There was no clue about this failed investment, and everyone simply kept silent and said nothing more.

The originally planned celebration banquet was in the soup, and the big guys tossed all night, and they all went home, and those unconcealable losses can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

The Spring Garden is not far from the family building of the old troupe, and it is only a ten-minute walk, Gu Nanqiao and Fan Lingchu are not in a hurry, so they simply wander back.

After the beginning of autumn, it is very cold at night, especially after a burst of autumn rain a few days ago, which completely takes away the temperature of late summer, and the semi-yellow dead leaves stacked on the ground also look extremely depressed. I don't feel it when the sun is shining, but the cold wind blows incessantly at night, as if it can penetrate the skin and penetrate between the bones, and it arouses a little chill for no reason.

There were not many pedestrians on the boulevard, and neither of them spoke, walking in silence. It was so quiet that the only thing left was the occasional honking of car horns on the road, except for the faint sound of shoe soles scraping against dead leaves.

If Gu Nanqiao had been chatting with Fan Lingchu all the way and coaxing her master, she was so confused that she really didn't know how to talk about it, and even vaguely, she was afraid that Fan Lingchu would say something.

There are too many things that have happened today, and she suddenly got the opportunity to sing "The Phoenix Returns to the Nest" in the New Year's performance season, the last unclear mention of Head Xia, and Su Yiyang's almost sharp exposé, these words are constantly lingering in Gu Nanqiao's heart, causing her mood to fluctuate, and her emotional changes are particularly complicated.

What should she do in the future, or how should she choose?

Gu Nanqiao hadn't thought about these headaches, but with the attitude of procrastinating if she could, she had always deliberately avoided making the final decision. Therefore, knowing that the energy involved in the Spring Garden and the work of the Peking Opera Troupe in Province B affect each other, and even the different paths, Gu Nanqiao still doesn't want to give up on both sides, and always feels that as long as he works harder, even if he continues to squeeze the little private time he has left, he can let the Spring Garden last for a while longer.

But when will it last?

As the head of the class, Fan Ling is getting older, and no one has taken over his team, and there is no successor in the spring garden. And once Fan Lingchu retreats, it will only be a matter of time before the "iron triangle" that exists with him as the axis will gradually collapse. Fan Yishan was unwilling to care about the spring garden, if she wanted to break such a predicament, the only way was for Gu Nanqiao to stand up.

But how big the price is behind this, a discerning person can see it - this is forcing Gu Nanqiao to gamble on his future and future, whether this private theater troupe that is not on the stage can fight for a glimmer of life.

Fan Lingchu could see these things clearly, and Gu Nanqiao also knew them, but no one ever pointed to them.

Gu Nanqiao is greedy, Fan Lingchu is selfish, and all kinds of thoughts that turn back and forth are stacked together, and they become silent.

Gu Nanqiao knew that no matter how much she dragged on, she would have to face the day of making decisions sooner or later. Although he thought through his heart, he was always waiting for the so-called turning point, and was dragged down by personal emotions. Tracing back to the root is like what Su Yiyang said, she wants everything and is reluctant to give up anything.

But with the arrival of this acquisition agreement, these problems that did not arise were put on the surface, and Gu Nanqiao was no longer given a chance to delay.

- The current situation is forcing her to make a decision.

Before Gu Nanqiao could come up with a reason, he was pulled back by Fan Lingchu's words.

Fan Lingchu's low voice came through the wind, and the sadness hidden in it became less real: "Nan Qiao, I don't think so, this contract should be signed." ”

Gu Nanqiao turned her head sideways when she heard the sound, she saw her master's face hidden in the night, the dim light of the street lamp set off his clear bones, and there was no longer the domineering spirit of the overlord of Chu on the stage. After removing the oil paint, Fan Lingchu's old face was particularly tired, and the deep grooves of the nasolabial folds appeared on the pale skin, which rarely showed a little fragility.

Gu Nanqiao's heart was sour, and his tone slowed down.

"Master, what do you say, if you sign this contract, won't you just give the spring garden to others, we all survived the most difficult time, and now we ......."

"Right now, it's the hardest time. Before Gu Nanqiao could finish speaking, Fan Lingchu interrupted her with a low sigh, "Nanqiao, in fact, in the early years, I knew that the spring garden was delaying your energy...... I always thought that when the spring garden was a little more open and I could afford to hire more people, I would take the burden off your shoulders, and who knew that it would be so many years of delay. Ay...... It's me who is too selfish. ”

"Master, what are you talking about? Gu Nanqiao took Fan Lingchu's hand and said in a sincere tone, "I have never regarded the spring garden as a burden, on the contrary, I especially thank you for letting my temperament come and accompanying me to toss blindly." Especially last year, I proposed that we can try new singing methods in the spring garden, and the big guys don't have time to rehearse according to my ideas, only you subtly change when you go on stage, adjust little by little, and accompany me to try....."

