After a long time, Fang Zheng planned to go back and take a look, and then bid farewell to Yang Hua, he really couldn't appreciate this kind of show.

However, at this moment, Fang Zheng saw a figure running into the woods, running very quickly.

Fang Zheng followed curiously, and when he looked closely, it was Zhao Wu.

I saw Zhao Wu holding a box, came to the back of the woods, took out the contents respectfully, and put them on the ground. That's a spiritual position!

Then Zhao Wutong knelt in front of the ranking, kowtowed his head with a bang, and cried while kowtowing: "Mom, my son is not filial, my son is playing that kind of mess again today, and he insulted his ancestors again." The son knows that a person like his son is not eligible to enter the ancestral grave even if he dies in the future. But the son can't help it, and the son has to live...... Woohoo......"

Speaking of this, Zhao Wu collapsed on the spot, crying, tears flowed down, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

When Fang Zheng saw this, his heart was sour.

To put it nicely, Zhao Wu is the foreman of a drama troupe, and he is also a small boss when he is older. To put it mildly, he is actually just a performer who runs the rivers and lakes, making money on his own ability, eating, supporting his family, and feeding those who eat with him. He also wanted to act well, but in the face of the hard demand of the market, they had no ability to resist and could only go with the flow. laughed on stage, cried off stage, behind the smile, there was too much bitterness.

At this time, Zhao Wu's wife came, also knelt beside Zhao Wu, patted Zhao Wu's shoulder and said, "I knew you were here, every time you played this kind of thing, you would find a corner where no one was there to cry." Don't cry, we're all cheap, that's all......"

"When I brought you into the industry, I said that I would only act in the main drama and play those traditional good things. However...... I'm sorry. Zhao Wudao.

"Don't say it, you've said it many times after all these years. When you go on stage, don't treat you as Zhao Wu...... An old-timer once said that if we play a two-person turn, we have to bring two skins, one with no face and no skin, and when we go on stage, we have to let go of everything and satisfy the audience. Another skin called Strong ...... "Speaking of this, Zhao Wu's eyes are also red, these words are simple, but it really goes against his heart, when he plays something disgusting to himself, when he plays like a clown to others, even if he makes money, he feels uncomfortable.

Zhao Wudao: "He also said that dreams are useless in front of the glass in front of the truck in the face of reality." But I'm not reconciled, what a good drama the two of them turned, why did they embark on this road......"

"It's not something you and I can change, get up. The two sons are on top, and after they finish acting, we still have to go up. "Zhao Wu's wife has arrived.

Zhao Wu sighed, got up and said, "Hey......"

Seeing this, Fang Zheng walked up, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

This Buddha horn made Zhao Wu jump up in fright, and when he saw that it was Fangzheng, the faces of the two of them instantly turned red. Zhao Wu said embarrassedly: "This mage, I'm sorry, I'm ...... I just ......"

"Amitabha, the donor is filial, and the poor monk sees it. However, the poor monk did not agree with the benefactor's words. So come out and want to talk to the donor. Fang Zheng smiled.

Looking at the white-clothed monk in front of him, his smile was as warm as the sun, and the feeling of being congested in his heart was unconsciously dispersed and much more comfortable. Zhao Wu knew Fang Zheng, he ran back and forth in the nearby village all the year round, it was impossible not to know this celebrity. But Yizhi Temple, Zhao Wu has never been there. Zhao Wu had never seen Fang Zheng himself, and today on stage, he saw Fang Zheng for the first time. Now it's the first time to face to face, close to each other.

Zhao Wu's wife arrived: "Master, we just complained, you ......"

"Don't worry, what the poor monk hears today will not tell anyone. Fang Zheng knew that if Zhao Wu's words just now were spread and used by someone with a heart, their career would be over.

Hearing Fang Zheng say this, the two also breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them sat on the ground, and Zhao Wu sighed: "I swear, although what I just said is not good, but ...... That's the reality. It's not just me, I know a lot of two-person actors, and now they are in this situation. We also wanted to do something good, but no one watched it. You saw it, and everyone loved it......"

Fang Zheng said: "Donor, the poor monk has seen it." However, the two of you have turned to this day, and you also have an unshirkable responsibility. ”

"I ......" Zhao Wu wanted to argue, but found that in the face of those calm and serene eyes anyway, he couldn't say it cheekily.

Fang Zheng continued: "In the past, although the drama was rated as the ninth rate, but in our northeast, once it becomes a corner, especially a famous corner, it is also a matter of being famous and honoring the ancestors. But if you look at you again, you are also a famous horn in our ten miles and eight villages, but you can't even enter the ancestral tomb. Nowadays, the most common phrase that poor monks hear is: If there is a singer in the family, you will not enter the ancestral grave after death! Although you have made money, you have lost too many things.

Even the locals see the two-person turn like this, how should outsiders look at the two-person turn? I'm afraid they can't even get into the lower ninth-rate, right?"

Hearing these words, Zhao Wu was silent, lowered his head, scratched his head vigorously with both hands, and said bitterly: "What can be done?" I know some teachers who insist on singing the main opera, even if it is them, they were in the limelight back then, and now there is no drama to perform. In order to survive, you can only give up your dreams, this is the reality. ”

Fang Zheng smiled and looked up at the sky, where a swallow landed on a branch.

Fang Zheng said: "Donor, what do you think it is?"

"Swallows. Zhao Wu's wife replied subconsciously.

Fang Zheng smiled: "Do swallows have any habits?"

Zhao Wu didn't understand what Fang Zheng was going to say, but said, "It's a migratory bird." ”

"It is indeed a migratory bird, and it flies south in winter. What if he doesn't fly south?" Fang Zheng asked.

"Frozen to death. When Zhao Wu said this, the whole person shuddered, and said with a wry smile: "I am the swallow that is about to freeze to death." ”

Fang Zheng shook his head and pointed to a sparrow and said, "Then why didn't it freeze to death?"

"Grow hair in winter, frost resistant. Zhao Wu's wife said.

Fang Zheng nodded: "Yes, it grows hair in winter and protects against the cold, so you don't have to leave your hometown." The sparrow was small and not as beautiful as a swallow, but he knew to guard his home and not fly away no matter what. The same dilemma, different choices, and a completely different life. When the poor monk was a child, he didn't like the sound of sparrows, it was very noisy, and it was ugly. But in winter, the snow covers the mountains, and there are no more birds. Occasionally, I heard them cry twice, like the sound of heaven, and the whole world seemed to come to life. ”

"Master, what do you mean?" asked Zhao Wu's wife, puzzled.

Zhao Wu's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, looking at Fang Zheng.