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Chapter 91 Name
Gan Jing looked back, but his face was stunned. Tan Yuan had white beard and hair, and now he was wearing a hospital gown, looking a bit haggard.

Behind him were the brothers and sisters, who filled the courtyard almost instantly.

"Brother Chang, why did you start pushing my apprentice out as soon as you came here?" Tan Yuan walked over slowly, and patted Gan Jing on the shoulder as he walked past.

Tan Chang's originally cold face suddenly softened, but it was only for a moment, and Gan Jing, who had been paying attention to him, suspected that it was just an illusion.

"This kind of people's hearts are not in Peking Opera, I have understood it before." Tan Chang asserted.

Tan Yuan smiled and said, "That's my disciple too."

"Have you entered the family tree?"

"Can you control it?" Old man Tan Yuan rolled his eyes.

Tan Chang was furious: "I'm not the Tan family? Why can't I control it?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the second senior brother Zhao Wei stood up and said, "Master, please don't say a few words, the master is sick and going to be hospitalized."

"Yeah, I'm going to be hospitalized, and you keep talking." Tan Yuan himself didn't feel sad when he mentioned being hospitalized, but instead said, "I used to bother you to talk endlessly, saying that I changed it wrong, and then If you say Peking Opera, don’t change it. What era is it? Do you understand that you should keep pace with the times.”

Tan Chang was about to get angry when he heard this, but when he saw his junior brother's hospital gown, he didn't say anything, just hummed heavily.

Tan Yuan smiled, pointed to a group of disciples, and then walked over and patted Gan Jing's shoulder: "I'll go and pack my clothes." He just went home to pack his things this trip.

All the disciples were silent, Gan Jing felt the heavy atmosphere, suddenly felt bad, asked: "What's wrong with Master?"

The second senior brother Zhao Wei glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Late stage."

Gan Jing's mind was buzzing for a while, his footsteps were a little unsteady, what kind of disease could be called "advanced"?

He looked at Zhao Wei in disbelief, and said, "Didn't you be fine a while ago?"

Zhao Wei gave a soft "hmm".

The junior sister Tan Shan next to her was already crying silently.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and the uncle Tan Chang was no longer angry, but his eyes were a little out of focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Tan Yuan came back, his hands were empty, seeing the atmosphere in the hall, he smiled to himself and said, "What are you doing with a mournful face? I'm not dead."

Gan Jing couldn't help but said: "Master, it will definitely be cured."

Tan Yuan glanced at Gan Jing, this glance made Gan Jing's heart quiet, the master's eyes were only calm and thorough, and there was no panic or sadness at all.

He laughed: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the cycle of human beings. I am fearless."

Zhao Wei took a deep breath and asked, "Master, did you not take your clothes?"

"I just came to see my costumes. The handsome helmet and gold crown are all old things. I feel a little panicked when I can't see them." Tan Yuan patted his clothes, "Let's go, let's go back. You don't have to go there, Tan Shan is still in the hospital."

All the disciples were unwilling and still had to go to the hospital with him.

Tan Yuan said angrily: "You are such a large group of people, it's so noisy, and the hospital is such a big place, why are you making such a fuss!"

Once he got angry, the others were juniors, and Tan Chang cared about his body, so no one objected.

Among them, only Zhao Wei followed him to the hospital.

Before leaving, Tan Yuan walked up to Gan Jing, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much, as long as you like it."

Gan Jing was stunned, looking at this old man who was obviously not as energetic as before, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Now it seems that he is clearly aware of his condition, and neither the hospital nor his disciples kept it from him.

Before he could react, Tan Yuan walked towards the door. Zhao Wei followed him and wanted to help him, but the old man opened it.

All the disciples followed behind, listening to Tan Yuan singing in Beijing opera.

"Go to Huangquan to recruit the old troops, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand flags."

The sound lingered long over the entire courtyard.

This was the last time Gan Jing saw his master Tan Yuan.

……

"Tell me, why did Master walk so fast?" Kneeling on the ground while burning the paper, Gan Jing watched the paper flickering in the brazier and quickly turned to ashes, strangely, he didn't feel much sadness.

Maybe it was the old man's attitude towards life that made him not so sad?

Gan Jing thought about this, and heard the elder brother beside him say wearily: "The time is up, people always have this time."

"Ah."

The courtyard was not quiet, Gan Jing hadn't seen so many people when the old man was alive, but now in the mourning hall, he saw people coming and going.

After he burned the paper for Master, he went back to the back.

Tan Yuan was a master of Peking Opera. The news of his death spread throughout the circle. Over the years, anyone with a relationship would come to pay respects.

Gan Jing didn't know whether Master liked this kind of scene, but according to his own understanding, he might not be happy to see it.

Of course, this is all my own speculation, and no one knows what I really think.

Gan Jing silently knelt in the back, whenever someone came to pay respects, he thanked all his brothers and sisters, he hardly knew these people, he only knew that they were some old friends.

As he was thinking about something silently, there was a sudden darkness in front of him, Gan Jing looked up and found that it was his uncle Tan Chang.

"Why are you here?" Tan Chang asked lightly.

"I am Master's disciple." Gan Jing replied.

Tan Chang said coldly, "Have you entered the family tree?" He pointed at the row of disciples, "These are all entered into the family tree. What about you?"

Gan Jing responded bluntly: "My master said that I am his disciple, so I am his disciple, and it is not your turn to ask." He felt angry, and felt that this uncle just thought he was not pleasing to the eye and wanted to find fault.

"What's your attitude? Are you treating your elders like this? Are you so arrogant?" Tan Chang said sharply.

"Uncle! Junior brother! What are you arguing about here!" Tan Shan, the elder brother at the front, turned around and shouted.

Now the guests had seen the situation here, Tan Chang lowered his voice, pointed at Gan Jing and said, "It's an insult to Peking Opera to keep such troublemakers under the door!"

Gan Jing felt the eyes of the people around him, and felt a little tired all of a sudden.

Are you arguing loudly with him on this occasion?

This is discrediting Master.

Gan Jing didn't know why Tan Chang didn't know this truth, he just lowered his head and said, "It's fine if the master says I like it. I don't want to argue anymore, and I won't do anything in the name of the Tan family's Beijing opera in the future."

Tan Chang snorted coldly and walked away.

"Junior Brother, why do you care about him!" Zhao Wei came over and said, "You are a disciple that Master has taken in, we all recognize you, why do you care so much about him?"

Gan Jing shook his head: "It's because he doesn't like me. There must be some misunderstanding. It's okay. Peking opera is very good. I like it very much. I don't use the name of the Tan family on weekdays. Let's deal with Master's affairs first. Let's talk."

Death is the most important thing, and other entanglements can be left behind, this is Gan Jing's idea.

As for Peking Opera, at first I had the idea of ​​using it to be on stage, but now it’s fine as a hobby of mine.

Master said it, as long as I like it.

(End of this chapter)