The weather in Chongqing is getting cooler in November, and humid air hangs over the city.

Cheng Qiao tightened the thin clothes on his body, and leaned against the peeling and shabby wall.

This is an era that is difficult to describe in history, some of the pedestrians are wearing robes, some are wearing suits, women are standing on the side of the road happily talking and laughing, wearing delicate cheongsams, smiling like flowers, the fan in their hands is blocked by their lips, and they are looking at the small building not far away.

That small building is a theater garden, the gongs and drums are shocking, and you can listen to the sound of applause from the road.

That's great.

The excitement is theirs, he has nothing.

Cheng Qiaoyi reached out and touched the empty pocket, and sighed helplessly.

Now I can't even get the money to enter the theater garden, so how can I learn drama.

Yes, he was said to be in this place because of the system, but he couldn't tell if it was the real system or just a dream he had.

The ghost knows what he thought when he saw the opera "Qiu Jiang" learning these words when he was in a daze, anyway, he only knew that he was very angry now, very angry, so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

The self-proclaimed dream system disappeared after he finished the lottery, and then he appeared in this place, if it weren't for his good eyes and seeing the huge word Qiujiang on the signboard of the opera garden, he felt that he might have a brain problem to the point that he dreamed of illogical.

If it weren't for that, how could he possibly want to learn Peking Opera?

Alas.

It's not a lady to meet the unification.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, and stood up with the dust on his body patted against the wall.

On this day, he was in a daze here, and he didn't know when he would be able to return to modern times.

When he first came here, Cheng Qiaoyi was still a little excited, and he also looked at the water beach on the ground.

Although it is not very clear to see, it is always a little hazy, but it is not difficult to see that this body is very delicate.

It's a little similar to his original appearance.

His family background should not be too good, otherwise he would not be wearing a thin gown on such a day, and his gray clothes will pull down a bit of his appearance.

But no matter how good-looking you are, you can't afford to eat, and you still have to work when it's time to be busy.

Cheng Qiaoyi secretly made a plan in his heart, at least he had to find a job before it was completely dark.

Learning opera can be postponed, after all, he doesn't like opera at all...... But finding a place to settle down is completely unprocrastinating.

Seeing that it was going to be dark, and he had no memory of his original body, he was afraid that he would really have to sleep on the streets if he dragged it out.

Cheng Qiao couldn't help but shudder when he remembered how he looked on the street one by one, shook his head, and drove out these terrifying thoughts.

...... Qinghua class?

Cheng Qiaoyi realized that he had unconsciously walked to the gate of the opera garden, which was not quite the same as he imagined.

A small two-story building, a huge signboard hangs down from the roof of the building, hanging down to the ground, blocking the front of the small building, there are passages on both sides, the passages are not narrow, but the appearance of the house is not visible at all.

The cheering in the room continued continuously, and his ears ached.

It was the first time Cheng Qiaoyi had seen such a scene.

In modern times, he is a serious engineering man, and he usually solders radios, wiring, and watches movies only a handful of times when he has nothing to do, let alone opera.

Until now, Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know why he came to learn drama.

But......

Cheng Qiao took a few steps back slightly, and the picture on the signboard was completely imprinted in his eyes.

The guy on the sign looks so familiar.

"Hashiichi!"

Suddenly, a male voice interrupted his thoughts: "Where have you been today, we are all worried!"

As soon as Cheng Qiao heard the prestige, it was a man who looked slightly hunchbacked, he had never seen it before, but there was an inexplicable closeness.

"I just walked around here. ”

When the man heard this, he sighed slightly: "You didn't know how soon you came back after shopping, your master is going crazy." ”

"Then he's angry with him, anyway, I don't want to learn Peking Opera. ”

！！！

Why do you say that?

Before Cheng Qiao could react, a roar sounded in his ears: "You little rabbit, you said you don't want to learn, did Lao Tzu force you to learn?"

Cheng Qiao's body stiffened and turned slightly.

"Dad?"

When Cheng Qingtong heard this, his brows frowned: "You have to understand the rules of the drama troupe in the drama troupe, since you have learned drama from me, you should call me master, what kind of dad should you call me?"

He spoke in the same tone as his father.

Cheng Qiao suddenly sank his shoulders consciously, and took a step back: "Master...... I, I, I was wrong. ”

"Why don't you come in quickly if you know you're wrong?"

Cheng Qiaoyi swallowed deeply, and followed Cheng Qingtong into the backstage step by step.

At this point, Cheng Qiaoyi finally knew why he felt that the portrait on the signboard of the Qinghua class was familiar.

It turned out that Danjiao was Comrade Lao Cheng!

You must know that although Comrade Lao Cheng is known as one of the best voices in the opera industry, he has never sung a horn!

If only I had a mobile phone now that I could take a picture of Comrade Cheng on the signboard.

When the time comes, I will bring it back to Comrade Su and show it......

Cheng Qiao suddenly felt that the fear in his heart was a little less, and a smile appeared on his face that he hadn't noticed.

This kid ......

Cheng Qingtong looked at Cheng Qiaoyi, since Cheng Qiaoyi agreed to learn from him, he hadn't shown such a smile for a long time.

If he can be happy if he is a little more relaxed, then today's training will be waived for the time being.

I wanted to think so, but Cheng Qingtong's frowning brows didn't relax for a moment, his sword eyebrows were raised into the clouds, and after thinking about it, he said stiffly: "You have been playing outside for most of the day today, and you don't know how to train well, if you don't practice for one day, you know if you don't practice for two days, and if you don't practice for three days, the audience knows, you can't ......be like this every day" But today you are tired, so go and rest first.

"Okay, you say, whatever you want me to practice, I'll practice now. Cheng Qiaoyi interrupted Cheng Qingtong's words and spoke.

The old Comrade Cheng in this world is exactly the same as the one in his memory, except for the difference in his singing behavior, and even his speech is the same with thorns.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't want to argue with him.

I usually have a lot of noise at home because of opera, and it seems that I am used to learning opera here on weekdays, and it shouldn't be too difficult to take over and practice all at once.

The only problem is......

What do you want to practice?

Does the system say "Autumn River"?

Cheng Qingtong didn't expect Cheng Qiao to react like this at all, and what he wanted to say was interrupted, so there was no need to say more.

Looking up at the Western clock, the time is still early, and I can still learn a little bit.

"Since you want to practice now, come into the house with me. ”