"Treading grass is afraid of mud and new embroidered socks, and cherishing flowers hurts the little golden bell. If you don't have a garden, how can you know the spring ...... Hiss ......"

"Wrong, do it again!" As soon as the sky was bright, the chickens in the yard were crowing, and Kazumi had already spent more than an hour in the yard.

On the day she woke up, the head of the class arranged for her to learn drama with her master. Yongchun class used to be one of the best Kunqu opera teams in Shanghai, a few years ago because of a peach blossom fan in Shanghai to gain a foothold, now the teacher who taught her is the famous character who sang Li Xiangjun at the beginning, and the class master sang Hou Fangyu at the beginning, and the two became husband and wife because of the play.

Although Shi Niang is no longer on stage when she is old, she is the best master in the troupe, and Heguang is also happy to learn drama from her. However, although the singing tone of this Kunqu opera is euphemistic and delicate, fluent and far-reaching, it is very ear-catching, but this biting singing tone is tantamount to a child's toddler in Heguang, which is extremely difficult.

Not to mention the present, even in the past, she only stayed in Shanghai for a few years, not to mention the "water mill tune" of Kunqu Opera, she can't even speak Shanghainese well. The Zhou family was originally a wealthy family in the Yichang area, and later came to Shanghai to do tea business. He Guang spoke with an accent from the Bachu area, and if Wu Nong couldn't understand the soft language, forget it, and memorized the words of this play, and his tongue was knotted.

But Shi Niang is also an extremely strict person, a wrong word is a bamboo whip, so repeated, but for an hour, and the light felt like a broken frame, there is no place that is not painful. The winter morning is the most bitterly cold, and Kazumitsu is wearing a single coat but his head is full of sweat, and the wind blows so cold that he shivers.

"Treading grass is afraid of mud and new embroidered socks, and cherishing flowers hurts the little golden bell. If you don't go to the garden, how can you know that spring is as promised?" Kazuko took the whip, but he didn't stop, and continued to babble, and the tune was not out of tune, and he could hear the sound of his teeth chattering when he listened carefully.

It's so hard to learn drama! Kazuko thought to himself. But she couldn't help but learn, in the first year of the Republic of China, she and Lin Feizhuo met in the theater, and that day was the first time that the thrush of the Yongchun class took the stage to sing the Hall of Eternal Life.

Lin Feizhuo loves to listen to opera, especially Kunqu Opera, Thrush was a new Dan Jiaoer in the Yongchun class at that time, the opera team made a momentum early, he will come to cheer, she and Thrush met Lin Feizhuo on the same day, and even her Zhou Heguang is Lin Feizhuo's wife who is marrying Ming Media, but Lin Feizhuo's heart is all on Thrush.

He Guang stubbornly thought that all this must be because he and Lin Feizhuo were not interested, he loved to listen to opera, and the thrush happened to be able to sing, so Lin Feizhuo was seduced. Now that she is doing it all over again, Heguang has decided early that she must learn to sing, and not only that, but she also wants to become the number one actor in the whole of Shanghai! She has no way out, she has no chance to start over, she can't lose Lin Feizhuo, she loves him! Compared with the pain of learning drama, the complete loss of Lin Feizhuo is her bone-chilling pain.

It is now the twenty-eighth year of Guangxu, and there are still ten years before she meets Lin Feizhuo, and she must become a corner in the past ten years, a famous character sought after by everyone. So she has to learn to play hard, although she and the thrush have exchanged luck, but she can't guarantee that she will have the strength of the thrush in ten years. She didn't dare to bet, there must be no accident between her and Lin Feizhuo. The time of the past ten years must be accompanied by the play.

"Okay, that's the end of today's morning exercises, go eat, and continue to practice here after eating." Now the sky is already bright, and the sun is faintly rising.

"Yes, Master." After saying goodbye to the teacher, Kazumi dragged his aching legs and slowly walked towards the other room. Shi Niang has long stopped taking apprentices, but the class master sees that her conditions are very good, so he asks Shi Niang to teach her alone. On weekdays, I practice in the courtyard of my mother, but I still eat and live in the same place with other children who are learning drama, and now I want to go to the place where I eat.

Shi Niang was late, and she practiced hard in the morning, and it was very difficult to walk on one leg, and it took a lot of time on the road, so when Kazuko entered the house, the others had already eaten.

When I walked to the table with the rice bowl, I saw that the steamed buns were gone, and there was only some soup and water left in the vegetable bowl, and there was still a bottom in the porridge bowl. Kazumitsu took the bowl, scooped the few pieces of sweet potatoes and some rice bran left in the basin into the bowl, sat on the empty table on the side and ate it.

However, Heguang doesn't feel bitter, today's world is not easy to live, and it is not easy for the class owner to let such a group of children eat sweet potato and rice bran porridge. As for all kinds of wealth in the previous life, it is far less important than being able to have a good relationship with Lin Feizhuo now.

After eating the porridge and washing the dishes, Heguang turned around to leave, and as soon as she raised her feet, someone stopped her behind her, "Heguang!" Wait for me. "It was her senior brother who stopped her, and also the senior brother of all the apprentices, Zhang Xubai, the son of the class master and the master's mother." Senior brother, is there something wrong? Kazuko didn't understand what was wrong with this senior brother who had known her for a few days, and looked up at the handsome young man who was half a head taller than him, and Kazuko asked.

"Take it, eat it quietly, don't let people see it." I saw that the young man used his body to block the sight of the people in the house, and quickly stuffed something into Heguang's arms, and before Heguang could speak, he saw the young man touch Heguang's head with a gentle smile, and turned around and followed another group of teenagers to the front yard to practice.

Heguang walked on the road and nibbled on steamed buns, that's right, this steamed bun was stuffed to her by the senior brother just now.

There are both men and women who study opera, but men and women do not practice together. The senior brother is ten years old this year, not the eldest in this group of apprentices, but he was the first to start learning opera, and he followed the class master a few years ago, and then the class master fell ill and was a little lame, so he handed the senior brother to the master in the front yard to teach.

The senior brother inherited the good looks of his mother, and he was extremely handsome, not like a play, but like a rich son like Lin Feizhuo, a good seedling who pretended to be a child. In the future, he will be as good as the class master.

Heguang chewed the steamed buns and thought about it carefully, but he didn't think about why the senior brother wanted to give her steamed buns, the two had no friendship, maybe because he was a disciple of the master, and he didn't eat enough, so he pity himself! He Guang thought about it, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in the courtyard of his mother, so he didn't bother to think about it, and after eating the steamed buns in his hand in two bites, he began to practice again.

In the evening, he and Guang came back from the courtyard of the teacher. Shi Niang has always been strict, and Kazumi is always the one who practices until the latest. At the end of the day, my body had no strength at all.

He Guang returned to the place where he slept, fetched well water to wash, and the play was cheap, and he couldn't afford to use the hot water from firewood and coal, even in winter. Kazumitsu walked into the room with a basin, and as soon as he entered, he felt a hint of something unusual. In the past, this little room was lively, all of them were little girls, and when they returned to the house, they couldn't stop talking, but today it was surprisingly quiet.