The online live broadcast of DIRECTION's return concert was carried out at the same time as the offline performance, and Old Man Fu looked at Fu Nanxun on his phone, his eyes were sour, and he let out a long sigh.

He finally returned to his stage.

Fu Nanxun didn't know at this time what kind of earth-shaking impact his decision to return to the showbiz alone would have on the entire Fu family class.

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Old man Fu stood under the eaves with his hands in his hands, calmly watching the fish in the pond swimming happily, and Secretary Yu stood aside with a tablet, a little eager to speak.

"Say," Old Man Fu said without raising his head, "How many more did you leave today?"

"Thirteen, fifteen and sixteen are all gone, and they were poached by MCN, saying that they were going to be some Internet celebrities," Secretary Yu reported one by one, and his heart was also dripping blood, "And Xiao Nie, she has moved out of the theater and is going to be a trainee to prepare for her debut." ”

(MCN: Simply put, it is an Internet celebrity agency)

Old Man Fu nodded, and said with some regret: "Thirteen, a few of them left and left, and their minds were no longer here." ”

"It's just a pity that Xiao Nie's child, the voice condition is very good, the bones are soft, and the singing horn is the best, why did he just leave. ”

Most of the children who learn drama have some skills, winter love and summer practice Sanjiu, how many years of practice of basic skills, solid physical fitness, splitting and flipping are all a piece of cake, which is rare for ordinary trainees, so it is especially favored by brokerage companies, but anyone who looks good will have scouts in mind.

What's more, Fu Nan is looking for fire, and Fu Jialou has become a key area for scouts to patrol.

Fu Nanxun returned to the entertainment industry, which is equivalent to opening the opening of Fu's house, in less than two weeks, the disciples suddenly became impetuous, and gradually some people began to move out for one reason or another.

They want to be Fu Nanxun, they want to be celebrity idols who can be watched by everyone in the spotlight and flash, and they have enough of the nameless silent days.

Secretary Yu said a little anxiously: "Old man, you don't care about them?"

"Fu Jialou has been accumulating for many years, and it is not easy to make a drama garden, if it continues like this, the disciples should be empty one by one. ”

Old Man Fu said coldly: "They have already moved that thought, they are all like this, and it is useless to say anything." ”

He grabbed a handful of bait and sprinkled it in the pool, the swimming fish happily competed, he turned around and said, "Maybe this is the fate of Fu Jialou." ”

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After returning to the concert for a while, Fu Nanxun finally got free time and returned to the theater garden.

He pushed open the door of the courtyard with the hanging ring, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's nine o'clock in the morning, why is there no sound of voice training?

Why is it so deserted today?

Fu Nanxun pulled down his mask, and he was still wearing a hoodie and ripped jeans with the group's name printed on it, looking a little out of place with other disciples in coats and long shirts.

Huqin was at the orchestra in the east corner of the courtyard, and he walked through the corridor of the atrium, all the way through, but it seemed that someone pointed at him everywhere he went.

"Yo, the big star is back!"

"If you want to go back to the entertainment industry sooner or later, why did you come back to play the violin in the first place, it made the chickens and dogs in the troupe restless. ”

"Old Man Fu has such a grandson on the stall, and he can be regarded as having fallen blood mold. ”

"Actually, I can't blame him, will the entertainment industry be his own choice. ”

"His choice? What you said is light, if it weren't for him, would the old man be able to open this opening? If it weren't for him, the Thirteenth Senior Brother, and Senior Sister Xiao Nie wouldn't have left at all!"

"Look at how many people are still in Fujialou, and if you go down, you can simply break up. ”

"But Thirteen wanted to leave was his own idea, he didn't think about the play, he bullied the children who had just started every day, and he didn't see how good his work was. ”

"Eh, he patted his ass and walked away happily, saying that what kind of drama is the garden and the entertainment industry?heh, where is there such a good thing......

“......”

Fu Nanxun was a little panicked.

The old man's resistance to the entertainment industry is not unfounded. Peking Opera was originally a small circle, and he had no money, power, fame and fortune, so he kept a strict and clear distance from the entertainment industry.

He ran to be a trainee back then, and he could come back after a round of crawling, this is because Fu Jialou's surname is Fu, and the troupe and the garden are all his, but the disciples in the team are different, and when they leave, they are really gone.

He stood in the opera garden in a daze, looking around at the courtyard that had been a little too empty in recent days, like a child who had done something wrong.

He put down the huqin and rushed to knock on Old Man Fu's door: "Secretary Yu, please talk to the old man, I want to see my grandfather." ”

The door opened, and Old Man Fu sat on the Taishi chair in pear blossom wood, with his back bent.

The wall facing his back was originally full of old photos, and the disciples in the team would take a photo and hang it on it when they were apprentices, but now the photos on the wall are all left.

The photo frame left a rectangular trace, which made people feel as if they were empty.

Old man Fu is wiping the ashes on the glass photo frame with his hands, and the photo shows a girl, not very old, with two pigtails, and a line of small characters in the lower left corner, "Nie Fuqian worships Master Rucheng, taken on September 9, 2010." ”

"Who?" Old Man Fu's voice seemed to grow old all of a sudden, "Oh, Nanxun." ”

He slowly wiped the face of the young child in the photo with his wrinkled hand: "Do you remember your little senior sister, a good voice, like a silver bell." ”

Of course Fu Nanxun remembered her.

The disciples accepted by Old Man Fu all lived at home like him, ate and lived together, and ate at the same table as intimately.

Nie Fuqian is the most outstanding disciple of their generation, singing, beautiful and beautiful, with a pair of big eyes, anyone likes it. Before getting acquainted with Xu Chunqiu, the old man was most often talking about this Senior Sister Nie.

"She's gone too. Old Man Fu said a little weakly, "Like you, I also became a trainee and signed a ......contract under Lewen Media."

"Nan Xun, do you think he will return to the opera garden like you in the future?"

It's impossible, Fu Nanxun said silently in his heart.

Lewen Media's trainee contract is ten years, and after ten years, even if she really has the heart to come back, her voice and skills are wasted.

Not everyone can be like Xu Chunqiu, filming to catch up with the schedule, and at the same time thundering and practicing his voice.

She will never come back.