As soon as the little couple started talking on the phone, it was endless, and finally it came to an end for the time being, Lu Xiu remembered that she had just finished today, and controlled the time and didn't talk too late: "Okay, it's almost time, go to bed early, good night." ”

Xu Chunqiu's side showed that he was editing the message.

Lu Xiu waited with interest, but half a minute later, he received a middle-aged and elderly emoji.

A base map of a budding lotus flower is accompanied by a white, italicized "good night".

What kind of touching year-old love is this.

He locked the screen, looked down and laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath.

There was a knock on the door outside the office door: "Mr. Lu, the financial report of the branch for the last quarter has come out." ”

Lu Xiu took a deep breath, coughed twice in embarrassment, and then straightened his clothes, and said in a serious voice: "Come in." ”

......

Early the next morning, Du Zigui opened his eyes in a cramped room. It was already dawn outside, but the semi-basement had no windows and was still dark.

He sat up from the mattress and raised his hand to turn on the light.

The toothpaste ran out, and he struggled to push out the little paste from the bottom and squeeze it onto the toothbrush, then took it into his mouth, and it didn't take long for his mouth to foam.

He wiped his wet hand on the mirror in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror with some dazedness.

Down, haggard, poor and white, he and Xu Chunqiu are simply people of two worlds.

But they sang the same play.

Du Zigui rinsed the foam in his mouth, wiped his face, and then touched his mobile phone and went out, planning to buy some baked cakes and soy milk for breakfast outside. The house he rented was too small, he didn't have a kitchen, so he had to go out and buy it.

Except for the door of the unit, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and in front of him was a familiar white van, if I remember correctly, it was Xu Chunqiu's nanny car.

"Am I scared......

The nanny car whistled briefly, the window of the right back seat was opened, Xu Chunqiu's face wearing a mask appeared in the window, and she beckoned in his direction: "See you again, Teacher Du." ”

She opened the car door and made room for him: "Get in the car." ”

Du Zigui did so with some confusion.

"Yesterday...... You've always been here?"

As soon as he blurted out, he realized that he had asked a stupid question.

Xiao Bai in the driver's seat interjected and replied: "How is it possible, it was Teacher Xiao Xu who hurriedly asked me to send her over again this morning." ”

I only heard Xu Chunqiu smile and say, "Teacher Du, will you keep singing like this." ”

Du Zigui didn't even want to think about it: "Of course." ”

"Okay," Xu Chunqiu turned to Xiaobai and said, "Let's go." ”

"Where are you taking me?"

"A place where you can keep singing like this. ”

......

Forty minutes later, the nanny car stopped at the door of Fu's house.

Xu Chunqiu knocked on the door, coming and going, she was more or less a regular guest here.

Her familiar disciples and the disciples who answered the door explained their intentions, and then led Du Zigui to sit down in the front hall.

Du Zigui looked at this excessively large opera garden with some trepidation, compared to here, the shabby courtyard they rented in the past seemed a little inadequate.

"The place you said can let me sing all the time, is it Fu Jialou?"

The Fu family class has been famous for a long time, how could he not know, but will they really accept him?

He only felt that Xu Chunqiu was unrealistic: "Teacher Xu, you don't specialize in singing, so you may not know much about it, the factional disputes in the opera garden, and the mutual exclusion between the teams, these are far more serious than you imagined." ”

"I know," Xu Chunqiu said softly, "I know all about exclusion and strife." ”

The scene during the rehearsal of "Thirteen Uniques of the Same Light" is vivid, Qiu Yuebai's contemptuous glance she still remembers, but if Peking Opera wants to break through, the first thing to break is this kind of mutual exclusion like a group.

The large-scale team monopolized resources and talents, and wiped out the few opportunities that were already few. Resources are limited, talents are solidified, and if this continues to develop in the long run, the next development of this circle is bound to be pathological.

One mind in the wall jumps out, and those outside the wall can't get in even if they break their heads.

Fu Nanxun's comeback is like a thin crack in this wall, what Xu Chunqiu wants to do is to break this high wall little by little along this crack.

"Little girl. Old Man Fu walked towards them step by step along the corridor of the atrium with his hands behind his back.

Du Zigui watched Xu Chunqiu and Old Man Fu cooperate on the same stage in "Wujia Po", and he guessed that Xu Chunqiu might have some connection with Fu Jiaban, but he didn't know that she had such a friendship with Old Man Fu.

"This is the kid you told me?" Old Man Fu stared at him twice, "He's a good boy, and he looks good." ”

"What are you singing?"

Du Zigui met the president of the opera association for the first time in person, and his voice was a little tight: "The younger generation is singing, mainly singing Pi Huang, and there are some Kunqu operas." ”

"The foundation of Kunqu Opera is solid. Old Man Fu nodded and commented.

"Can you sing a couple of words for me?"

Du Zigui was a little embarrassed, he sang in the glass cabinet of the commercial center for a whole day yesterday, and his voice is still dumb until now.

It's not that he can't sing, it's just that he sang here today, and when his vocal cords will recover, it's hard to say.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking forward to the old man in his eyes.

Sing it, it's rare to encounter such an opportunity, and the next time you encounter it, I'm afraid it will be the Year of the Monkey.

Du Zigui smiled a little reluctantly, cleared his throat, and was about to sing a paragraph with his voice open, but was interrupted by Xu Chunqiu's words.

"Old Fu, he sang outside for a day yesterday, and his voice was still dumb this morning," Xu Chunqiu explained for him, "I'm afraid that he will lose his voice if he starts singing again." ”

Old Man Fu nodded with some regret.

Du Zigui touched his Adam's apple, he knew that what Xu Chunqiu said was reasonable, but he inevitably felt a little regretful, and he didn't seize the opportunity in his hand.

But I heard Xu Chunqiu say: "Actually, you have heard him sing." ”

Old Man Fu turned his head to look at her with interest, and even Du Zigui himself was a little confused.

"Do you remember the Peking Opera actor who recorded a variety show with me before, "Please Give Me Time for a Song". ”

"Is that the kid singing in the subway?" Old Man Fu recalled, he remembered the voice, it was a pretty good offspring, but the name was a little vague.

"What's the name, I remember it seems to be called Du ......"

"Du Zigui. ”