Looking at the report given by the hospital, Zhang Haowen was silent.

He thought it was just a soft tissue sprain, but he didn't expect it to be a broken ankle.

"Grandpa Zhang, I said that you can't delay it if something happens, you actually endure acting in a play?" Cheng Qiaoyi sighed.

Older people usually need conservative treatment due to osteoporosis.

The doctor's advice is to reduce the position by anaesthesia and then use a cast.

Fortunately, in the play "Autumn River", although the captain keeps moving, there is actually no too drastic movement, otherwise I am afraid that it will have to be relieved by surgery.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but speak: "If Zhu Qining and I hadn't brought you over just now, would you still be planning to drag it on?"

Zhang Haowen pursed his mouth: "Who said that? Don't I know my situation yet? I feel uncomfortable and I won't come to the hospital?"

Looking at Zhang Haowen's hard mouth, Cheng Qiaoyi sighed slightly.

The fight is indisputable, and the older generation is very stubborn, so they can only say it by the way.

"Grandpa Zhang, I know you are sure of your body," Cheng Qiao saw that Zhu Qining had already taken the wheelchair over, and sat on it with him: "We also know that you love opera, but think about it, if you don't pay attention and drag your body down, how will you sing in the future?"

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Zhang Haowen hurriedly "bah" two sentences: "Don't say those unlucky!"

"Since you know that it is unlucky, will you still be like this in the future?" Cheng Qiaoyi pushed the wheelchair and asked softly.

“……”

Zhang Haowen didn't answer, but Cheng Qiaoyi and Zhu Qining both knew his answer.

It's like the play "Green Bead Falling from the Tower".

At that time, there were many artists who climbed down from the upper floors in order to express themselves, and even lost their lives.

Sometimes it's not that I don't know, it's just that I don't want to live up to the stage and the audience.

is unwilling to live up to the stage and the audience, which means that there will always be some people who will live up to themselves.

Cheng Qiaoyi and Zhu Qining sat in a taxi back to school, with flashing lights outside the window and a lot of traffic.

"Third child, will you be like this in the future?" Cheng Qiaoyi looked out the window and couldn't help asking.

“…… Perhaps?"

No one knows about this.

I have never experienced the most glorious era of opera, I have not experienced listening to the teachings with many brothers and sisters in the opera troupe, and I have not experienced the pious worship of the old man god.

…… They weren't even the most basic of the pear orchards.

They may not be like the older generation in their lifetime, where they take tricks more than anything else.

Cheng Qiaoyi's mind still echoed with the voice of Cheng Qingtong teaching him in systematic learning.

"The drama is bigger than the sky......

"Don't let the water sleeves fall to the ground, respect some ......"

"The stage is such a noble place, don't defile it......"

……

Go back to your dorm room and lie down in bed.

Cheng Qiaoyi and Zhu Qining did not speak very tacitly.

Although there is no shortage of things about Old Man Zhang's appearance on stage, part of the reason is for Cheng Qiaoyi, but it is more because of his dedication to the stage.

Even though he is no longer a professional actor, his respect for the stage has always been from beginning to end.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed.

【Side quest completed!】

【System Automatic Lottery ......】

？？？

Cheng Qiaoyi was taken aback by the system that suddenly appeared.

He hadn't spoken for so long, and he had almost forgotten that he was bound to a system.

[What side quest did I complete?]

Cheng Qiao looked stunned when he heard this.

[We've just detected that you've finished performing a play.] 】

？？？

[I've been performing for a few hours now!]

Cheng Qiao looked at his phone.

01:23.

【…… The draw is complete!]

[The system is automatically receiving!]

Yes?

Before Cheng Qiao could react, he looked up and found that he seemed to have entered another copy.

But this time, the system didn't give him any prompts.

【…… System?】

Cheng Qiaoyi whispered twice in his heart.

There was no reaction, exactly the same as when he first entered the dungeon.

Sure enough, it's a pigeon system......

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, stood up and walked towards the place where the faint light came from.

"Whoa—"

The curtains are drawn.

The sky was not yet bright, it was inky blue, and one or two white clouds could be faintly seen hidden in the middle.

There was light coming in, even if it was very dim, it was enough for Cheng Qiao to take a look at the room he was in.

The house is not big, but there are fewer things. However, the room of more than ten square meters has a feeling of emptiness.

The furniture in the room is all wooden, painted with dark red lacquer, which looks unique.

It doesn't look like a modern style in any way.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed.

In fact, he had already predicted it when he found out that he seemed to be wearing a long robe, but he was unwilling to admit it.

Sitting at the table, the face in the mirror is full of shadows.

He looks almost exactly like him.

The only difference is probably that there are no thick dark circles under the eyes of this body.

"Tuk-tuk-"

"Who?" Hearing the knock on the door, Cheng Qiaoyi opened the door with inquiry.

Outside the door was a young man.

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi, he hurriedly said: "Qiaoyi, are you something? Why haven't you come out yet? Time is almost too late." ”

Hearing his words, Cheng Qiaoyi was a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously felt that he had to go down with him.

"I was just going to go out. ”

As he spoke, Cheng Qiao came out on one side and closed the door: "Since it's almost too late, let's hurry up!"

The man nodded, and walked quickly.

Cheng Qiao took a step behind quietly, and walked behind him to an alley not far away.

There were already a lot of people in the alley, mostly men.

Some hold suona in their hands, some hold leather drums, and some hold cymbals...... In the middle of the procession there was an unidentified statue of a god.

Cheng Qiaoyi asked in a low voice, "Shall we not take anything?"

The man was a little strange: "What are you talking about? It's not the first year that you've celebrated Lao Langshen's birthday, why do you still ask this kind of question?"

As he spoke, he pulled Cheng Qiaoyi's clothes: "You stand with me, anyway, as long as we are in the back, no one cares where we stand." ”

Lao Lang God's birthday?

Cheng Qiaoyi captured this key word and silently wrote it down in his heart.

The man led him to the very end of the line.

"Are you okay?" the man whispered, "I don't think the weather is particularly good today, it may rain a little for a while, if you can't hold it, just tell the class master?"

Cheng Qiao nodded: "Okay, I know, I'll see the situation later." ”

Having said that, Cheng Qiaoyi still didn't want to miss this rare opportunity.

Worship Lao Lang Shen, he heard Lao Cheng and them all talk about it, and when they said it, their tone was full of pity,—— this is a custom that has disappeared over time.