"Let's send you back by the way, Mr. Du, where do you live?"

Du Zigui didn't realize until she got into Xu Chunqiu's car that she realized that the sentence she just said was just a casual reason, she didn't even know where Du Zigui was going, so how could she talk about the way?

He brushed the robe on his body, which had begun to wrinkle due to neglect, and the embarrassment he realized afterwards came up from the bottom of his heart. On a hot day, the bus was crowded and there was no air conditioning, and it was inevitable that he would be embarrassed to squeeze in a long shirt, Xu Chunqiu offered to give him a ride because he saw this.

Du Zigui reported a remote place name in a low voice.

The assistant in the driver's seat hurriedly agreed. The place was so remote that the assistant had never heard of it, so he took advantage of the next red light to look down and check the navigation.

After about half an hour's work, the road began to be a little potholed and uneven. The city of Beijing is not only red walls and high-rise buildings, but also the edge of the city, where the uninhabited barrenness and half-dead dilapidated are mixed together, and compared with the city center, there is a subtle feeling of a period of prosperity and a period of dilapidation.

The assistant drove on, and suddenly there was an "ah", and the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and it pulled over to the mouth of a narrow alley, the walls were bald, and the dull paint was mottled and peeled off.

"I can't get in ahead. ”

"Thank you very much, just put me here. Du Zigui said embarrassedly, he pointed to the alley, "It's close, it's in the alley." ”

Xu Chunqiu squinted his eyes and looked in the direction he pointed, and found a dilapidated building squeezed between the low bungalow and the dilapidated brick house, and the sound of the huqin faintly came from the end of the alley, like a troupe.

"It's a little broken" Du Zigui's face was a little ugly, and he unconsciously pulled the corner ......of his clothes.

"Is this a theater?" Xu Chunqiu asked curiously.

It's really humiliating to say that it's a theater.

"It's not a theater...... It's just that we rented a small courtyard, and our troupe lived in it. ”

Living in such a remote area?

"It's so far away from the city, how much time does it take to work back and forth every day?"

“...... No," Du Zigui's head was lowered and did not rise, "there is no work." ”

He met Xu Chunqiu's eyes: "Today's announcement is the first job of our entire team this month. ”

But today is July 31, the last day of the month.

Since Xu Chunqiu came to this era ninety years later, all he has seen is the grandeur of Fu Jialou, with more than a dozen children hula lined up side by side in the courtyard, the stage is open and spacious, and even the window frames are carved with flowers.

She thought that although Peking Opera was in decline and in decline, at least 90 years had passed, and the conditions for Peking Opera actors were always good. But now that I think about it, this art has declined, and how many practitioners can feel better?

- How many Peking Opera actors who eat this bowl of rice have suffered a lot since they were children, but they can't see the future, so they can only be forced to change careers to find some other way out for themselves.

When she was in Liulichang, Xu Lao blurted out an exclamation that appeared in her mind as it was, and it wasn't until she saw it with her own eyes that she knew that the living environment of Peking Opera actors was so bad.

She shoots an advertisement for one million, and the company and the platform can still have five figures in her hand after taking a cut of the left and right, and "Please Give Me Time for a Song" opened a sky-high price to invite her to star. But what about Du Zigui? Those countless Peking Opera performers who were buried in the corners of this concrete forest, they broke their heads to practice, they smashed their hair, and turned their heels, did anyone look at them?

Xu Chunqiu only felt that a cold water was poured down, the crowded heads in the subway, the barrage that was quickly brushed on the mobile phone screen, those attentions, those praises, all changed their taste for a while.

What Xu Lao said is right, the current situation is like this, those who sing can't compare to those who sing, and those who sing can't compare to those who act.

Their attention is not for Peking Opera, but for her alone.

"I ......" Xu Chunqiu paused and asked Du Zigui sincerely, "Can I go in and have a look?"

She stepped on Christian Louboutin's high heels, and the GUCCI logo on her shoulder bag was eye-catching, looking from head to toe, as if even her hair was out of place in this dilapidated alley.

She knew that she was rashly making such a request, it was like exposing someone else's wounds, and she was tearing off the fig leaf that Du Zigui had to maintain the last decency.

But if she didn't mention it at this time, maybe it would be difficult for her to come across such a suitable opportunity to see with her own eyes the countless ordinary troupes of this era, scattered like stones sinking into the sea.

Du Zigui was silent, struggled in his heart, and did not speak.

"If it's difficult, forget it, I'm actually just curious......" Xu Chunqiu didn't want to make it difficult for others, so he took the lead in breaking the silence and breaking the siege.

But at this time, he suddenly became open-minded and said, "No." ”

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I'll take you in. ”

Xu Chunqiu followed behind Du Zigui, opened the car door and walked into the alley. On the left and right sides of the alley are debris piled up by nearby residents, and the smell is not very good.

A water pipe burst open, slanting diagonally across the middle of the road, and the sewage winded into a small ditch.

Du Zigui frowned, turned his head to look at Xu Chunqiu's expensive high heels, and said, "Watch your step." ”

When they entered, the old wooden door creaked, and the locks on it were still brass and mottled, presumably some years old. There is a musty smell in the room, the wall of the front hall has begun to peel off, the gray bare blank, in order to cover the peeling place, there is a crooked hanging on it that can be seen at a glance is an imitation of the begonia spring sleep picture.

There was a dusty plaque on the side of the wall, and the black ebony was gilded, and it looked like the most valuable thing in the whole room. Xu Chunqiu looked at it, and there were four words written on it, "Thousands of generations".

Du Zigui felt as if the musty smell was not only in this room, but also on him. They are like moths in the city, dwelling in the corners of the urban-rural junction, relying on their last perseverance and lonely and difficult support, to guard this art that has been half buried in the ground.

The rent is about to be paid, and the next job is not yet available, and they will not be able to hold on.