Hu Guocheng showed Yuan Yu the generosity that an elder should have.

However, Hu Guocheng was not happy in his heart, this nephew seemed a little boring to him, cars, photo studios, dance halls, ice rinks...... According to Hu Guocheng's thoughts, for emerging things, it is reasonable for Yuan Yu, a native old hat who has never seen the world, to show great enthusiasm, but Yuan Yu did not.

For example, if a joke teller doesn't get the laughter from others, then he must be dissatisfied.

Hu Guocheng is a face-loving person, he doesn't say it, but his heart is more energetic, he took Yuan Yu to the overpass to watch others play fists, Yuan Yu said, the senior brothers of Taiyi Sect are much more powerful than this!

Then Hu Guocheng took Yuan Yu to see other people's tricks, the three immortals returned to the hole, the three balls switched back and forth, unpredictable, attracting round by round applause from everyone, Yuan Yu squatted and watched for a while, then turned around and went to the stall not far away to buy two transparent glass bowls, he wanted to know how those balls ran into the bowl, and finally played tricks to quietly hold tea for Yuan Yu, said some Jianghu dialect that Yuan Yu didn't understand, and even drove Yuan Yu and Hu Guocheng away.

met someone guessing melon seeds in the corner again, Hu Guocheng couldn't help it, went up and lost a hundred and ten yuan in the blink of an eye, and was pulled away by Yuan Yu.

Hu Guocheng felt that he was embarrassed in front of his juniors, and when he was eating, Hu Guocheng took a sip of tea, pressed the leftover cigarette butt into the tea jar, and asked Yuan Yu helplessly as if he was talking to himself: "How lively, how good, why can't you be happy?" ”

Yuan Yu looked out through the window, there were people coming and going, several children were drinking a bottle of soda, and the teapot in the hands of the shop guy was still steaming.

Yuan Yu nodded: "It's good!" ”

It's good, it's just that it has nothing to do with me.

Hu Guocheng patted the table, calculated the food money, and no longer mentioned where to take Yuan Yu to play, and only said casually: "There are more people in the world who are worse than you, and the old man can pity anyone, but he can't pity himself, understand!" ”

Yuan Yu's body stiffened imperceptibly, is it pitiful? Never!

This city in the previous dynasties is really a city of idlers, 600,000 Beijing flag Qing government raised, plus Beijing officials, Beijing officials, also not busy people, wearing long robes and reading people extraordinarily, these people do not grow crops and do not do labor, natural ideas to have fun to pass the loneliness, so teahouses, opera gardens are extraordinarily many, to this day several times broken, although not as good as in the past, there are not a few.

In addition, from Kangxi to Qianlong, the grandchildren are all top drama fans, "a Beijing accent, two sentences and two yellows" naturally became the state of Beijing people, until the end of the Qing Dynasty, every time the opera garden ended, the next light rain was not wet.

After sleeping in the video hall for a few hours in the afternoon, Hu Guocheng took Yuan Yu to catch up with the night show, Hu Guocheng pointed to the Guanghe Theater and said: "Back then, Kangxi Ye watched a play in this building, and gave a couplet, sun and moon lamps, rivers and seas, wind and thunder drums, and a scene between heaven and earth; Yao Shundan, the end of cultural relics, reckless and ugly, many characters in ancient and modern times. It's a pity, to engage in urban construction, many of these old gardens will be overthrown and rebuilt for other purposes, and only a few larger ones will be left. ”

According to Hu Guocheng's words, the theater has long lost the original taste and scenery of the theater.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sun gradually lost its strength, the wilting yellow was red, Hu Guocheng turned a few corners in front of him, and the last trace of the residual sun was erased.

Yuan Yu could hear some faint noise from a distance through the wall.

Hu Guocheng took Yuan Yu to the opera garden compared with the previous ones, it seems a little ungrade or even dilapidated, the facilities are very simple, cleaned up, but the excitement is very sufficient, Hu Guocheng said, this opera garden, only sing at night, closed during the day, although it is weird, but it is extremely lively.

Before he stepped into the threshold, someone inside kept shouting Hu Guocheng: "Master Hu, long time no see, come and have a cup of tea!" ”

There are also people who call Brother Hu, but they are all people of some age, and it can be seen that Hu Guocheng is a familiar face here.

Yuan Yu stood stiffly at the door for a long time, trying hard to see the name of the opera garden, or because it was getting dark, he couldn't see it clearly, until he was greeted twice by Hu Guocheng, and Yuan Yu reluctantly crossed the threshold.

Hu Guocheng said a few words of greetings one by one, then pulled Yuan Yu's only remaining table and four chairs to sit down, and just as he sat down, a guy with a cloth bag on his waist came up to skillfully make a pot of tea, and took out two tea bowls, and asked Hu Guocheng to settle the tea money in person, saying that it was tea money, but in fact, it was the ticket money, no matter whether you drank tea or not, this money was indispensable.

Yuan Yu saw that the man's wrist turned, and the money in his hand fell into the cloth bag, so he asked, "This seat is so good, how can it be empty?" ”

The guy only laughed: "This is reserved for regular customers!" ”

Hu Guocheng listened to it and felt that this guy was really fucking good at giving people a long face, isn't Lao Tzu a regular customer, every time he comes, this guy keeps it for himself.

