I'm not a theatre god

"Sixth Brother, come here, let me toast you a glass!"

Under the starry night sky, the house of Third Senior Brother Wen Renyou was extremely lively. A bright red banner was hung at the door, with a few large characters flying freely:

- Warmly welcome the sales champion Sixth Brother to return triumphantly.

In the hot kitchen, the spatula was almost smoked by being swung. Third Senior Brother Wen Renyou, who was always stingy and frugal, rarely cooked twelve dishes today, including chicken, duck, fish and meat.

In the restaurant, the young master, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking, slammed his empty glass on the table, put his arm around Chen Ling's shoulders, and smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum:

"Sixth Brother... I really didn't misjudge you. Two hundred and thirty million is enough for our Twilight Club to spend for six or seven years. You are the top sales champion of our Xidao Ancient Collection, and the breadwinner of all members of the Twilight Club!"

"Come on! I'll toast you another glass! I'll drink first, you can do whatever you want!"

After saying that, the young man directly swung the bottle and started pouring it into his mouth, seeming to be extremely happy.

Across the table, the eldest brother was holding a bowl full of chicken, duck, fish and meat, with not a grain of rice in sight, and looked at Chen Ling with satisfaction and emotion; the second sister was holding a stack of account books, and her originally frowned brows became more relaxed as she calculated, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth; the fourth brother patted the clown who was showing off his rice with a bucket next to him, and told him to eat less and leave more dishes for the younger brother...

For Xidao Guzang, money is something outside of the body, but for the Twilight Society, the existence of money is indispensable.

Two hundred and thirty million, supporting the entire Twilight Society's liquidity, curing the third brother's stinginess, allowing the master to hug him and drink happily, piling up the meat in the eldest brother's bowl, untied the second sister's brows, and even making the clown who only knew how to show off his rice, hesitate for a few seconds, and leave half a piece of braised pork for himself...

Chen Ling finally realized at this moment that Xidao Guzang was not so out of this world, and having money could change many things.

"Master, this is what I should do." Chen Ling said seriously.

"Hahaha, it's a blessing for Xidao Ancient Tibetan to have you, Lao Liu!" The master seemed to be drunk, and put his arm around Chen Ling's shoulders, saying with a smile, "Although your strength is still a little lacking now, I believe that one day... you can become the pillar of Xidao Ancient Tibetan."

"Master, don't worry, I will work hard."

"No matter what happens in the future, you can't forget your brothers and sisters, understand? You have to know... they are the few people in this world who really care about you."

The master's eyes swept over the lively people at the table, and there was suddenly some sadness in his intoxicated eyes,

"If even you forget them... then they will really disappear."

Chen Ling was stunned.

He was about to ask the master what this meant, but the latter was lying on the table in a daze, as if he had drunk too much.

That night, it was the eldest brother Ning Ruyu who personally carried the master back.

Chen Ling didn't know where the master lived. He only knew that Ning Ruyu carried him on her back and walked straight to the depths of the Xidao Ancient Tibetan. Her figure disappeared under the evening breeze and the night sky, and also disappeared in his perception. It took more than an hour for her to come back.

"How long has it been since our Xidao Ancient Tibetan was so lively?"

On the grassland blown by the evening breeze, Mojiao and Luanmei left last. They looked at the back of the master who was carried away by Ning Ruyu while talking drunkenly, and couldn't help sighing.

"It's been too long." Luanmei shook her head, "I can't remember it anymore."

"Before, our activities were basically watching movies and plays... But compared to immersing ourselves in unreal stories over and over again, this kind of life makes people... How should I put it, it makes people feel more real."

"I understand what you mean. In this ancient Tibetan, reality is more valuable than anything else."

Luanmei nodded slightly.

The two stood in the evening breeze for a long time, looking at Chen Ling's house full of colorful flags. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Jiao yawned, waved his hand and said:

"Go to bed early... I still have to teach my junior brother to practice basic secrets tomorrow."

"Well, good night."

The dinner to welcome Chen Ling was over. Third Senior Brother Wen Renyou washed the dishes, took down the banner hanging at the door, folded it meticulously, and put it in his closet.

It was late at night when he finished all this.

Pah——

As the lights in Wen Renyou's house went out, the last light on the grassland also disappeared into darkness.

The other senior brothers and sisters had basically gone to bed, but Chen Ling was the only one lying on the familiar bed, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, and didn't fall asleep.

In his mind, the words that the master had just said to him echoed repeatedly. He always felt that the meaning contained in that sentence was more complicated than he imagined...

To be honest, during the time he was in the main city of Hongchen, every day there were luxurious dinners with big fish and meat, but even if all of them were added together, they were not as delicious as the one he had at the home of the third senior brother. This is not to say that Wen Renyou's cooking skills surpassed all the famous chefs in the main city, but only here can he completely relax.

The light meals at home are always more delicious than the big fish and meat social gatherings outside.

Perhaps because he was always tense when he played the role of a special envoy in the main city before, it didn't take long for the sleepiness to come over him like a tide, and Chen Ling's eyes slowly closed and fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, Chen Ling resumed his daily life in Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

Among the four basic secret techniques, Chen Ling had mastered the "doing" technique [Yunbu] before setting off. On the second day after returning to Guzang, he mastered the "reading" technique [mantra] while Wen Renyou was stunned.

When Chen Ling was in the main city of Hongchen, the "words" that mixed power into the sound that Chen Ling occasionally used were the prototype of "Mantra". Therefore, it was not difficult for Chen Ling to quickly complete it in just half a day.

"Junior brother, starting from today, I will teach you the secret method of 'singing'."

Mojiao stood in the yard with a rare serious expression.

Chen Ling blinked, "Isn't what you taught me a secret method before?"

"No, that's just to teach you the most basic vocalizations and techniques before you master the secret technique."

Mojiao took out a piece of paper from his arms, which seemed to be filled with something, and handed it to Chen Ling, "This is the real secret method of 'singing', and it is also the most important among the four basic secret methods of our ancient collection of opera. Important secrets.”

Chen Ling took the paper and opened it. After seeing the content on it, she said in surprise:

"This is... [Requiem Ballad]?"