He Lai Ming entered the door and ran around with the Hundred Opera Gang, and he didn't ask where he was when he got there. Why bother www.biquge.info I know the name of the place, I don't know where I am, I have nowhere to go, and where is the drama gang.

That night, He Laiming returned to the room, and the little heads in the room gathered together, looking at the new little junior brother. He Laiming has been wandering alone for a long time and has read a lot of people, but this is the first time that more than ten children live together in a hut like a sheepfold. Looking at this new little junior brother, the children in the room didn't speak, as if they were dumb. He Laiming hugged the quilt and found an empty kang head. A little senior brother was domineering, jumped on the kang and said: "Go aside, the master here occupies it!" He Lai Ming had just separated from his benefactor, and he was very annoyed and unhappy in his heart, and he retorted at the beginning: "Why? Your name is not engraved on this kang and you are not released, first come, first served!" The little senior brother was angry, and said angrily: "Why? The master is more capable than you!" Before the words fell, one leg swept towards He Laiming's forehead, and He Laiming's body was short and avoided the past. The little brother jumped off the kang, and his little fist rained down. He Lai Ming hurriedly hugged the quilt to block, blocked a few punches, and swept his left leg towards the child's feet, drawing a circle on the spot. The child, who hit him so hard, jumped in a hurry when he found out, and almost tripped over himself. "Okay!" The senior brothers and disciples on the side were happy, and kept fanning the wind and lighting the fire, and this kind of scene was like a rare scene for a poor family for them who practiced all day long. Only one of them hurriedly plucked the heads of several brothers and shouted, "Hey, stop fighting, you are not his opponent." It's going to hurt!" This child was born with fair eyebrows and clear eyes, and his lips were red as if he was about to drip blood, which was Zhou Lan that day. After finishing speaking, he was about to step forward to pull the fight, but where those senior brothers were willing to let go of this good show, they all grabbed him and said, "Oh, senior brother, don't worry about it!"

At this time, the door was pushed open and a teenager walked in, and the young man's fiery red eyes glared, and everyone was silent. "Zhou Jinfa! It's you kid here again!" Mo Bai finished pushing away a few children, stepped forward and slapped Zhou Jinfa heavily in the ear. He was also ruthless, and a dark palm print appeared on Zhou Jinfa's face, and the talented and brave little overlord immediately became a tearful man. Mo Bai walked out of the room, gently closed the door, and said, "Sleep well! Mo Bai stood outside the door and heard someone in the room still muttering: "I know that I can use the master to oppress people, but the master has no kung fu ......."

"What, Master, I'll pull you out and open the hall anyway!" The children fell asleep, and He Laiming stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. Zhou Lan lifted the quilt and beckoned to him: "Come, come to me." He Lai Ming went to lie down beside him, and Zhou Lan helped him cover the quilt and wrap his feet in the quilt.

"Let's sleep—" Zhou Lan let out a long sigh of relief and turned over.

At night, a little senior brother had a nightmare and kept shouting: "...... Mother, I don't study anymore. Take me away, I'll be obedient, take me home. ”

He Lai Ming was uncomfortable when he listened, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep at night. Zhou Lan was woken up.

He wasn't angry, and said softly, "What's the matter?" He Laiming whimpered softly: "I miss my mother." Although Zhou Lan knew that he was the successor of Yan Xiuyu in the gang, she didn't know his origin and asked, "Where is your mother?" He Laiming took a deep breath and said, "Dead." ”

"Oh. Zhou Lan didn't know how to answer him for a while.

"Where's your mother?"

"I don't know, I heard that she will come back to see me during the Chinese New Year...... It's been three years too. ”

It was late at night, the quilt was wet, and the two didn't know when they hugged each other and fell asleep......

In the future, when the sky was not clear, the elder brother Mo Bai brought a large basin of hot water to call everyone to wash their faces. The face is not clean, and the spots are blurred like the heart. When the sky was ambiguous, Mo Bai took a group of young disciples to choose an open place to stay and shout. A group of dolls each stood up and shouted, "Ahh It's like a group of little ghosts who can't escape back before dawn, and day by day, Shengsheng shouts out the sun.

