I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Fuck your mother, if you want to go back, go back by yourself...Little class leader, today is singing "Changbanpo", right? I brought all the costumes."

"...Yes, Uncle Cheng."

The doorway that slanted some lights,

The man who was eating in the restaurant before was still pulling his father and urging him loudly,

The stubborn old man said something to his son angrily, then turned around, and said with a smile to the middle-aged man standing by the door.

The middle-aged man standing at the door, already wearing a costume, looked at the old man, fell silent for a while, then nodded and answered with a smile.

"...Dad, didn't you talk about it in the room before...Uncle Liu died like that when he was watching a play a while ago, he was so evil..."

The man pulled his father and urged him loudly,

Standing at the door, the middle-aged man in costume listened, silent, and didn't speak aloud.

"...It's not that Dad won't be allowed to listen to the opera... It's just that you should listen to it at home for the next two days..."

"...Well, brother Xu, I don't mean anything else. It's just that after Uncle Xu went...in the theater...my dad is getting old now, so I'm afraid of Uncle Xu..."

While pulling his father, the man spoke loudly to the middle-aged man in costume.

The middle-aged man was a little silent, but just shook his head.

"...I can't spit out ivory, so I just want to say that Lao Xu is dead, and the theater is haunted. Will I be taken away by then? Your old man and I are so old, half of our body is buried in the ground , still afraid of ghosts?"

"...Little class leader, I'm singing Cao Cao's lyrics today, I guess that old bastard Hu didn't snatch it from me..."

"...No, Uncle Hu is singing Liu Bei today."

"...For that old man knows a lot, he knows that he is too old to sing such a pure and innocent role like ours."

The stubborn old man was a little proud and said.

"……dad!"

Next to him, the man couldn't help pulling his father again,

"...Dad, why don't we go back and come back after a while... These days, in this theater..."

"...Fuck you, it's finally my turn to sing Cao Cao..."

Then he glared at his son angrily, followed by the old man turned around again, smiling at the middle-aged man in costume,

He opened the costume in his hand, reached out and groped in his pocket, and found a 50 yuan bill,

"...Here, little troupe master, the ticket money for listening to the play."

Smiling, the old man handed the money in his hand to the middle-aged man,

"...Dad, you've already been on stage to sing, so there's no reason to ask you for money..."

"...You know what a fart you know!"

Turning back, staring at his son, cursing, followed closely, turning his head again, smiling at the middle-aged man,

"...Little class leader, don't listen to his nonsense, you still have to pay for the theater, take it."

As the old man said, he was going to give the money to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stood, listening to the old man's words, a little silent,

Without reaching out to take the money, he shook his head,

"...No need, Uncle Cheng."

Having said that, the middle-aged man fell silent again.

The old man still held the money in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the silent middle-aged man again,

The smile on his face gradually faded, and he fell silent.

Immediately after, he bent his back, stood, and nodded again,

"...Okay, then I will give it next time I come to listen to the play."

The old man said, put the money back into his pocket,

"...Old Hu and the rest are here, so I'll go first."

The old man said, then turned around, and said to his son again,

"...Go back by yourself. I'll finish listening to the play by myself and come back by myself."

"……dad!"

"...Then Dad, call me after you finish listening to the show...I'll come and pick you up!"

The old man walked in towards the open door as he spoke.

The man was a little anxious, yelled at his father, stood up again, and walked a little hastily to the other side of the alley.

The middle-aged man in costume stood up, then turned around, raised his head, and looked towards the room with the open door, a little silent,

Turning around again, he stood in front of the house again, silent, his eyes seemed to be in a trance.

……

Listening to the voices of words mixed in my ears with the gusts of breeze,

Looking at the doorway with some lights slantingly reflected, a few figures under the lights,

Lian Ge moved his feet and walked to the alley, the entrance of the theater.

stop again

Lian Ge turned his gaze to the theater beside the alley.

It is said to be a theater, but it is just like the tile-roofed houses covered with black tiles in the alley next to it.

On the eaves of the roof extending outwards, the tiles are already a little crumbling,

Under the eaves, the door was open, leaving only a somewhat low wooden threshold, which already looked a little potholed, stained with dried mud and dust.

On both sides of the door, against the wall outside the alley, the wall plaster has also fallen off a little, making it look a little mottled.

Beside the door, under the eaves, against the wall, there is a blackboard covered with pen dust that has not been wiped clean, on which the repertoire to be performed is written.

