That night, Xiao Jiu slept on Xu Fang's bed, the compound was full, and there was no vacancy.

This sleep was very poor, one night, Xu Fang slapped off Xiao Jiu's hand pinching his waist four times, pushed away his octopus-like entanglement five times, listened to his half-night mouth open mouth to tease the girl in his dreams, and at three o'clock in the morning, the uncle who had been busy all night died down.

And early the next morning, Uncle Xiao, who felt that he had slept very well, really went to breathe the fresh air of socialism.

After sending the car here last night, Xiao Jiu learned that Xu Fang was going to teach the next day, and immediately decided to go hand in hand with his friends who helped send the car over, hand in hand, Ah No, shoulder to shoulder to appreciate the customs of Shanghai.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiu grew up in Shanghai when he was a child, and his biological parents came to live in Beijing, and after so many years, there has not been much change here, so Xiao Jiu is more familiar with this piece than the gangsters.

There is no need to let go of the friendship of the landlord.

The curriculum of the freshman class is planned as follows: the first 15 days of theoretical teaching, followed by the next 5 days of basic tests, breathing, singing, etc.

It is also commonly known as personal rating.

Instructors are then assigned according to each person's actual situation, preferably one-on-one tutoring.

Yue opera is divided into many factions, such as the Xu faction, the Lu faction, the Yuan faction, etc., and is divided into the Danjiao school and the Shengjiao school.

The genre you like and the right voice for your voice are important.

With a week left in the grading process, Xu Fang gave each student a repertoire book he had made himself, which contained most of the famous Yue Opera songs, and gave each student a copy of the information on the Yue Opera repertoire in the repertoire.

All students are required to choose a suitable or favorite piece of music for practice.

After a week's wait, the assessment will be intensive.

The shadows of the trees were dim, and Xu Fang was holding a cheese-flavored pet teething stick in his hand, which was creaky and creaking as a bully.

In the past, the people who came in and entered this compound were all acquaintances, and they knew that the bully was fierce, so they didn't dare to pamper it at most.

But now the students of the freshman class live in the East Courtyard in batches, and the dogs often drill holes to enter, so in order to avoid scaring the students, they can only be wronged.

The ringtone of the mobile phone that shook in the pocket broke the harmony at the moment, and the most original ringtone of the same model of mobile phone was also featureless.

That is, the man who answers the phone looks much better than the average person.

Xu Fang: "Lao Guan." ”

The voice of the person known as Lao Guan came out of the earpiece, "The sender's IP can't be traced, you know, after checking it, it looks like it has been washed by a lot of water, and it is blank." ”

Xu Fang slowly let out a breath from his chest, and his gaze drifted away, "Well, I know." ”

There was silence for two seconds, "Brother, do you need help?"

The person on the other end of the phone touched the short stubble that had been shaved very well, but the expression on his face was not as playful as the action of touching the beard.

He had read the email, and the content was about Xu Fang.

And it seems that it is his father's last pen, Xu Chengbin's death was a sensation at the beginning, whether it is in the circle of Yue Opera or not, living in this area, I have always heard of it.

Xu Chengbin, the amazing man back then, hanged himself because of unbearable verbal violence.

He forgot the specific time, so he used the Internet to search, but he didn't know that the date of Xu Chengbin's death and the date written on the page of the diary in the email were amazingly coincidental.

Coincidentally, it makes people break out in a cold sweat behind their backs.

Sixteen years have passed, who sent an email to the son of the deceased that year?

What is the intention?

Moreover, judging from the fact that the IP cannot be traced, that person has a strong anti-reconnaissance ability and is very vigilant.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Fang only felt a sticky feeling on the side of his fingers, he turned his head, and saw the bully standing on his feet, two front dog legs on his knees, licking his fingers with a small cheese snack, and the big edible teether didn't know when it was finished.

Xu Fang reached out and tapped the bully's head, then rubbed his hand twice on its head, turned around and entered the house.

After washing my hands, I lit a cigarette and sat down in front of the computer to open the email again.

This time, he put his hands on the keyboard, and the quick reply bar typed the words into the sentence with the movement of his fingers.

'What is the answer you want to give?'

However, just like the heavy heart he felt when he replied, there was no reply to this heavy email after it was sent.

His email address is still on the homepage of Guohai's official website, and anyone could have sent him this email.

The truth is like a silkworm chrysalis wrapped in a black mist, and the black fog is still pervasive, and the butterflies that die in the chrysalis cannot be peeled out.

That night, Xu Fang had a dream.

The old stage, the gorgeous costumes, the male dan's face is wearing Li Xiuying's makeup, and the jasper hairpin has not yet been sung, and it has become a perfect sound.

As a young man, he stood under the platform, his eyes frightened, and there was no one around him.

Somehow, the picture suddenly changed to his current appearance, and he slowly approached the man.

In the darkness, Bai Aya held his neck, and the closed eyes on the face of the defeated man opened suddenly.

He opened his mouth as if to speak.

But from his eyes, mouth, and ears, black water gushed out.

Cover him all over the place.

Xu Fang opened his eyes abruptly and gasped for air into the dark room.

He sat up, his sweat-soaked T-shirt pressed against his body, his hands over his face, and he took a deep breath.

The sky outside was faintly bright, and he staggered out to open the door, covering him with a rare cool air in the early morning.

……

You Li studied the repertoire book in his hand, and after flipping through it several times, he felt clueless.

As far as she knows, Xu Fang studied under the Xiaodan school founded by Lu Ruiying, the Lu School.

If she wants to be a disciple of his men, she must sing this Lu dialect.

She listened to the tape twice, and she tasted one word, difficult.

Although the song was difficult, her head turned quickly, and she immediately grabbed the repertoire book and walked out.

Xu Fang's life is quite regular, he gets up at five o'clock in the morning to go for a morning jog, and can appear at the mouth of the alley at about six o'clock.

There is a kitchen in each branch of the compound where You Li lives, but she doesn't use fireworks, and the rest of the female students occasionally burn it once or twice, and the courtyard is full of incense.

When the stove is not moved, everyone goes to the Longmen Snack Street across the street to cope with breakfast, lunch and dinner.

It's strange that Xu Fang will also go.

When she checked on him, she found out that he had something, for example, that his mother was married to his master.

And his master Li Yiyi is the current head of the Yue Opera Troupe, to put it bluntly, this Yue Opera Troupe belongs to half of his family.

What is the concept of going out to eat every day without eating at the same table with your family?

There was a sound of the metal of the dog chain colliding in the west courtyard, You Li raised his eyes, and Xu Fang's figure appeared in sight.

She glanced back and forth below his neck and above the knees, especially at the waist, but unfortunately the sportswear he was wearing was like an old feudal, impermeable to the wind, and a little bit of skin and flesh was not exposed.