I donated 100 million at the beginning

Hu Chang took Hu's class and followed him on the field.

stand on stage.

Hu Yibao looked down the stage, there were thirty or fifty wine tables full of people.

"There are quite a lot of people this time."

Someone from the Hu family class whispered, the voice was a little joyful.

For them, it has been a long time since they performed in front of so many people.

However, as soon as the guests at the scene saw the appearance of Peking Opera, the interest on their faces disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by unconcealed disappointment.

"I thought it was something, it turned out to be Peking Opera."

"What! It's this age, and there are Peking Opera performances."

"Hey, let's go!"

"That Yinger just now was really beautiful."

"It's not your turn to be beautiful, hahaha! This time, Shangguan's show is pretty good, but this Beijing opera is a bit disappointing. It's better than him if it's a cross talk."

"Brothers, let's go. I got five tickets for Hu Yibao's concert yesterday. Let's go see it tonight."

"Fuck, the concert is much better than Peking Opera."

The guests made no secret of their disdain for Peking Opera, and many of them had already got up and were about to leave.

"Get ready to start!"

Hu Chang whispered to the members of the Hu family.

Everyone nodded.

Although there was disappointment in the eyes, this is also a common occurrence, and they have encountered it quite often in recent years.

When they showed up, the scene was considered to have begun.

At the beginning of the opera, even if there is no one in the audience, they have to finish singing.

This is the rule set by the ancestors.

Just about to start.

"Hey! Beijing opera singers, you all break up!"

I don't know, but I suddenly yelled.

"Ha ha!!"

Immediately the whole room roared with laughter.

Then someone booed.

"They all quit, even if you sang, no one will watch it."

"Yeah, yeah! Let's all go home! It might be better to change industries."

"Hahaha!!"

The laughter of the people in the audience made the pupils of the young people in Hu's class spin tears. The grievances they have suffered all these years immediately flowed up.

They have heard a lot of disdainful discussions about Beijing opera, but no one has ever made such a mockery.

"Master"

Zhang Jialuo, the youngest 16-year-old Hujiaban boy, looked at Hu Chang, tears streaming down his face.

It is his dream to perform on stage.

But at this time, my dreams are being trampled on ruthlessly and recklessly by these people, and they are constantly being trampled on.

For a moment, his heart was filled with helplessness.

"Child" Hu Chang reached out and touched Zhang Jialuo's head. He didn't expect that these people would go too far this time.

Just as he was about to feel relieved, Hu Chang saw Hu Yibao stepping forward and standing in front of him.

Everyone in the audience saw a man with a painted face in Peking Opera, stood up and thought that the Peking Opera performance was about to start, so they couldn't help but hastened their pace and left.

"Ah! It's started, it's started!"

"Let's go! They sing their songs."

"It's not easy for Peking Opera to survive without being coaxed to step down by us, hahaha!"

"It's really strong! But what's so good about being strong, anyway, it's going to be eliminated by the times."

Hu Chang knew that Farewell My Concubine did not start like Hu Yibao.

Just when he was wondering what his grandson was going to do, a clear singing voice suddenly sounded on the stage.

"When the show is folded, the sleeves rise and fall"

"Singing joys and sorrows has nothing to do with me"

"Expand and close, the gongs and drums sound and silence"

Melancholy melancholy singing.

The crowd who were about to leave at the scene couldn't help but stop, and turned their heads to look at the stage.

Hundreds of eyes fell on Hu Yibao.

"Oh! It's interesting!"

"It's a beautiful song."

"What new song is this? I've never heard it before."

"This song, listen to it before leaving."

The people who had left originally sat down one by one.

While laughing, someone took out their mobile phone and took a photo of the colorful Hu Yibao on the stage.

The singing continues.