Through the open door, looking in the door again,

Inside the door is the lobby of the theater,

On the roof beams, there are a few incandescent lamps with some cobwebs and some gray,

The incandescent lamp swayed down some lights, illuminating the entire lobby,

In the lobby next to the rear side door, there are more than [-] stools, or some old and faded wooden stools, or plastic stools, and there are a few scattered beside them, which seem to have been moved before and have not been put back. , it seems a bit uneven.

In front of the stool, across the open aisle, leaning against the front side of the lobby, is a slightly higher platform.

Beside the table, there are a few old men playing with the erhu gongs and drums in their hands, and some music sounds from time to time,

On the other side of the lobby, not far from the stage, several figures are either putting on costumes, or sitting on a stool, letting the people next to them draw facial makeup, or getting together and talking talk.

Voices, music and music, mixed with the breeze blowing.

……

"Brother, can this be a play?"

Looking at the theater, Lian Ge turned his gaze, and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the theater, who seemed to be waiting for the guests, and said aloud,

Turning his gaze again, he looked at another figure standing next to the middle-aged man,

Standing not far from the middle-aged man, an old man was also wearing a costume,

With a slightly hunched body, the old man looked towards both sides of the alley, and then towards the middle-aged man. In the lobby, some people who were preparing for a performance looked around with a smile on their faces.

Hearing Lian Ge's words, the middle-aged man turned his head again, only to see Lian Ge,

"...Yes, today's repertoire is "Changbanpo""

The middle-aged man paused, nodded, and said aloud.

"Young man, if you want to hear, come in and sit down."

"How much is the ticket?"

"...No need. You can sit in the house, young man."

The middle-aged man shook his head and stepped aside.

"Thank you then."

Glancing at the man, Lian Ge smiled slightly and thanked him,

He turned around, moved his feet away, and walked into the lobby.

The middle-aged man stamped his feet, turned around, and looked into the alley.

It seems that there are no guests coming again,

After standing still, the middle-aged man also turned around, stepped over the threshold, and re-entered the house.

Beside the middle-aged man, the old man in the same costume smiled and looked at the middle-aged man, looked at the lobby, and walked into the room.

Let's add a new chapter today.

Will continue to add more tomorrow.

In addition,

Chapter 835

"...Old Hu, your mother's skills are not good, my white corner, look at how you draw it for me, I have to show you..."

"...Fuck you bastard, you are amazing, look at your wrinkled face, to paint your face, you need to use two catties of powder..."

"...Look, here, I have to draw like this... Hey, don't draw my eyebrows crooked..."

"...Old Cheng, can you play the role of Cao Cao, don't let your performance fail."

"...I can't sing?" The old man wants to change the world, hate Liu Bei and Sun Quan.

Zhou Yu and Kong Ming are future troubles, and I am unwilling to destroy Sun Liu...'Is this okay? "

"...Hey, this eyebrow..."

Moving his feet, Lian Ge walked into the lobby.

On the side of the lobby, they gathered together, helping each other, drawing facial makeup, or talking to each other. The old man saw Lian Ge walking into the theater lobby.

Can't help turning their heads one after another, looking at Lian Ge, looking around,

But they didn't say much, they turned their heads one after another, and each of them started talking again.

Glancing at the side of the stage, there was an old man who was adjusting the musical instrument, gongs and drums in his hand, with facial makeup painted on the side, and costumes, making preparations.

Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, found a seat at random and sat down.

Looking at the lobby, I heard some voices mixed in my ears.

in the lobby,

The stage on the front side is simply decorated. Next to the stage, next to the wall on the other side, there is a door covered by a curtain, which seems to lead to the back room.

On the roof, the incandescent lamps fringed with the wind swayed slightly, shaking the shadows of some people under the lamps.

"...Old Dong, do you think our idea will work?"

Next to the place where facial makeup was being painted and costumes were being changed, two old men approached, talking in a low voice,

"...Why doesn't it work!"

Another old man next to him said something louder, followed by a smile on his face, and said in a low voice,

"... Hey, when I went out today and said that I was going to come to this theater, my son refused to let me come... Then I was so scared that I was afraid that I would fall here, just like Old Liu..."

"... My daughter is the same. She wished she could watch over me all day long, lest I come here and be harmed by something unclean."

"... Hey... Do it a few more times like before, it will definitely work..."

Several old people approached, lowered their voices, and said with a smile.