"Do you want to go in and listen to the opera?" Chen Nian asked in confusion, because he knew that the beggar could not eat anymore. After all, when he first saw him, he had not had dinner for two days and could not stand up. But now he said he wanted to go in and listen to the opera. How strange it is to look at it.

"Yes, I've lived all my life and been poor all my life. I used to listen to operas on the village stage, but later, those opera troupes that performed for everyone for free were either unable to survive or turned into those who had to collect money to sing operas to those men.

So I have heard of it once since I was a child, but now I am about to fight. I don’t know how long I can live. Maybe one day a shell fell on my head and exploded me up, so I thought about coming over and asking before I die, whether the troupe can sing or not, and I want to go in and listen to what I sing.”

When Chen Nian heard this, he realized that this was a lifelong miserable. He felt that he might die at any time, so he didn't want to die so cowardly, so he planned to be carefree before he died.

But Chen Nian didn't know whether they were singing or not, so he had to lead the beggar into the theater first, then put him in his seat, poured a bowl of hot tea, and then went to the back of the theater to find Li Fuchun.

Although most people in the opera troupe have left, Lao Zhou, who is in charge of boiling water, is still there, so there is boiling water and the tea leaves are ready-made, so it’s good to brew it.

"What's wrong?" Li Fuchun asked in confusion after seeing Chen Nian. Logically speaking, Chen Nian should either prepare lunch in the kitchen or go out to buy groceries.

"When I was going out to buy vegetables just now, someone asked me if the theater was still open. He said he wanted to listen to the opera." Chen Nian did not say that the other party was a beggar, nor did he say that the other party had no money.

The first thing is to see if Li Fuchunjie doesn’t mind the other party’s identity. Li Fuchun shouldn’t care. As for the money, if he has to follow the rules, Chen Nian can also put the money on first.

Anyway, I don’t have enough money to spend here, so it’s okay to invite a friend to watch the show.

"Only one?" Li Fuchun asked again.

"Yes, he's the only one." Chen Nian nodded.

"You go and tell him and let him wait a little. We have no preparation now. We have to go to the backstage to put on makeup and change clothes. I remember we still have some snacks. You can bring them out to the customer first and let him eat them first."

Chen Nian responded, and then said, "Class master, do you want to go out and take a look at the guests?"

When Li Fuchun heard this, he stopped and turned around: "What are you looking at? Is he a Japanese or a traitor?"

“None are not.”

"It's not that you don't have to watch it. The opening of a stage does not depend on the identity of the guests. No matter how high or low a person, they are all our compatriots and our own people."

"Okay, I'll get some snacks for him first," Chen Nian said.

Then Li Fuchun went to call someone, and Chen Nian took out a lot of dried snacks and fruits, and set up a large table for the beggar.

The main reason is that the makeup and changing clothes are relatively long, so he has to wait a while and take out all the food in advance so that he will not have to run around and send it to him later.

It’s not because I don’t want it, but mainly because I don’t think it’s necessary.

Soon Li Fuchun gathered everyone and prepared to perform on stage. This time they planned to perform the last episode of the Peach Blossom Fan, which is to continue the afterglow of forty episodes.

It took about thirty or forty minutes.

This not only has time to put on makeup, but also time to arrange musicians.

Most of the musicians have finished walking, so they need to come on their own.

Since there are only three characters in the 40 consecutive episodes.

One is quiet, one is ugly, and one is sub-final.

So that is Li Fuchun, Bai Yueshuang's senior brother and Qin Xiangyun.

The reason why Qin Xiangyun was allowed to play was because there were really not enough people, so she could only play with her.

Xiaohua and Du Liniang are going to work as part-time musicians.

Although they are not very good at it, they have learned some related things in the opera troupe on weekdays. They are temporarily taken to save the yard and can be replaced.

There are rules for singing operas. There cannot be any movement before the opening. As long as there is a little movement, whoever makes the sound will be punished.

So there was no sound here before the scene began.

But with the sound of the wooden drum.

The three strings are also played at the same time.

Although it was a bit simple and the instruments were not enough, it was the first time that the beggar was listening to an opera here. He couldn't help but sit up straight and put down the melon seeds in his hand, looking a little excited and expectant.

The woodcutter played by Li Fuchun walked onto the stage with a load on his back. While walking, he was singing Xijiangyue in his mouth.

Looking down at the cliff, the cliff is thousands of feet long, and the red trees are brushed on the head; the clouds are deep and the tigers are out of time, and they also avoid bows and arrows on earth.

The ghosts cried in Jianye City at night, and the corpses stored in Weiyang Well; the woodcutter was left with his life as silk, and he was full of the history of the Southern Dynasty.

The sound of the music and singing kept ringing, and one character after another came onto the stage.

The beggar was so obsessed with hearing.

The eyes can't turn.

Although this was only the last show, as the second time he watched the show, he was sitting alone in the theater again, as if he had booked a venue.

Make him extra devoted.

Even unlike other regular customers, when they hear the deep affection, they can't help but shake their heads and make him collapse straight.

It’s like it’s the first time people see a TV, but the first time they see someone moving on the TV!

Chen Nian did not come to disturb him, but stood at the back and looked at him with his chest as usual.

Soon, he asked the deputy minister played by Qin Xiangyun to sing the witch tune, while Li Fuchun and his senior brother clapped their hands and made a fuss.

What I sing is asking the sky.

The long and long lyrics were sung by Qin Xiangyun. The characteristic of Kunqu Opera was that it was sung slowly and had a long musical rhythm. Qin Xiangyun remembered all these lyrics and sentences, and she had never played this role before.

Although she was the second-teamer in the cross-dressing process, her performance was still very outstanding.

When they concentrate on the stage, time passes quickly, and as they sing, they reach the end of the play.

I once saw the orioles singing in the jade hall of Jinling, and the flowers blooming early in the Qinhuai water pavilion, but who knew it would be easy to disappear. I saw him get up the red building, watch him entertain guests, and see his building collapse. I once slept with the green moss and green tiles, and saw that I had full view of the rise and fall of fifty years. The Wuyi Lane is not named Wang, and I don’t deserve to cry at night in the lake, and the owls are lying on the phoenix platform. The dream of the remaining mountains is the most true, and the old land is hard to lose, so I don’t believe this map has been changed. I missed a set of "Sad Jiangnan" and sang until old.
Chapter completed!