There was a babbling sound in the courtyard, and the sound of the huqin also changed its tune, intermittently.

Xu Chunqiu stood there so fixedly, standing in this courtyard abandoned by the bustling city, with the sound of a thousand turns in her ears, as if being slapped on the Gobi Desert by the tide of the times, even this sentence "Thousands of generations" seemed to have the musty smell of the old era, she looked at it, raised her hand and wiped it on her eyes, her hands were wet and cold.

As soon as Du Zigui turned around, he happened to see Xu Chunqiu's eyes sparkling, and secretly raised his hand to wipe away this tear.

Maybe it was Xu Chunqiu's pearl-like voice in the subway, or maybe it was a string of tears that she secretly wiped away when she stood in front of the words "Thousands of Generations", which made Du Zigui feel that maybe in the matter of Peking Opera, their emotions are the same.

"When I was recording today, I failed the challenge, and no one on the platform wanted to walk into that car for me. ”

Xu Chunqiu turned his head to look at him in a daze, and for a while he didn't understand why he failed to reintroduce the show.

"But after the subway went for a stop, two high school students came to me and told me that they knew I was singing 'The Drunken Concubine'. ”

"They are all your fans and watched your "Homecoming". ”

Because they love you, they are willing to try to understand the art.

Xu Chunqiu's eyes widened in astonishment.

So when he walked out of the subway again, he held his head high, and he didn't have a decadent appearance at all.

Because although it is dying, this art is still alive.

"Xiao Du," the huqin in the courtyard stopped, and an old voice asked in a throat, "are you back?"

"It's back. ”

Du Zigui replied loudly, and then took Xu Chunqiu into the courtyard. The backyard is the same cramped as the front hall, there are a few small horses against the wall, a lame old gentleman with a huqin in his hand is teaching a little girl who is less than twelve years old, and a person who looks about the same age as Du Zigui is lying there and tearing his crotch.

The washed costumes were hung in a row to dry in the yard, and the breeze blew and the smell of laundry detergent was blowing.

"The Begonia Society has been passed down to this day, and there are only a few of us left. ”

Du Zigui invited her to sit down at the low table in the front hall, and turned on the light casually, the lighting in the room was not good, and there was not much light in the daytime. The light bulb flashed twice, and it lit up with a dappled light.

He politely made her tea, and the tea was aged green tea at the bottom of the box, with a strange smell. Except for Pu'er, the tea is not as old as new, not to mention the pot brewed by Du Zigui, which has long been known to have a taste with something.

Xu Chunqiu took a sip of the teacup, and swallowed the skewered tea without changing his face, as if it was no different from the cake "Dragon Horse" made by the old man Fu in the Fu family building.

"You ......"

Xu Chunqiu wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he was silently swallowed back, just drinking tea silently.

Du Zigui smiled indifferently: "What's this, the whole of Beijing, no, there are countless teams like us in the whole of China, and it has been a day to hold on, and I don't know when it will not be able to last." ”

The old man who played the qin had very good ears, and when he heard Du Zigui's frustrated words in the courtyard, he rolled his eyes angrily, and shouted at him: "Xiao Du, don't talk nonsense." ”

Who knew that in the next second, just like Ying and his words, the light bulb in the room flickered on and off, and suddenly deflated.

"It should be a power outage. Du Zigui smiled awkwardly.

After a while, the little girl's voice came from the yard, "Brother Zigui, there is no water in the faucet." ”

Water and electricity were cut off.

"The surname is Du, Du Zigui!"

There was a muffled sound of "popping" outside the wooden door, and the fragile brass lock was of little use, and after a while, the uninvited guest broke in uninvited, a fat woman with curly hair on instant noodles.

"The rabbit cub surnamed Du, you come out for me!"

Du Zigui's face turned white and stood up straight.

"The co-authors are all here, why don't you squeak," the landlord said in a weird manner, "Last month's rent, when are you going to owe it?"

"We ......"

Du Zigui was about to say something, but was immediately interrupted by her again: "Don't shut up your mouth, if you can't pay the money, get out of here." ”

"I've cut off the water and electricity, and I'll talk about when I pay for it. ”

I don't know when it started, Du Zigui's straight back fell down again, as if something heavy was pressing on his shoulder, pressing him out of breath.

"How much is missing?"

Xu Chunqiu's voice was very calm, like a pool of water.

"Five thousand yuan, not a penny less!"

Without saying a word, she took out her mobile phone from her bag: "Is it okay to transfer money on WeChat?"

"How does this fit......"

They are not related, but they had a one-sided relationship when they were recording the show, and the other party kindly sent him back, but he happened to wade into such troubled waters.

Du Zigui was anxious to stop it, but he couldn't get so much money in hand, so he could only watch Xu Chunqiu scan the code, and then fill in a number on the transfer page that he couldn't pay at all.

"I'll transfer you two months' worth of money at a time, and you can restore the water and electricity to them as soon as possible. ”

Xu Chunqiu directly transferred 10,000 yuan over, and he didn't even blink his eyes when he paid.

The landlord took the money, and his attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees: "It's easy to say, then it's like this today, we'll see you back." ”

Du Zigui sent the landlord away without saying a word, and sat back in front of Xu Chunqiu, he smuttered, unable to say a word for a long time.

owing money was like being naturally shorter, and he felt more and more that he couldn't raise his head in front of Xu Chunqiu.

"I ...... You, you leave a contact information, and when we have enough here, we will return it to you. ”

"No need," Xu Chunqiu waved her hand, she didn't want to see this troupe disappear without a trace under the pretext of nothingness, and she didn't want to see that the dusty "Thousand Generations of Generations" had not had time to be realized, and all the beautiful visions were in vain.

However, Du Zigui insisted again and again, and they still added WeChat in the end.

......

Xu Chunqiu left the small broken yard of the Begonia Society, walked out again through the narrow and dilapidated alley, the assistant who had sent her over before drove the nanny car and disappeared, and a black Maybach parked at the mouth of the alley was flashing.

The car door opened, and a housekeeper-like person bowed slightly towards her, Xu Chunqiu recognized it, it was Secretary Yu next to Old Man Fu.

"Miss Xu, the old man, please come to the teahouse for a while. ”