Yu San'er next to him had the courage to take a closer look, but Yu Mengyu didn't say anything. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the two of them finished reading, Yu San'er looked at the letter again, but it was blocked tightly, and it was estimated that he couldn't see it, so he said: "Master, where you just finished acting, Shang Xue's sleeves can be full for a few days." ”

This letter was sent from Anjiang City.

Yu Mengyu sat on the Taishi chair, the boat was running in the steady river water, and others seemed to be swinging with it, their eyes half-squinted, as if they were asleep.

Yu San'er waited calmly for a long time, and then heard Yu Mengyu say: "The future is terrifying. ”

Yu San'er continued: "This time they also took a shortcut to pay the army, besides, the female singer's drama path is still narrower, master, what do you have to worry about?" ”

Yu Mengyu shook his head, as if to explain, and seemed to think that Yu San'er and his children were unteachable, so he just said a short sentence: "I'm not talking about her." Then he closed his eyes again.

Yu San'er looked at this scene, swallowed the question of "who is that" into her stomach, waited for a while, and finally knew that Yu Mengyu would not speak again, and walked out of the house lightly with hesitation.

Yu Mengyu is the grandmaster of Northern Opera.

He was born in a family of Liyuan, he took the stage when he was six or seven years old, and when he was a teenager, he went to Beijing and went south three times, and his reputation was all over the country, and this was the fourth time he went south.

The last time I went south from Shangjing was more than ten years ago.

At that time, he was only in his thirties, and a gentleman named Xiao Qian praised the female singer "Sai Guanyin", even though the "Sai Guanyin" at that time was given the name of the Queen Mother, and he could make a tie with him on the throne, he never put it in his eyes.

He thought in his heart, there is no drama in the world that does not work hard, like Xiao Qian, who has never sung a word and has never practiced any figure, is just a temperament and playing.

But Xiao Qian is writing plays and composing new songs, and he also specially formed a team for "Sai Guanyin", inviting people everywhere - invited many famous actors, and naturally invited him to the head.

There are some things that can't be shirked, otherwise he will offend people, and at that time he knew that Xiao Qian was not an ordinary gentleman, but the baby little marquis of Huaiyuan Houfu, and he had to hang two cards under the "Sai Guanyin".

What if those dramas are popular all over the world? The world evaluates that those famous characters in Xiao Qian's team are a match made in heaven? The people in the song department said that it was a good story that he carried a knife for "Sai Guanyin", so what?

He has his own team, and he has his own plays that he wants to act and sing!

At that time, he could only throw the team back to his father, Lao Yu, the class master.

This is a lifelong shame for Yu Mengyu!

But after all, he didn't dare to say it to Xiao Qian, if people knew that he thought like this, he would probably only be regarded as ignorant and unscrupulous.

Even Lao Yu's class master persuaded him, persuading him not to be angry for a while, saying that Xiao Qian was a character.

Characters, perhaps, who made Xiao Qian illustrious, rich and powerful.

Yu Mengyu is in Xiao Qian's team, thinking about his mirror class, thinking about his old father - a lot of martial arts, the old Yu class master can't play anymore, he is simply living like a year.

Later, "Sai Guanyin" broke his leg, Yu Mengyu was indeed sorry, no matter what he had to say about Xiao Qian, but he was really in service of "Sai Guanyin" - there were too few good Northern Opera Da Qingyi, if there was no Xiao Qian, he once wanted to pull "Sai Guanyin" to his mirror class.

But in addition to regret, there seems to be a sense of relief in my heart.

It was at that time that he took over the burden of the mirror class again and went south for the third time.

Soon, "Sai Guanyin" disappeared, and Xiao Qian never appeared again.

Yu Mengyu slowly recalled that when he saw Xiao Qian again, it was already the twelfth year of Qingyou.

He was the deputy director of the music department, and when he went to meet the main officer, he saw Xiao Qian sitting in front of him, looking like a rich and noble child, and was laughing and talking about something with several adults in the Ministry of Rites.

At that time, Yu Mengyu, who took over the mirror class, was already even more famous, and the people he came in and out of contact with were literati and scholars, and ordinary Beijing officials of the fifth and sixth levels could not invite him to sing a church meeting! But the identity of the servant still reminded him from time to time, and he respectfully met with this Xiao director.

About three years ago, I don't know who mentioned the title of "the world's first teaching", he asked with interest, but he didn't expect to say Xiao Qian-and this head has been for many years.

At that time, Xiao Qian had already left Shangjing, and it was said that he had settled in Huodu, and only occasionally heard the news that he had instructed a servant and who had written a book to, and he also admired that the rich and noble children were so affectionate about one of the "plays", and the others were not worth it.

Yu Mengyu leaned on the soft whirring cushion, stroking his forehead with his hand, his eyes slightly open under his hands, revealing a sharp light.

"Ming opera, Ming opera...... Xiao Qian......"

Xiao Qian is sitting in the bamboo garden.

The cool breeze blows the bamboo leaves and brushes up one ripple after another, and the wind through the bamboo forest hits the body, which seems to bring the fragrance of bamboo.

It was Sai Guanyin who invited him here.

The two of them didn't say anything to each other, just sat quietly, sometimes sipping a sip of tea, sometimes taking a piece of dim sum into the mouth, sometimes looking at the charm of the bamboo outside, and sometimes turning the pages of the book that they didn't read.

Xiao Qian has never spent such a quiet, leisurely and reassuring afternoon, with tea at hand and Sai Guanyin by his side.

Even before Sai Guanyin's leg accident, the two of them were still in the season when they were in the season of you and me, and they didn't have such a time, but because they both had strong personalities, they often quarreled with different opinions.

Xiao Qian recalled, and a slight smile unconsciously oozed from his mouth.

Sai Guanyin looked at him secretly, the sun gently slanted over, this face that she felt had never changed, and this face that she felt was because of her vicissitudes, it was so warm and beautiful.

"Whoa." Sai Guanyin still spoke, breaking the comfort at this moment, she looked at Xiao Qian, who seemed to be startled for a moment, and said, "If I don't ask you, won't you tell me?" ”

"Say what?" Xiao Qian was still a little dazed.

"Miss Shang."

Xiao Qian was suddenly silent.

He didn't know what to say.

Xiao Qian always remembered that day, in this bamboo garden, he said: "She or another you, living on the red tree, the sound of gongs and drums, the melodious flute, stretch your body, show your singing voice, enjoy the interpretation of the emperor, the talented and beautiful woman, and also accept the thunderous applause from the audience." ”