"Girl, don't give this credit to me......." Fan Lingchu smiled bitterly, his palm patted the back of Gu Nanqiao's hand, and met those clear and moving eyes, he really felt sorry for his beloved disciple in his heart.

"Over the years, you have worked hard and spent so much effort to run the Spring Garden, and I am not dazzled and deaf, how can I not see it? Hey, if you hadn't been thinking of a way for us, just relying on me and Lao Duan, Lao Li, and our three brothers to eat the old book, the Spring Garden would have been closed long ago. ”

"Master, how can I be as powerful as you say, you are too exalted to me. ”

Fan Lingchu had just started talking, and Gu Nanqiao guessed what he was going to say, and a panic surged into her heart for no reason. Many times, the words spoken are like water spilled out, not to mention the clothes, everyone is willing to pretend to be confused, but if you say it thoroughly, it will be difficult to continue to whitewash the peace, and it will inevitably hurt others and yourself.

Thinking like this, Gu Nanqiao pursed the corners of his lips slightly, barely giving Fan Lingchu more opportunity to sigh, and said in a resolute tone: "Master, the Spring Garden was founded by you, if it wasn't for your persistence back then, there would be no such troupe today....... I can't watch others take Fan Jiaban away, this is not a matter of price and treatment at all, no matter what you think, I can't accept this acquisition contract, and I believe that Uncle Duan and Uncle Li will not accept it either. ”

"Girl, listen to me...... Ay. Of course, Fan Lingchu knew Gu Nanqiao's good intentions, and he was reluctant to use this troupe, but since he had made up his mind, there was no need to continue to drag others down.

The boulevard was lined with trees, and a few leaves were blown off by the night wind, swirling and falling in mid-air, leaving a faint arc. Fan Lingchu squinted slightly, his gaze was very deep, as if he was looking at the falling leaves, and as if he was thinking about something more profound through the leaves, and after losing his mind for a moment, a faint sigh rolled out of his throat.

"Since I retired from the troupe, I have been bent on singing Peking Opera, and no one at home supported me at that time, so your master and mother persuaded me all night long, as for Yishan, she even saw that my nose was not a nose, and my eyes were not eyes...... But I'm like I've eaten a scale, and no one can persuade me...... Later, your sister had no choice but to support me, and she took out all the family's savings for me to toss, so that there was a garden full of spring. Now that I think about it, I said I was right or wrong back then......"

Gu Nanqiao bit her lip lightly, and didn't say anything for a long time, Fan Lingchu's question was too poignant, especially now that the master has passed away, Fan Yishan has also completely broken with the family, where can the so-called right and wrong be investigated.

Fortunately, Fan Lingchu didn't want any answer, he paused and continued.

"Nan Qiao, you are only seventeen years old and in your second year of high school, right? Your little sister was busy with the college entrance examination, and when the spring garden was full of site selection and decoration, you accompanied me back and forth...... At that time, I took a fancy to a small courtyard a little farther away, did you say that we are better here now, and you can still step on the boulevard to go home after the performance...... Hey, and then the spring garden is set in the current place, this time we have been singing for more than six years, and the peacock chair you picked back then has been used for a long time......"

Gu Nanqiao's heart was very uncomfortable, and for no reason he felt that the tip of his nose was a little sour.

"Master......"

Fan Lingchu didn't respond to anything, just continued to talk to himself, his eyes narrowed slightly, the spirit and spirit of Peking Opera actors who had been trained by years of practicing the eye and body method dissipated under the initial recovery of a serious illness, and it was no different from ordinary old people, and it seemed a little muddy and weak.

"The first few years of the spring garden are really difficult, every year at the end of the year, what I am most afraid of is to settle accounts, the performance fee at the end of the year goes to the basic expenses, and it is not enough to even give Lao Duan Lao Li and them a little more year-end bonus. Hey, and you, Nan Qiao...... Since you started college, you have been on stage for the Spring Garden, the Academy of Chinese Opera is busy with schoolwork, you have to toss at both ends, every time I say that I will give you a performance fee, you kid still refuses to ask for it, so many years, it's really embarrassing for you......"

"Master, what are you talking about, isn't this tormenting me?" Gu Nanqiao didn't think about it, so he subconsciously blurted out, "You have taken care of me since I was a child, and without you, I would not be where I am today, what kind of affection is this...... If you perform on stage in the Spring Garden, I still care if you ask for a performance fee, won't you be a white-eyed wolf?"

"But these are two different things, girl. ”

Fan Lingchu opened his mouth with a wry smile, and the sigh was hidden in the night wind, with a pale echo.

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