Cuiyan Pavilion has been busy since early in the morning.

The pavilion master stared at the old and young, commanded properly, and couldn't hide the joy on his face during the period. The Wu family class, which was finally invited, sang for almost half a year, and in the last show today, the tickets were already sold out.

After today, Cuiyan Pavilion will be moved to the hands of the next pavilion master, and it will live up to the trust of the ancestors.

In a wing room of Cuiyan Pavilion, there is an old and a young, the rouge gouache on the table is neatly arranged, and there is a set of flower clothes hanging on the wooden Shi behind it.

In front of the mirror sat a teenage girl, and an old gentleman beside her was carefully sketching with an eyebrow pencil.

"Master, let's go home tomorrow. ”

"It is said that six-year-old dolls love homesickness, you are in your teens, and you will get married in a few years, and you will still be talking about going back to your parents' house when the time comes?" Although the old gentleman has entered the old age, he still can't hide the delicate air between his eyebrows.

"Master, I won't get married, I have to follow you for the rest of my life, and I will give you a pension and send you to the end. The doll muttered.

"Hehe、、、 the girl is not staying, then Yang Liuqing ran away with Shang Shusheng at the age of twelve, and the old father at home is not eager to see through. ”

"Master, I'm not that Yang Liuqing, you, and not that old man Yang. The female doll couldn't help but laugh when she heard the master talk about this "The Story of the Peach Garden".

In the play, Yang Liuqing met Shang Shusheng, who was ten years older than him, in Taoyuan, and the two fell in love at first sight. Later, Shang Shusheng was forced to marry by his family, and the two met in Taoyuan at midnight to elope. The old man Yang followed, and there was this "Taoyuan Departure"

Master smiled: "I spent makeup when I was smiling, but the night is your battle for fame, after tonight, people will never remember Wu Xiushi again, and will only praise you Xiao Jiu'er." ”

"Master, I don't want this. ”

"No, you are the only disciple of the master, who are you not praising you?"

Xiao Jiu'er, who was sitting in front of the mirror, seemed to understand something, lowered her head and was silent for a while: "Master, it's so troublesome to grow up." ”

Wu Xiushi, who was known as the master of the Wu faction, chuckled and shook his head: "Xiao Jiu'er, there is still a long way to go, and the master can't accompany you until the end." ”

After all, Xiao Jiu'er was only ten years old, and nodded as if she didn't understand.

"Come, turn your head, Master has to draw you a beautiful picture today. ”

"All right, Master. ”

......

Hearing that the last scene of Wu Jiaban tonight, the fans of Snakehead City have been waiting for a long time, and the audience is full. This listener never distinguishes between young and old, regardless of poverty, the rich listen to the elegant, and the rich listen to the lively.

There is the legend of the chivalrous man, the love of the children of the rivers and lakes, the power of the court, and the sesame mung bean soup of the people.

"Boss, take a look, it's going to be the opening soon. Today's singing is the "Taoyuan Departure", which is about Yang Liuqing's elopement with Shang Xiucai. The golf ball was in the box and ate a piece of watermelon explained.

"I've heard this play, but it's not bad. Zhao Qianshu rubbed his feet, and secretly wiped his hand behind the golfball.

"Wu Jiaban's "Taoyuan Departure" was first created by the class owner Wu Xiushi, and the debut was in their hometown, and they were famous all over the world. This is now, what's the drop? You've heard it before?" asked the golfer.

Zhao Qianshu hesitated: "Isn't there an imitation, yet, it's not the same." ”

Wang Luo and the others smiled on the side, but they didn't say anything.

The three layers in the Cuiyan Pavilion and the outer three layers are full of people, and some people heard that this Wu Xiushi quit after singing this scene, this last scene, a generation of famous teachers, who doesn't want to come and have a good time?

There was silence all around the seats, and first there was the sound of the cicadas.

"Silk ...... Zizi Zi ......"

"It's a lifetime, a year, a month, a day, an hour, it's not a lifetime. ”

Wang Luo layman, only to see a man and a woman coming out from behind the scenes, holding hands, the woman said affectionately.

The man raised his head, put his right hand lightly on the woman's shoulder, and bowed his head to make that sad look: "Don't blame this world for its impermanence, I am still Xiucai will never live up to you Yang Liuqing." ”

"Let's see how this red dust is, yes, yes. ”

The woman sang sonorously.

"Good, good, good. What a husband and a woman 、、、"

At this time, another life corner came out from behind the scenes.

Take figure-eight steps, swaying from side to side, one foot off the ground without falling.

The audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

"This is the head of the Wu family, the Wu faction Taidou Wu Xiushi. This kung fu, this tone, there is no ordinary person who can't practice it for decades. The golf ball held out his thumb in praise.

Wang Luo didn't hear why, and Guan Ju on the side was fascinated by it.

"Dad, drink dew at night and blow the wind in the morning, and plum blossoms do not regret entering late autumn. The shy woman hid behind the scholar again and again.

"That's it, as a father, let him go to hell for nine days. Even the outline of ethics is nothing more than a cloud of the past. ”

This Wu Xiushi's right foot stepped on the ground fiercely, and with a high voice, he hung into the sky.

Cuiyan Pavilion was like nine thunderbolts roaring, the entire space was shaking, everyone in the audience was shocked, and some even grabbed the guardrail on the side with both hands, for fear that one would accidentally fall into the abyss.

Some fascinated people slapped the table in front of them, banging, and shouting, "It's all just a floating cloud." ”

There are even more people who are holding the drama with tears in their eyes and crying bitterly.

This Yang Liuqing took two steps forward, and then wanted to stop, and glanced back at this Shang scholar: "Persuade you to drink the wine, say goodbye to my father and go forward." ”

Yang Liu sang and knelt on the stage with a plop.

That Shang Shusheng also knelt down after him.

Wu Xiushi waved his sleeves and swayed left and right: "Old father, old father, the family is a pillar, there is no roof beam, and there is an empty house left." ”

Yang Liuqing and the scholar were both crying.

There was silence in the audience, and Wang Luo was even more shocked by this scene, a short drama was so fascinating.

Even though it was the first time I heard it, it seemed like centuries had passed.

"What kind of bird are you singing?

Where did the audience buy it, one or two voices scolded angrily.

"If you don't understand, don't comment on it. ”

"It's deaf your pig ears. ”

The three people on the stage were not affected for a day.

"Dad, in the next life, Liu'er is repaying that kindness......"

That Yang Liuqing shouted hoarsely on the stage.

"Bang ......"

The line was broken, and the sound couldn't be connected.

It is said that this man is afraid of "Night Run", and the woman is afraid of "Sifan".

It was supposed to be the end of this peerless moment, but Yang Liuqing's singing voice went wrong, and he couldn't lift it in one breath.