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It's already cold in November in Beijing, and the wind is much stronger than in autumn, and it always seems to be very smart, as long as there is the slightest crack in the clothes, it will immediately find it and immediately burrow into it and hide inside.

After several renovations, Guangde Building has actually been a bit nondescript, with a combination of modern and ancient appearances and a mixed interior of the earth. However, the large number of preserved carved beams and paintings and some old red lanterns can still satisfy the nostalgia of old Beijing for those who come here, such as Hou San'er.

As a senior veteran, Monkey San'er has a clear understanding of the large and small opera gardens in Beijing, and these places themselves can make them feel that Beijing is still a city for Beijingers.

In the past few years that he has been with Lao Mu, he really treats Lao Mu as the boss, Dashilar, Tianqiao, Sanlitun and other new and old opera gardens and halls in Beijing have been invited by him, and Guangdelou is not the first time to come.

The large air conditioner blowing the warm air in the Guangde Building, and the warmth of the room and the cold air on the street outside seemed to be strongly separated. Lao Mu took off his fur windbreaker, and Monkey San'er hurriedly took it and hung it on the hanger in the box, and by the way, he also stretched it. Lao Mu doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner for heating in winter, he always feels that the hot air of the air conditioner is always not integrated with the original dry and cold, which makes the indoor air quite awkward and stiff, far less like heating and feels more like winter.

After his father died, Lao Mu was like a marionette in those days, commanded by the funeral committee and Uncle Xing to do this and that. Clumsily changed his father into a shroud, which was a temporary new old-fashioned military uniform, the kind of red five-star red collar badge, which is commonly known as 'three-point red' in the army.

A mourning hall was set up in the small hall of the compound dry rest house, and Lao Mu kept the rules and regulations for three days. In the past three days, there has been an endless stream of people from the general to the workers, from the central government to the localities. Lao Mu returned the salute to everyone and listened to everyone's comfort.

Uncle Mu's level is not high, but on the day of the farewell ceremony, the largest VIP room in the funeral home could not arrange all the people. At the memorial service, the army gave my father a very high evaluation, which is called the conclusion of the coffin, and the father's body was covered with a bright party flag.

On that day, many people couldn't cry, my sister even fainted from crying, Lao Mu expressed his gratitude to all the guests on behalf of his family, and the manuscript was also written by Uncle Xing and handed it to him.

Uncle Mu was a retired cadre who participated in the revolution before the liberation, and according to the regulations, Lao Mu personally placed his father's ashes in the Xi'an Martyrs Cemetery. Lao Mu felt that his father must like this place very much, because there were many of his old comrades-in-arms here. Marshal Chen Yi once had a poem: Go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and behead Yama with a banner of 100,000. I don't know if my father will continue to follow Luo Shuai and Grandpa Mao in that world.

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There are not many guests in Guangde Building today, there are only two or three tables in the tea house on the first floor, and the individual guest area is also scattered. On the second floor where Lao Mu is located, there seem to be only two private rooms with guests, which is quite deserted.

These opera gardens are all doing business now, but the business is not very good, and the quyi market is far less prosperous than that of film and television. Now, except for the Deyun Club, which quickly became popular, other music artists can only live a good life.

There are no big shows, just a hodgepodge of artists from various grass stage teams, cross talk, sketches, drums, storytelling, and Beijing commentary. To be honest, Lao Mu is not interested in these, he can't understand or appreciate them, he just wants to find a place to hide and meditate, and sometimes he has fallen asleep before he finishes.

After Lao Mu was busy in Xi'an for a few days, and then waited for his father to pass the first seven days, and stayed for two days, he couldn't wait to return to Beijing, and when he left, he could even describe it as fleeing.

Everyone was mourning and shedding tears, but Lao Mu didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end.

He knew he should cry, but he couldn't, his mind was empty, and his body was numb. No sadness, no sadness, just feeling depressed. Lao Mu knows that he should not behave like this, he is a son, and he should be a filial son at this time. However, he couldn't cry, and later Uncle Xing also criticized him tactfully.

"Your father...... Although the way he raised his children was very blunt, he was a great soldier and a great man. ”

Lao Mu was a little scared, he felt that he didn't complain about his father at all, and after working hard in society for a few years, Lao Mu understood his father and his father's generation. He has no tears, he can't cry, and he is also very anxious.

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"Shihan, you and Mr. Mu talk more, and tell Mr. Mu all the jokes you know." Monkey San'er said.

Shihan is a young actor in his twenties, and he belongs to the periphery of the periphery. According to herself, she graduated from Beiying, and no one will take this thing seriously anyway, just like her stage name of 'Shihan', others don't bother to ask her real name.

Since Lao Mu came back from home, Monkey San'er invited him to watch the play and relax, he would invite some 'Shihan' to accompany him, Lao Mu did not refuse to come, and after watching the performance, he pulled 'Shihan' to do what to do, how to do it.

At this moment, a few commentators on the stage below are singing the tune "Qin Huaijing", which is twisty and tactful, lingering and soft, which can make people crisp to the bones. The same tune, "Qinhuai Jing" is sung in the Yanghuai area, and there is a famous song "Exploring the Qingshui River" in the north. But the three people in the box obviously didn't understand the tenderness inside at this time.

Lao Mu has been in a state of confusion, and he has not been able to cry at the moment when he needs to cry the most in his life, which makes him have a great sense of frustration. His disappointment in himself, the numbness after emotional turmoil, and the depression that was sad but couldn't be sad filled Lao Mu into a body that didn't know what to do.

Lao Mu needs an emotional catharsis, and he needs to have an emotional introduction after the incident.

The program arrangement of this kind of opera garden meeting is very chaotic, there is no discipline at all, and then there is a piece of Peking Opera old students singing "Wild Boar Forest". The actors on stage only sang a small part of the whole play, and Lin Chong was assigned to the anti-Erhuang singing "Big Snow Drift" when he returned from the snow night wine in Cangzhou Forage Field.

“…… The bottom of the clouds locks the mountains and rivers dark, and the sparse forests are cold and withered...... "The end of the hero is heartbreaking."

“…… Farewell to his wife, Qianliyin's book is broken, Guan Shan blocks the two hearts, and hangs ...... "ruthless may not be a true hero."

“…… What kind of ambition wants to save the galaxy, and the empty snow blade is not a hoe. "Singing in a low voice, all over the desolation.

“…… Ask: When will the sky re-swing the three-foot sword? Punish the traitors and the temple is wide! "The pain of the skin, the sorrow of the bones.

“…… It is difficult to bury the heroes and grievances, and endure the loneliness and anger of the mountain temple to temporarily avoid the wind and cold. ”

Monkey San'er and Shihan listened tastelessly, and when they turned their heads to look, Lao Mu was already in tears and couldn't cry. His sadness permeated the entire box.

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