Seeing that Cheng Qiaoyi's eyes had been watching the play, the young man said: "Do you remember, you also took me to see this play before......"

Cheng Qiao looked back at him, no matter whether what he said was true or not, he couldn't remember.

The young man took a deep breath: "At that time, you also told me about the reason for the selection of this play, you said that the pear orchard line is all about eating open-mouth rice, and this play in "Golden Seal" is just about the story of Su Qinshun saying that the Six Kingdoms succeeded and was named the prime minister of the Six Kingdoms. ”

Listening to what the young man said, Cheng Qiaoyi nodded slightly.

Compared with the plot played in front of him, his heart is almost clear.

Soon, the performance was over.

At this time, the sacrificial activities were almost over.

Cheng Qiao's eyes turned around, only to feel that he was still unsatisfied.

This kind of huge industry worship is almost impossible to carry out in real life.

Of course, in addition to the factors of feudal superstition, a big reason is that the modern industry is often "scattered".

The emergence of the school has changed the tradition of many industry masters leading apprentices by hand, but it has brought new life to more industries.

It doesn't matter whether this change is good or bad, it has its own inevitable change.

Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but sigh, he just entered a copy, and after watching the sacrifice once, he had already begun to worry about the Peking Opera industry?

These people in front of them are really seeking new development for Peking Opera, and they have their own obsession with this industry. Choose one thing for a lifetime, one is prosperous, and one is lost.

Now is the most prosperous era of Peking Opera.

In this era, opera can be said to be a monopoly, cross talk is relegated to teahouses, and most movies are closely related to opera.

The sound of entertainment is nothing more than watching "Wujia Po" and laughing at "Dragon and Phoenix".

They probably won't know in their lives that one day in the future, Peking Opera will decline, and it will be able to change from the lower ninth class to the quintessence of the country, and become the so-called middle-aged and elderly people to pass the time.

It wasn't until he returned to the small building of the troupe that Cheng Qiaoyi turned around from his chaotic thoughts.

It is not possible to perform on stage on the day of worshipping the god Lao Lang, and all the troupes will rest on this day.

Originally, everyone went to sacrifice by their own troupe, and when they came back, they would take a half-day holiday, but now it has become a small-scale sacrifice of their own troupe after they come back.

Cheng Qiaoyi met the head of the Qinghua class for the first time.

The class leader is thin and small, but there is a lot of meat on his face, and his eyebrows and eyes are relatively delicate.

I heard that it is an old student.

But this has little to do with Cheng Qiaoyi.

"Qiao Yi ......" saw Cheng Qiaoyi coming over, and there was a trace of embarrassment on his face: "Why did you come down today?"

"Huh?"

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little strange, didn't the man just tell him that he would remember to come down and sacrifice together at night?

The class master sighed: "Since you have come down, then you can worship together." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little confused by him, but he couldn't find anyone to ask about the situation for a while.

Standing on the side, he saw the head of the class again from beginning to end.

Until all the worships were over, Cheng Qiaoyi didn't see the man who persuaded him to go down. Cheng Qiaoyi frowned, and there was some indescribable irritability in his heart.

Only then did he remember that he hadn't seemed to have asked him who he really was. After this copy, all he did was done under his guidance.

Lying on the bed, without the man's guidance, Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know what he should do.

He still didn't know anything about his current situation.

……

I slept groggily all night.

Open.

The empty hut in front of me was still in front of me, but ......

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but swallow a deep mouthful of saliva.

？？？

What is the situation!

The young man in front of him had the same face as him, and he naturally stood by the window and shouted, not at all like he was afraid that there were still people sleeping in the house.

Cheng Qiaoyi stood up and walked behind him gently.

"Hey. ”

The young man in front of him didn't mean to turn back at all, and still looked out the window.

"Hello?"

Cheng Qiaoyi said again.

There was still no reaction.

Looking at the appearance in front of him, Cheng Qiao had a bold guess in his heart......

He gently reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder.

The hand naturally slipped through his body.

Cheng Qiaoyi raised his eyebrows and reached out again to try.

Really.

Cheng Qiao was clear.

Now he is probably in a state of being a bystander, and he doesn't need to control his body. To be honest, he still likes this state.

After all, he doesn't know anything, and if he really keeps controlling it, if he doesn't say anything about his embarrassment, he may even damage the reputation of the original owner.

The original owner was indeed a very hardworking person.

From the moment Cheng Qiao opened his eyes, he has been practicing.

From shouting to running the circle to kicking and pressing......

Half a day slipped away unconsciously.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, if he could, he really wanted the young man to go to a meal. Looking at the way he was training, saying that he was not in good health, Cheng Qiaoyi had to suspect that he was hungry.

But the young man obviously didn't know Cheng Qiaoyi's thoughts, he stopped his movements and sat at the table and drank two sips of tea, and his eyes fell back to the room.

For some reason, he always felt that someone was watching him.

But he had looked around the room many times, and there was no one there.

Since he offended people and the class master gave him the play "Guanyin Attaining the Dao", he has never been on stage again.

He curled up in this small room every day, and took time to practice the basics.

He sings Tsing Yi, and the repertoire he has always performed is a double singing...... This is the first time for him to play this kind of play.

Although he complained about the things that the class master had done, his training was never interrupted.

Personal vendettas are one thing, but the stage is another.

After watching it for several days, Cheng Qiaoyi was about to die of a young man.

I thought it was just an accident that he didn't eat on the first day of training, but who knew that he would be like this for the next few days, and he would only eat dinner at most.

Just now he saw the man he saw when he first came, and it wasn't until he said that Cheng Qiaoyi knew that today was the day when the young man took the stage.

Although he didn't know what drama he was going to play, Cheng Qiaoyi's heart still unconsciously raised his throat.

However, the young man does not seem to have any psychological pressure at all

After putting on his makeup, he sang a few words softly beside him, opened his voice, and exchanged words and laughter with people.

"I haven't been on stage for a long time," the young man's eyebrows curled: "After this play...... I probably won't be on stage either. ”

He pleaded with a man Cheng Qiao had seen for the first time: "Cui'er handed it over to you, I can trust it in my heart...... It's just that I'm sorry for you to take care of it a little more in the future. ”

The man was stunned by what he said, and nodded in a daze.