely on the same old conservatism, it must and has to absorb new things.

Xu Chunqiu smiled at him and stretched out a hand: "Are you willing to give it a try?"

......

Fu Nanxun took a deep breath, slowly pulled back his memories, and slowly reopened his eyes.

The spotlights overhead hadn't been lit yet, the stage was still dark, and the audience was frighteningly bright.

He heard someone shouting his name.

I don't know why, he suddenly felt like crying.

"What? Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun, the melons on the Internet are actually real!"

"Fu Nanxun is coming back?"

"No, I guess the two of them are standing on the stage together, I'm afraid they don't want to sing, right?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, if DIRECTION doesn't have Fu Nanxun, it's like missing a corner, it's not that Ye Bei can't do it, it's just that he always feels a little reluctant to sing RAP. ”

"It's going to be, it's going to be

“......”

There was no accompaniment, no lights, and the stage was still dark.

But there was a voice.

"Today, I drank the celebratory wine, and my ambition was unrewarded. 」

"In the coming days, I will show my skills and write spring and autumn with blood. 」

The babbling Xipi Kuaierliu (a Peking Opera board style), an old-fashioned singing voice.

"What's the matter, the lights don't turn on and the accompaniment doesn't come on, is it a stage accident?"

"Didn't you say Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun, who is this, dragging a long note, and putting the wrong sound source in the background?"

"Old student, Xu Chunqiu is singing, Fu Nanxun can't sing this, whose voice is this?"

"Why do I feel like I feel a little bit like Old Man Fu......"

“......”

The New Year's Eve banquet of the Fu family was not small, and the old man Fu was full of peaches and plums, and in addition to the family, there were many disciples who entered the room to sit on the table, and they sat at a big table.

"Hurry up, watch Yanjing Satellite TV's New Year's Eve, this year I heard that Senior Brother Nanxun is also on it. ”

The new students sat at the end of the seat and switched the channel with their hands and hands.

Old Man Fu raised his eyelids slightly, turned his head and didn't look at the TV screen, a little dead to save face.

The student saw that he was too busy, and hurriedly followed the leading disciple to bow his head and toast.

"Teacher, this cup is for you. ”

Old man Fu brought the wine glass to his mouth, and he didn't drink it for a long time, as if he thought of something, he put down the glass of wine again, and suddenly opened his mouth suddenly: "Drink the celebration wine today, and the ambition is not rewarded......"

Old Man Fu is a drama idiot, and it is already a routine operation to start singing without saying a word, and there is no accident with a large family and a full of disciples, and he has long been accustomed to it.

But he only sang two sentences, and the same voice came from the TV.

"Today, I drank the celebratory wine, and my ambition was unrewarded. 」

"In the coming days, I will show my skills and write spring and autumn with blood. 」

It is the New Year's Eve party of Yanjing Satellite TV.

The disciples looked at each other.

Old Man Fu recognized it almost the moment he heard this singing, this is the DEMO of "Outwitting Tiger Mountain" that he submitted to Yanjing Satellite TV.

They clearly killed his show, why did they release it again?

The stage lights suddenly turned on, Xu Chunqiu and Fu Nanxun sat on both sides of the stage, one black and one white wearing a long robe embroidered with a golden unicorn, and one carrying a huqin to pull up.

Beside it was the stand of the microphone, and after a brief two-bar accompaniment, they began the song's main stanza.

"I raise my glass and drink this bowl of celebratory wine."

"Ride on horseback and walk on the path of Weihu Mountain in style"

"The gentleman hereby swears that he will never turn back on the journey"

"We will never give up until we run out of ammunition."

Fu Nanxun cut his hair, and the persistent huqin in a white shirt appeared in the camera, but what he sang was the RAP he despised the most.

The old man is old and can't understand rap, so he just feels panicked.

Old Man Fu raised his glass and drank it all, but his eyes were wet for no reason.