Du Zigui sat in the back seat of Xu Chunqiu's nanny car, and the scenery outside the window was rapidly receiving. After the New Year's Eve, the New Year is approaching, and the streets and alleys begin to be lit up.

He looked out the window in confusion, but his gaze could not be focused.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, this car is like the fairy godmother's pumpkin carriage to him, as if every time he gets on this car, he is at the fork in the road of fate, and is rushing to a completely different and new road from his previous life.

From the dilapidated theater in the suburban alley, to the semi-basement of the old residential area, to the bright and magnificent Fu Family Building, where will you stop next?

He retracted his gaze and inadvertently rested his gaze on the rearview mirror, through which he met his gaze with Xu Chunqiu who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"You've been on fire lately. Xu Chunqiu said suddenly.

Du Zigui didn't know how to respond, he knew better than anyone else that it was just a temporary false fire with Xu Chunqiu's popularity.

His current false fire, in other words, is called "bloodsucking".

"I'm sorry that my phone has been busy, and I have to make a special trip to Fu's house to find me," Du Zigui said with some embarrassment, "Recently, there have always been all kinds of messy calls to my mobile phone to find me, and I don't know when personal information was leaked......"

Not only artist management companies, but also MCN agencies, it seems that all kinds of demons and monsters have emerged, and they are like wolves with green eyes, staring at Du Zigui's fat.

But Xu Chunqiu seemed to be purposefully preparing to take him somewhere.

I heard her ask with interest: "Do you want to be an Internet celebrity, or do you want to be an artist?"

He experienced such a quiet and embarrassing period, and finally survived until he tasted a little sweetness, and he began to be known by more and more people.

But his eyes were still clear and clean.

Du Zigui shook his head: "I am a Peking Opera actor, and I am just a Peking Opera actor." ”

"I just want to sing, as long as I am given a stage, I can keep singing. ”

She wasn't wrong.

Xu Chunqiu let out a smile: "I'm relieved to have your words." ”

Du Zigui looked at her with some astonishment.

Xu Chunqiu obviously had something to say, but he couldn't understand the meaning of her words.

"It's here. ”

Xu Chunqiu said softly.

The nanny car stopped in front of a garden on the edge of the Third Ring Road, and Xu Chunqiu took the lead in unbuttoning his seat belt and pulling the car door.

The area of the garden is not large, but fortunately, the location is quite superior, and it is very close to the nearby bus and subway station. The main building is a small two-story building, which seems to have an antique taste from the outside.

"This is ......," Du Zigui said, following Xu Chunqiu's steps into the garden.

There are elegant seats on the first floor, boxes on the second floor, and a stage facing the audience on three sides in the center.

"Is this a theater?" he blurted out, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "but it doesn't seem to have started to open yet, how are you ......?"

Xu Chunqiu walked up the side steps to the three-foot red platform, and she stood in the middle of the stage and stretched out her arms, like a bird about to fly.

"Peking Opera lacks a stage, and now I have built this stage. ”

She smiled: "Welcome to the Qianqiu Theater." ”

After speaking, she jumped down from the edge of the stage, and Du Zigui looked around in surprise with wide eyes.

"Let's go, I'll show you around. ”

Not long after the theater was completed, although it was rebuilt from the original foundation, it took a lot of effort.

In terms of scale, it is obviously not as magnificent as Fu's house, and the number of spectators that can accommodate the two floors together may not exceed 300 people, but it has a unique charm.

Du Zigui knocked on the pear blossom wooden trunk and sighed sincerely: "I always feel as if the theater at the peak of Peking Opera has been moved to modern times." ”

In a way, he's the truth.

He can't estimate the cost of this theater, just this place in Beijing's Third Ring Road is probably more than the money he can earn in his lifetime.

Xu Chunqiu smiled deeply and famously, and while leading him around, he said: "The decoration has been basically completed, and there are still some small placements missing, but these are not in a hurry." ”

"After the unboxing performance after the year, I pushed this theater building in front of everyone's eyes. ”

(Unboxing: A theatrical term that refers to the first performance after the Spring Festival, named after the re-sealing of the props of the sealed performance, and later also quoted by the cross talk industry)

Xu Chunqiu's eyes were full of light, as if he had seen what this theater would look like in the future.

"There is no threshold for this theater, no matter what faction is the teacher, as long as you make up a decent team, you can come, and the income is 28 percent of the theater, and the theater is only 20%. ”

Du Zigui couldn't help but say, "In this way, you will lose your life." ”

There are too many troupes that have no fame and no audience, and Xu Chunqiu's regulations are not much different from doing charity.

But she smiled and said, "I didn't open this theater to make money." ”

Du Zigui followed behind Xu Chunqiu step by step, and he seemed to suddenly understand why she would take him to the New Year's Eve party to brush his face.

Driven by the celebrity effect, even people who are not too interested in Peking Opera itself will come to this theater to listen to a Peking Opera and check in.

But Xu Chunqiu's main business is not here after all, and this theater needs someone to be stationed here stably to retain the audience for a long time.

"If you're interested, unboxing the show, I'll leave you a role. ”

Xu Chunqiu chose him.

"Good. ”

Du Zigui nodded, then followed her footsteps, and was about to leave the theater.

Before leaving, he noticed that a plaque was missing at the entrance, and looked up to see that it was empty.

"I'll take some time to visit the antique city and see if there's a suitable one. ”

Du Zigui said: "Don't be so troublesome, there are already ready-made ones." ”

"How about 'Generations of Generations'?"

Xu Chunqiu recalled the dusty ebony plaque, on which were the four words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, thousands of generations.

Du Zigui was so embarrassed that he was reluctant to dispose of the plaque in the semi-basement of the old residential area, but at this moment, he changed hands to Xu Chunqiu so easily.

"That's what you gave me?"

Du Zigui said: "This is where it should be. ”