Directly in front of the table and chair, there is a wooden stage, on which "Lin Chong" is singing:

"The snow is drifting, hitting people's faces, and the wind is chilling through the bones.

The clouds are low, the mountains and rivers are dark, and the sparse forests are cold and withered.

The past is haunting and difficult to dispel, and the deserted village sells wine to relieve sorrows.

……

Ask: When will the sky return? Q: When will the sky be reunited?

Ask: When will the sky re-swing the three-foot sword? Punish the traitors and the temple is wide. Strong and stretched, the thief's head sacrificed to Longquan. But why is Tianyan full of sorrow and resentment? OMG! Could it be that you are also afraid of power rape? It's hard to ......."

When he was in his hometown in Jiangxi, Yuan Yu also listened to dramas, or he was young at that time, so he couldn't hear anything, and like Hu Fei, he liked martial arts more on TV.

After a few pots of tea in the middle, the wild boar forest finished singing.

After a short period of noise, the audience suddenly quieted, and a figure suddenly flashed on the stage, circling in the center of the stage, looking forward to it, carrying a knife and leading a horse.

Everyone in the audience is watching the play, Yuan Yu is watching people, and the Fan Lihua who is full of feminine but amorous style in the stands.

After the play, the audience began to disperse, and Yuan Yu still stared at the stage, until only the two of them were left in this humble garden.

Hu Guocheng pulled Yuan Yu a few times, but he didn't pull it up, and was about to make fun of Yuan Yu, but Fan Lihua on the stage walked down in costume.

Hu Guocheng was obviously a little nervous, and he wanted to apologize for Yuan Yu's rudeness.

Yuan Yu took the lead in opening his mouth and asked Fan Lihua: "Why do you want to harm my uncle?" ”

Hu Guocheng was stunned, his face was dazed, he plucked out his ears, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but Yuan Yu's body was very tight.

That Fan Lihua's eyebrows rolled, and she opened her mouth and smiled: "I sing the opera, and others listen to the opera, how can I hurt others?" ”

Surprisingly, the voice was quite gentle, but it was a man.

Yuan Yu raised his hand, his face was a little angry: "You are singing a ghost show!" In the whole garden, he is the only living person, and the living person is contaminated with such bad luck, how can he not be unlucky? After a long time, it is inevitable that you will lose your life! Isn't that harming him? When you sing to the Yin people, you are accumulating virtue, but when you see the living people entering by mistake, not only do you not tell the truth, but you watch from the wall, what is the reason? ”

That Fan Lihua's eyes stared at the handprint pinched out of Yuan Yu's hand, and for a while, he was relieved, arched his hand, and said: "Say it in the house!" ”

After that, he said to the guy who was cleaning up the teapot: "Close the door!" ”

The guy looked delighted: "Master, don't sing anymore?" ”

Fan Lihua's expression was a little gloomy: "Don't sing, today should be the last one!" ”

When the guy heard this, he took off the cloth bag around his waist, took out a wad of bits and pieces of money from the cloth bag, and held it to Hu Guocheng: "Master Hu, your ticket money will be returned in full!" ”

Hu Guocheng didn't react yet, but he saw that the guy turned the cloth bag upside down, and slammed it into the air, and the confetti with square holes in the sky floated away more than half of it with the wind.

Bypassing the stage and entering the courtyard, Hu Guocheng and Yuan Yu sat in the house for a while, and Fan Lihua took off her fat powder, and turned out to be a gentleman, but the fine lines like knife carvings in the corners of his eyes added some vicissitudes.

The man took a sip of tea and only looked down at Yuan Yu.

Yuan Yu was a little uncomfortable: "Do you recognize me?" ”

The man smiled abruptly, shook his head and nodded: "You will naturally recognize it when you see it!" ”

Without waiting for Yuan Yu to distinguish the meaning, the guy who had just made tea and poured water came in with a painting, and then naturally sat down next to a few people, without the posture that a subordinate should have.

The painting was spread out on the table, and it was still a theater garden, very old, just painted, but it was full of listeners.

Hu Guocheng only glanced at the painting, then jumped up from the chair and stammered: "This ...... Heart...... These people ......"

Yes, the person on this painting, Hu Guocheng is very familiar, and he is still beckoning him to drink tea, but the payment of this painting is the eleventh year of Yongzheng.

The guy who came in with the painting took a deep look at Hu Guocheng and said to Yuan Yu: "This painting was painted by our first class master, you don't know, our class master, that was the famous horn of the year, Tsing Yi Hua Dan sword and horse...... There is nothing that our class master can't control, and the palace is willing to listen to our class master's play, and the seat you just sat in is the one who painted these people! They were our real regular customers back then, and they had a great friendship with our class master......"

Yuan Yu's hands were shaking, there were four people on the painting, a monk and a scholar, and one other, only with his eyes closed and his face full of enjoyment, but on the table, there was a Miao knife.

Yuan Yu seemed to be able to hear the snoring of the monk in the painting, the disgust of the Taoist priest, the helpless bitter laughter of the scholar, and the sound of the Miao man humming a little song with the characters on the stage......

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