On both sides of the road, where even two rickshaws staggered through, there were restaurants, teahouses, inns, and bathhouses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the low-income people in this southern city, it provides various indispensable edutainment, education and entertainment activities.

In these bustling crowds, Gu Zheng, who was running forward while watching the excitement, was suddenly attracted by one of the sales.

In fact, on the street where you can pick up two pairs of shoes that have been stepped on by walking around, the gate of the façade house in front of you is sparsely crowded, and people who can't wait to pass by have to go around twice before passing nearby.

Oops?

And so can't open a business?

On this street, even if you open a coffin shop, it doesn't necessarily have a bad business, right?

Let me see, what's going on?

Gu Zheng, who was running and watching, saw the huge signboard hanging on the façade, 'Dongli Tea Garden', oh, it is an open tea house.

This is strange, on this street where low-consumption people gather, it stands to reason that the business of this tea garden should not be bad?

Why is it that the people who pass by here are like hiding from the plague, and every time they pass by their tea plantations, they can't wait to run?

Before Gu Zheng could finish wondering, his own car also pulled to the door of the tea garden, and as soon as he arrived near this teahouse, he instantly understood how the strange state here was caused.

The tea garden, different from the tea house and tea house with a big face that the nobles like to go to, is a simple paddock, with a stage built in the middle, a few long tables, and a few supporting benches, which can be opened for business.

Most of the guests who come to the tea garden are looking for a place to relax after a tiring day's work, shouting a few good neighbors to play, three or five people order a pot of tea, two or three plates of snacks to knock teeth, and come to fart and chat, and people who spend some time.

In the tea garden, the big drama of babbling and singing on the stage has become the background board for their chat.

In the time between eating and drinking, listen to two sentences, and make a good judgment, which is also a different taste.

Although the level of the troupe singing in this kind of tea garden is not too high, it is not as 'outstanding' as the one in the Dongli Tea Garden.

Now, the earth-shattering sound that came from the gate, the ghost-like magic sound filled the ears, so that Gu Zheng, who was passing by here, almost didn't plant his head at the door of their house.

What are you singing about?

Blind to such an elegant name as Dongli.

The shopkeeper, who was in charge of Zhang Luo's guests at the door, couldn't help but smile bitterly after seeing Gu Zheng's unbelievable expression: "Guest officer, do you want tea?"

He was embarrassed to ask the second sentence, so he could only explain with a very lack of confidence: "The owner of our garden is a super fanatical ticket holder." ”

"We invited the troupe back and forth in the garden, but he was not satisfied, and he didn't say anything about it, but he had to put on the battle in person, saying that he wanted to add some popularity to the garden. ”

"After a while, he will be tired of singing, so he will stop, after all, the tea in our garden is still good.."

Who rarely drinks your tea, it will be dark when you see it, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts have been recruited by your boss, who dares to drink the tea here!!

Gu Zheng, who was at the gate of the tea garden, had something worse than complaining that was still waiting for him.

Because he listened to it a few times, he found that this boss sang even the most basic tones, and he ran 108,000 miles.

Not only that...... "The first emperor... Xia Nanyang.. Xia Nanyang.. Three please.." Even the foundation of singing lyrics is stumbling, as if it takes a long time to remember the second half of the sentence, which makes the listener anxious.

For an original owner who has been singing and fighting in the troupe since he was a child, this kind of thing is simply unforgivable.

And a kind of sky-high desire for opera in the body emerged like this.

The original owner, the original owner, although you feel that you haven't graduated yet, you can't sing.

But I think it's better for a person to sing than the stuff there, you don't have to make the owner of the tea garden sober up with cruel facts, then it will be these other people who rely on this tea garden to eat in the future.

For example, the shopkeeper who is frowning sadly......

Save people's lives, win the seventh-level floating slaughter, let me Gu Zheng rescue you!

Gu Zheng, who has always been a giant in action, first pulled the rickshaw to the wall of the tea garden, leaned against it, and then tidied up his wrinkled cloth coat, smoothed his throat, and opened his mouth without hesitation.

excerpts from "Empty City Strategy", he didn't listen to the drama team back then, and later transferred to the old class master and sang it to him.

For the people in their circle, as long as their voices are still there, they can live and sing until they are old.

Because of the existence of old singers, those elderly actors can still have something to eat.

This kind of opera experience is more of a test of a person's experience, and it requires the interpreter to be stable and calm, and to sing more calmly and steadily, which is not at all a layman can sing well.

It's going to take years of training, and it's time to see if God rewards you with a good voice that can eat this mouthful.

Although Gu Zheng's age is still immature, he has already passed the period of voice change, and he happens to have a good voice rewarded by God.

As soon as this tattered and unattractive rickshaw driver opened his mouth by the inconspicuous wall, even the grandmothers who were in the most hurry on the side of the road and were in a hurry to buy oil and go back to the pot stopped their fast footsteps.

"I'm a loose person in Wollongong...

Flat yin and yang are like backpalms, Bo Gu Tong Jin.."

One board and one eye, not slow, gently raised palms, holding the three strands of long hair that did not exist at all.

The low, deep, and rounded voice was scattered in half of the alley that was completely silent because of Gu Zheng's opening.

Some passers-by who like to enjoy opera, now in Gu Zheng's singing, directly closed their eyes, shook their heads and admired it, and completely forgot what they were going to do.

There are even some drama fans, and they squeezed directly towards the root of the wall where Gu Zheng was, and it didn't take long for a short time to form a rather spectacular half-circle shaped human wall on the side wall of the Dongli Tea Garden.

Although everyone on the periphery, you are next to me, and I am squeezing you, but they all have a tacit understanding to keep quiet, in order not to disturb Gu Zheng's interpretation, they don't even get close to him, just standing one meter away from Gu Zheng, shaking their heads, listening as if they were fascinated.

This beautiful and tactful singing, fluttering, passed through the barrier of the courtyard wall, and spread to the middle of the tea garden, just when Gu Zheng's second sentence was sung, the music there was like a glass cut, and finally came to an abrupt end.