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September 8th is the day when Chu Qing reports to the Chinese opera.

It's funny to say, at about this time last year, Lao Jia mentioned this matter, and it was a year of procrastination. It's not that Chu Qing has to go to Chinese opera to take classes, so he becomes high-end, but he really wants to learn something, and in order to satisfy the little vanity of never going to college.

Thinking of this, he thought of Wang Tong again.

Since the Chinese New Year, the two have not seen each other once, and have only spoken on the phone a few times, and the other party also knows that he has a girlfriend now. In fact, Wang Tong is not very busy, and he is not too busy, but they all tacitly and rationally maintain this sense of distance to avoid impulsiveness.

Chu Qing stood at the door of the Chinese opera, staring at the door of the school for a while, the open brown ink gate, there are ancient eaves on the top, lacquer pillars on both sides, there are signs hanging on them, and there are two little lions squatting at the door.

This façade is as cramped as Dongmian Hutong, just looking at this posture, he thought that he was going to enter a landlord's compound.

Looking inside outside the door, I can't see the whole picture clearly, like the style of the ancients, it seems to be very narrow. As a result, when I stepped into the door, my eyes were wide open, and I was ......

Well, it's cramped.

The new students of the class of '98 entered the school on this day.

From five meters outside the door to the consultation office twenty meters inside the door, this line is full of pink and tender little handsome guys and little girls. Chinese opera does not recruit many people every year, and it has just filled the door, which is not crowded or deserted.

They are dressed as well as their faces, they love to talk, they love to laugh, they love to make friends, they get together in twos and threes, they know or don't know each other, they don't know each other, they can't stand a warm and careful scrutiny.

These young people have a vitality and pride that makes Chu Qing envious all over their bodies.

Youth is used to force people.

Chu Qing is now a little forced by them to have no way out.

Like the sauerkraut jar in the hallway of his house, he squeezed past a handful of youth, and then finally found the guide sign for the refresher class.

The refresher course is different from the unified enrollment, you need to register in advance and pay the tuition fee, and the management of students is also relaxed.

"I was hit by that youth...... Waist. ”

This "down" word, you must be coquettish to show that you understand it very well.

Chu Qing hummed the ancient century Diqu, and with his empty hands, he followed the arrow and walked to a two-story building.

It looked like it was supposed to be a school building, poked in a remote corner of the campus, and its appearance was as low-key as its location. The ancient gray walls are mottled and dripping, and even the creepers don't bother to go up.

In front of the building is a small empty field, with two tables, only one teacher is sitting in charge of registration and reception, and there is a one-meter banner in the back: the registration office of the advanced class of the performance department.

The words are pitifully small.

The teacher is a woman, who looks to be fifty years old, but she looks gentle.

"Classmate, are you here to report?"

Chu Qing said: "Well, yes." ”

"What's your name?"

"Chu Qing."

The teacher opened the booklet, found his name, looked at his ID card again, and asked, "Do you live in the school?" ”

"Don't stop."

The teacher handed him a blue book casually and said with a smile: "At two o'clock in the afternoon, gather in the classroom on the first floor here, don't be late." ”

Chu Qing said dumbfounded: "That's it?" ”

The teacher smiled and asked, "Then what else is wrong with you?" ”

"It's not." Chu Qing said: "I mean you don't need to go through the admission procedures or anything?" ”

The teacher said: "No, after you pay the tuition, we have already registered it here, just confirm that it is me today." ”

He added: "At two o'clock in the afternoon, you must not be late, there are some things to tell your classmates." ”

Chu Qing looked at the time, just enough time to eat, he took the blue booklet and ran to the small restaurant outside the school, asked for a bowl of shaved noodles, and snorted to make do with a meal.

In other words, the standard of the catering industry here is much worse than that of the film school.

He flipped through the booklet, which contained tongue twisters, excerpted lines, lyrical prose, and fables...... A lot of articles, a lot of paragraphs. After a little look, there are still a lot of foreign names, it seems that there are both domestic and foreign, but I didn't find the issue number, it should be a reading material within the school.

