The wooden door was kicked to the ground.

There was a loud bang.

Gu Shifan had already pulled out the wooden warehouse around his waist, and the people behind him also followed.

When they saw the scene in the house, everyone froze, and looked at Gu Shifan with subtle expressions.

"Dashuai, this ......"

Gu Shifan was also stunned for a moment, playing with the wooden warehouse in his hand, and looking at the few people in the house.

The man in the costume did not paint his face, and his face was cleanly revealed.

The little girl, who was also wearing a costume, was turning around and turning her head sideways under his guidance......

With such a serious scene, I really can't see anything wrong.

The only thing that surprised everyone was probably Mr. Chang Yin, who did not wear makeup, was so good-looking.

It's not an exaggeration to say that the gods are immortals.

For Gu Shifan and the others who suddenly broke into the small building, Shen Wannian and Gu Yao didn't even pause, and they were not disturbed at all.

Amei, who was making tea, stopped her hand and hurriedly stepped aside.

Lu Haitang, who was sitting below, let out an exclamation and called out in a bit of a panic:

"Dashuai, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Yo, why are you watching a play here again?"

Gu Shifan's tone was a little cold, and the fierce expression on his face had not yet dissipated.

He lifted his hand and pulled a chair over her, placing it heavily beside her.

"Yes, Eleven has a new repertoire, let me take a look at ......"

Lu Haitang looked at the wooden warehouse in Gu Shifan's hand, and his heart was a little frightened.

When I turned my head again, I saw the people who followed behind, and these people suddenly came in without saying anything, and secretly surrounded them in the house.

Instinctively, I was afraid that something had happened that she didn't know.

"It's really strange for a dumb person to learn to sing......"

Gu Shifan slapped the wooden warehouse on the table and beckoned to the two people who had no one to practice the technique:

"Alright, let's stop for now."

Shen Wannian stopped, and Gu Yao also took advantage of the situation to stand up, bowing his head in a cowardly manner.

"Mr. Chang Yin has come to my house every day recently, and he wants to teach my mute daughter to sing...... It's really beautiful.... Kind-hearted. ”

Gu Shifan spoke a little weirdly, his eyes fell on the man's overly outstanding face, and his tone eased a little.

Shen Wannian lowered his eyes and replied unhurriedly: "Miss Eleven is very talented, but Shen is late in teaching." ”

"Heh, how do you think this master has chosen ...... well?"

Gu Shifan said, as if he suddenly got up, and sat down on a chair.

Jiro crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

Looking at Shen Wannian's gaze, there was some unclear meaning.

"Since the last time Ben Shuai sang once, you came to my house every day, and I haven't heard the second play for so long."

"It's better to hit the day than to choose a day, why don't you leave here and sing it for me?"

Obviously insulting.

Shen Wannian's eyes moved, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a pair of hands quietly tugging at his sleeves.

He turned his head and saw the girl looking nervously at him and shaking her head at him.

"It's okay, just about to teach you a new track."

Shen Wannian said in a low voice and patted the back of the little girl's hand to show reassurance.

Gu Yao lowered his head and walked to the chair on the edge below and sat down.

Amei stood beside her and whispered:

"Miss Eleven, I'm just.... Seeing that Aunt Seven was outside, our yard was also surrounded.... I'm afraid that they will not come well. ”

Ame was worried.

Gu Yao smiled, pointed at Shen Wannian, and motioned for her to listen to the play.

On weekdays, everyone sees Mr. Chang Yin who has painted drama makeup, and this is the first time they have seen him singing with his original face.

There are no gongs and drums, and there is no heavy makeup.

But the man holds his sleeves, his eyes are slightly raised, and as soon as he opens his voice, it is enough to hook people's hearts and souls, and they all enter the play.

The crowd heard him sing:

"I suddenly heard the sound of the golden drum and the sound of the painting horn, which evoked me to break through the heavens and top the clouds. I want the peach blossoms to be majestic immediately, and the enemy blood splashes the pomegranate skirt......"

"If you are responsible in your lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to others! What is the king of fan, what is the clown, my sword can block millions of soldiers!"

The end of the song.

The aftermath lingers.

It's obvious that he is the only one, but he seems to have the arrogance of thousands of troops.

Gu Shifan, a man who had been holding a gun for half his life, was shocked for a moment.

Fanwang Clown...... Like a mockery of him?

But after Shen Wannian finished singing, he nodded at him, polite and detached.

It made Gu Shifan feel that he was thinking too much.