"Dad, it said that the singing won't start until two o'clock in the afternoon, what are you doing so early." The middle-aged man who was supporting the old man reluctantly took a small cushion and put it on the bench.

The cleaning aunt who cleaned up in the backyard came out.

"Ah, Old Man Mu, you're here again."

Looking at it like this, it's already a regular customer.

"Yes, at my age, I don't know how many more scenes I can listen to, and my granddaughter doesn't care about my old bones at all!" The old man sat there, smiling.

Mustard Boat opened the small book and looked at the old man's lifespan.

There are still eight years, which is still early, and he is also a centenarian.

She floated to the ginkgo tree and sat there, listening to the bustle.

Mu Hai sighed when he heard his father talk about the daughter who was not angry.

I don't know when it started.

The daughter is addicted to chasing stars, and she has spent a lot of money on that star idol, and their Mu family is not lacking that money, but they feel that it is completely unnecessary.

The family bought a bunch of merchandise endorsed by that celebrity.

Useless.

In the end, they were all thrown away.

Money doesn't come in the wind.

She doesn't make money, but she doesn't feel distressed when she spends it.

He has been too busy with things in his company these days, so he asked his daughter to help take care of his old father, but he threw his father down and ran away by himself halfway? What a rebel girl!

The old man went home in the rain by himself.

It's good that the road is smooth, and you can take a taxi when you go out.

If he falls, he will be ashamed of his ancestors when he dies.

Aunt Cleaning laughed, "There are a few young people nowadays who love to listen to the play, you have to go, it's about to be time, I went to change my clothes and came to the front to listen to the play, I heard that this is the last play." ”

"It's kind of a memory for myself."

Auntie smiled and didn't speak.

Old Man Mu was holding a crutch, but his eyes were indescribably sad.

……

"Friends! I found it! This stage is known as the 'first ancient stage'! However, because the modern pace is too fast, few people go to the theater anymore. ”

"The owner of the stage has been struggling to support himself for more than ten years, but unfortunately, the owner of the stage fell ill a few years ago, and this illness has been several years, and now he can't support the cost of the stage."

"So the stage is closing? Is this ingenious technology really going to be lonely? ”

"Laughed, why don't someone's fans call it, do you really treat the anchor's live broadcast room as your WC?"

"How ironic, yes, what irony, how ironic that our treasures have been reduced to this, how ironic!"

……

Mustard Boat took a deep breath, and it was two o'clock in a few minutes.

She hasn't listened to a play for a long time.

I miss it.

But she never seemed to have heard a play with anyone in her memory, what did she miss......

This play is "Liang Zhu".

The drama is in the painting, and there are no regrets in his life.

Just as old songs are suitable for collecting on vinyl records, opera still needs to be carried forward on stage.

"Opera is our treasure! Why forget them! ”

"Opera is the quintessence of our country! Why can they all be reduced to no successors! There's no one in the audience! ”

"How can we forget the artistic charm of opera!"

The sailors in the live broadcast room listened to the lyrics of the people on stage.

The vivid dance, the graceful way.

And now the opera is like an elegant gentleman, who smiles lightly and destroys himself in the loss of time. Or maybe in the long course of time, we ruined him.

Can come with time.

The sailors in the live broadcast room found that there were many more figures in the positions under the stage.

Those figures all appeared out of thin air, there were no shadows, no conversations, nothing, just quietly came to the stage, found a place, and sat there.

……

"Oh my God! Are these all revenants? ”

"Suddenly tears welled up in my eyes."

"The people in the audience walked by and didn't see the old color, and the people on the stage sang a heartbreak parting song!"

"I'm getting goosebumps!"

……

Everyone once heard the joke, "As long as you set up the stage and open your voice, no matter whether there is anyone in the audience, you must finish singing." ”

"No one listened, why did you finish singing?"

"Just because people don't listen doesn't mean that ghosts don't listen."

"Why?"

"Because...... Because this is the rule left by the ancestors. ”

It turns out that all this is not a joke, it is all true, people don't listen, it doesn't mean that the ghosts and gods don't listen.

Suddenly, it became clear to the mustard.

This group of people should have stayed here all the time to listen to a song, right?

She looked up and saw a lot of ghosts coming one after another.

They were all dressed in similar clothes, iron armor and hats.

Like a disciplined army.

So.

She looked up at the position of the Grand Master's chair.

Really.

A man in formal clothes sat there, and he still had a long scar on his face, but that murderous aura should not be underestimated.

But his face.

It looks unusually kind.

She narrowed her eyes.

……

"The costumes are gone, they can be redone, the script is gone, we can find them again, but we don't even have the heart to admire the quintessence of the country, so what should we do?"

A sudden one in the barrage.

Thoroughly fry the pan.

#我们的传承就应该断了吗?

#如果连敬仰国粹的心都没了, what are we left with?

#那些传承 should not disappear into the long river of history

The hot search was exploded in an instant.

The popularity of Mustard's live broadcast room soared to 5 million.

She still didn't move, and when she listened to the play, she hated being disturbed the most, and people and ghosts should be like this.

There was babbling and singing on the stage, and there were not many people in the audience, but there were a lot of ghosts.

Suddenly, a young man ran into the garden.

He held his phone in his hand, just staring at the phone screen, and then looked up at the ginkgo tree.

Mustard looked down at him.

He swallowed.

Blinked, blinked, and looked around again.

In his point of view, he could only see three people, and the rest were the actors on stage.

He mustered up courage.

"Hello grandpa!" The sound was low and didn't bother anyone.

The old man was a little stunned, and there were still young people who came to listen to the play?

It's not easy.

He inexplicably had a good impression and whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

The young man handed over his phone.

He didn't actually know what he was thinking at the time, anyway, he just handed the phone out with a twitch of his head.

Old Man Mu looked at the things on his phone.

Trembling to his feet.

Look around.

But he saw nothing.

Looking at the phone again, then at the ginkgo tree.

Mustard Boat held out his hand and greeted him.

The old man didn't come up in one breath.

“！ Come! Come! Ambulance! Ambulance! ”

Mu Hai's heart was about to jump out, but Old Man Mu grabbed Mu Hai's hand and tried his best to shut up his son, "Don't make noise, don't make noise, someone is listening to the play, I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

The old man took out a box of medicine from his pocket.

Okay, good, it turns out that the stage hasn't declined.

What a good thing!

He was in tears.