Well, he didn't even admit that this poor booklet was a textbook.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Qing sat in the last row of the small classroom on time.

There were people scattered at the door from time to time, not too old, most of them in their twenties, and a few who looked to be in their thirties. Although it doesn't look as good as those new ones, it has a mature and calm taste.

At 2:05 p.m., the teacher also walked in and stood in front of the podium and looked around.

Chu Qing also looked around, there were only about 20 people in total.

In the 90s, learning acting was still quite a mysterious thing, there were not many people who reported, and the Chinese Opera Performance Department recruited so many people every year, and in a few years even less than 20 people started classes.

There are many junior college classes, which can reach one or two hundred people, but Su zhì is too much different, mainly because of the floating mind. Those people don't seem to be here to learn acting, but to be attached to the halo of Chinese opera, so that they can gild their future on the stage or do San'er's future.

In contrast, the refresher course is better, at least it is really to learn.

The teacher's surname is Gu, and he doesn't teach classes, so he can be regarded as the counselor of this class.

After she finished the roll call, she began to nag about the general rules. The refresher course is held from Monday to Friday every week, with weekends off for a year. The difference with the undergraduate class is that they integrate the essence of their four years into this year, and it is purely performance teaching, so there is no need for cultural classes such as some other English languages.

Chu Qing listened to it without a match, compared with the youthful college life he saw on TV, he suddenly had a strong sense of copycat, and he was embarrassed!

But it's also quite amazing, he is twenty-two, and he actually started to go to school again, and those strangers sitting in the classroom have also had a name that is far away from him from this moment, classmate.

After Teacher Gu finished speaking, he gave them the class schedule again. Chu Qing took a look, there will be a class tomorrow, it is an acting class, and there is a footnote at the back: Introduction to Performance Elements.

What's this?

At the end of the show, there was nothing waiting for the protagonist's abuse of the ** local tyrant to jump out, and then said very domineeringly that he invited his classmates to eat and sing K. These people have been rolling in society for several years, not to mention that they are not so showy.

Chu Qing didn't know anything about his future here, the only thing he needed to prepare was two versions of inch photos, which he would hand in tomorrow for his documents.

…………

On the way back, he turned into a labor market not far from his residence.

Of course, he didn't go to recruit workers, but ran through the back door of the market. There was a dilapidated bungalow, a brick-filled open space, littered with bottles and cans and scrap metal.

This is a scrap collection station, and the boss is called the boss, which is the revolutionary friendship that Chu Qing will lay down when he picks up scrap. Because the people in that wave were all retail investors at that time, only this grandson had such a base, so Chu Qing gave him the nickname boss.

"Ouch! Qingzi, I haven't seen you in years. ”

The boss wears a hollow white vest, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and always pulls a pair of thick-soled cloth shoes under his feet. Ya never lifted the heel of his shoes, so that when the heel and cloth shoes turned into the same color, others thought he was wearing a new pair of high-waisted leather shoes.

Chu Qing didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he said directly: "Are there any new goods?" ”

"Yes! Lo and behold! ”

The boss got into the board room and rolled out two bicycles, one fifty percent new and one eighty percent new, with a basket in front.

Chu Qingke didn't care whether he stole the car or stole it, pointed to the fifty percent new one, and said, "This." ”

"This is a change, our friendship is friendship, the transaction can be sorted out, three hundred, you take it!" The boss said.

Chu Qing casually threw out fifty yuan, pushed the car, and flashed when he rode it.

If my brother can't even tell the difference between a broken permanent car and a change, will he still be mixed?

Riding to the community, he first carried it upstairs with a snort, and struggled to climb over the sauerkraut jar and poke it in his own corridor. Then he came down again and crawled to Master Fan's house with a snort.

As soon as she arrived at the door of her house, Chu Qing smelled a thick smell of smoke, and a few wisps wafted out from the crack in the door from time to time.