The first practice of singing and opera is to walk in a circle. Sometimes it's Fengjing who pulls the erhu, sometimes it's Pingliu and sometimes it's the Ping gang leader himself, they hold wooden sticks, gently knock on the ground, and keep telling in their mouths: "Step on the racket and walk, your hands are consumed, and your legs don't bend...... Who told you to take such a big step!" The disciples kept walking, I don't know when this circle will be finished, my legs are weak, and I don't know how many laps, count, it's even more tiring. He Laiming gritted his teeth and walked, only then did he understand that it was so easy to break off righteousness, and now he only had a sour place in his heart to remember his kindness. I couldn't stop calling my mother, but I couldn't remember what my mother looked like.

Then there is the leg press, put the leg on the high beam and press the body up, the leg below is bent, and the master's little iron rod comes. On the other hand, the eldest brother Mo Bo, the indescribable envy is as if he has no hamstrings. Zhou Lan ranked second among the senior brothers, and her kung fu was not bad, so she smiled at He Lai Ming and said: "Did you say that the senior brother picked the hamstrings by himself, otherwise he wouldn't even sweat a single one." He Lai Ming gritted his teeth and was silent, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged one by one. Mo Bai listened to Zhou Lan's words and said with a smile: "Fart! If I break my hamstrings, then I can still be here?" Little junior brother, don't listen to his nonsense, in a few years, you will be as effortless as me, and I will also come from the pain you are now. It's okay, I'm getting used to it," He Lai Ming nodded stiffly, feeling his legs like a blazing fire, and his legs bent to the ground.

"What's going on! If you want to be in front of others, you need to suffer after others. Mober, take him to the base of the wall and tear his legs!

Mo Bo lowered his legs, shook his head, and led He Lai Ming to the wall. With his back against the wall and his legs spread, Mo Bai leaned down and whispered, "If it hurts too much, tell me." He Lai Ming replied lightly, and Mo Bai began to slowly add bricks, one, two...... He Laiming's legs were torn apart more and more, and his legs were like a thousand needles stabbed, "Senior brother, it hurts!"

"It hurts, that's it! Add it!" He Lai Ming looked up, but saw the master standing behind him. Mo Bai saw that the little junior brother was in severe pain, and stopped for a while. "Master, Senior Brother He has already ......" Ping Buping's eyes widened, and he shouted: "He hurts, you haven't hurt before?!

Mo Bai was helpless, his heart was crossed, and two more bricks were added. It hurts, who hasn't hurt before, why don't he worry about the pain of attacking his heart when he practices. At this time, He Laiming's pain is most clear to him, every time he sees his junior and younger brothers suffering, the pain of the past is like a flood of beasts attacking his body.

"Mother! It hurts! You come and pick me up! I don't practice! Take me away!" He Laiming cried out by pulling her neck, forgetting that her mother was dead and that her hometown was already a desperate place. It's as if you've come to the afterlife and taken a different path.

That evening, He Laiming sat alone on the threshold, and the setting sun illuminated the bluestone pavement like gold dust. A mother-like woman with a child, carrying the sunset on her back, bowed her head and walked silently towards He Laiming. The woman walked up to He Laiming, and saw that the woman was dressed in coarse cloth, her hair was tied with cotton cloth, and her sallow face was like a piece of straw paper. The child was a girl, no more than five years old, with a lovely appearance, half of her body hidden behind her mother. The woman opened her mouth, stopped talking, and after a long time she spoke: "Little brother, is your master here?" you help me call him out, and just say that I want to send my child to the gang to learn art...... The woman's voice became lower and lower, and finally she couldn't hear anything. After He Lai Ming heard this, he hurriedly got up to report, but he had only taken more than ten steps, and the girl cried "wow". He Laiming turned his head to look, and his mother was ruthless and left, walking quickly. In order to be more resolute, he ran again.

He Laiming walked up to the girl and hugged the girl into her arms, the girl's crying stopped, and a pair of moist eyes looked at him in fear.

"I'm the youngest in the gang. From now on, you will be my little sister. He hugged the girl, crossed the threshold, and walked towards the master's room, the room where the ancestral throne was placed.