He hurriedly took out the key to open the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw that the whole room was full of smoke and fog. Just as he was about to call someone, he saw a person running out of the kitchen, wearing a big apron, and coughing non-stop.

Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door wide, and said, "What are you doing, I thought it was on fire." ”

"Ahem!" Fan Xiaoye bent over, couldn't raise his head, and even coughed out his heart and liver, and said, "I, cough cough, cough cough, stir-fry, stir-fry!" ”

"Sister, then you open all the windows!"

Chu Qing was angry and laughed, pulled her out of the door to calm down, first ran into the kitchen to turn off the fire, and then opened the windows of the bedroom and balcony. The room was full of smoke, and the two of them stood in the corridor and talked.

Fan Xiaoye's eyes were red with smoke, and there were teardrops, and he said, "Why can't I make it when I return to the pot?" I did pretty well last time. ”

Chu Qing held her face and said with a smile: "Last time, I made half of it first, you can fry it twice, you want to eat it and wait for me to come back to make it." ”

Fan Xiaoye said in frustration: "People want to celebrate for you!" ”

Chu Qing said: "If you want to do it, I'll teach you, don't mess around with yourself, what if it really catches fire?" ”

The two stood outside and talked for a while before the smoke in the house cleared.

He was startled at the black stuff in the pot, which was worried that it would clog when flushed into the toilet, so he finally put on four plastic bags, tied them tightly and threw them at the door.

He wanted to do it himself, but Fan Xiaoye refused to live or die, so he had to be guided step by step, from cutting meat and vegetables, to the proportion of bean paste, to the order of stir-frying, and finally stir-fried a plate of back pot meat.

The girl also made her own egg throwing sleeve soup, I don't know where I learned it, the soup is as thick as scrambled eggs. Then she sneakily conjured up a bottle of red wine, Chu Qing was afraid that she would spend money indiscriminately, so she took a closer look, it's okay, the kind of bottle that costs ten yuan a bottle in the city......

But the corkscrew forgot to buy it, and the two of them worked hard for a long time, and finally stabbed the wooden cork with a fruit knife and pulled it out hard before they could drink it in their mouths.

"You say you, I'll go to school, it's like a big deal." Chu Qing complained a little.

"Going to school is a big deal!" Fan Xiaoye grinned.

Women want details, men want rough, although Chu Qing felt a little troublesome and redundant, but she was also moved by her thoughts.

The girl asked while serving him vegetables: "What have you been doing all day, have you watched the stars?" ”

Chu Qing said: "Celebrities are so good? I reported to work, and then the head teacher gave a meeting and said that classes would start tomorrow. ”

"Here's the timetable, look at it." As he spoke, he took out the tissue paper tucked between the blue booklets.

"That's called a counselor, what a class teacher!" Fan Xiaoye despised him, took the class schedule and glanced at it, and said with a smile: "It's almost the same as going to school with me, but there are no cultural classes." ”

She took the booklet again and asked, "What is this?" ”

"It's a textbook, and I don't know what it's for."

Fan Xiaoye flipped through it and said, "Oh, this is used in the line class, which is to teach you how to say the lines and practice according to the above." ”

She went to Xie Jin's acting school in the magic capital, although she was not as professional as Chinese opera, but she was also clear about these things, and explained to him what she didn't understand, Chu Qing felt for the first time that it was quite reliable to find a girlfriend who graduated from an art school.

"By the way, Sister He called, saying that the boot time has been set." Fan Xiaoye said suddenly.

Chu Qing asked, "What day?" ”

"Next week, well, the fifteenth, let everyone go."

Speaking of which, Fan Xiaoye was a little embarrassed, if she hadn't had to grind Chu Qing to play Zhu Er, he wouldn't have to mix with school, and he would definitely run on both sides of the crew and school in the future, and he would be very tired.

Chu Qing didn't think about this, what he thought was that the fifteenth...... The sixteenth is this girl's birthday.