Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 463 Begonia

Are you willing to sell?

If it were an ordinary busker, he would probably have sold it.

But it was obvious that what An Ning met was not an ordinary busker.

The old man let go of the hem of his clothes, looked at An Ning and asked, "What's your price?"

An Ning said without hiding anything: "I don't know the specific material of the erhu in your hand, but I guess it is made of good materials. As for the price, I have no basis. Do you know?"

"How about we go to the musical instrument store over there to estimate the price?"

An Ning asked sincerely, causing the old man opposite to smile sincerely.

"You're quite interesting, girl."

With just one sentence, the poor old busker's temperament changed dramatically.

At this moment, An Ning realized that the old man in front of him was no ordinary person. He was probably bored at home and came out to experience life.

No wonder, the erhu is not simple.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

An Ning bowed his hands and prepared to leave.

"Wait, you're a kid, you have to be patient."

The old man asked An Ning to follow him. An Ning had nothing to fear and followed the old man on crutches, walking further and further into the alley.

The old man next to him admired An Ning's courage.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

An Ning really didn't know what to be afraid of. What she believed in was herself.

"Hahaha! You're quite brave."

The old man smiled boldly, like the hidden boss knight in the novel.

An old man and a young man walked for 10 minutes and arrived at a black door.

"We're here, girl, do you dare to go in?"

"Isn't it too late to ask now?"

An Ning's answer made the old man laugh and knock on the door.

The sound of ding-dang came quickly in response.

The black door opened in response, and a man in costume, when he saw the old man, became a little fake and said in a friendly manner: "You went out and pretended to be blind again."

"Why, I still have to tell you what I'm going to do!"

The man in costume opened the door and snorted coldly without fear.

"Hmph! I'm going to file a complaint!"

"Hey - don't, don't, don't -"

The old man stopped the costume man and begged to please: "Don't tell Haitang, why don't you think I won't go?"

The pitiful look was completely different from the old man just now.

The man in costume who opened the door was helpless by the old man, so he could only warn: "If you go again, I will tell Master Haitang."

"I promise not to go!"

The old man made his promise, and the man in costume moved out of the way, allowing the old man and An Ning behind him to walk in.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, An Ning realized that the place was full of people in costumes, walking around in a hurry. The faint sound of opera singing came to her ears, and An Ning followed the sound.

In front, it seems to be a stage.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

An Ning was asked by the costumed person who opened the door. Before she could answer, two snacks were stuffed into her hands.

"You go ahead and take care of yourself. I still have a role to play. If you go there, someone will take care of you."

She didn't understand what happened to Anping. As she watched the man in costume hurried forward, she had no choice but to look at the old man beside her.

"Girl, please stay for a while. We will talk about the erhu later. I will go to the theater first."

At this time, the old man's face became clean, his clothes were changed, and he ran forward with his erhu.

An Ning, who had no idea what to do, simply followed the old man.

Soon, a messy opera backstage appeared in front of us.

The clear sound of opera singers, the beating of gongs and drums, and the sudden appearance of the erhu on stage made An Ning know that she was in an opera troupe.

As for what kind of drama it is and how it's sung, An Ning doesn't know.

Knowledge about this aspect is completely lacking in Interstellar.

The babbling sounds and unique rhythm fascinate An Ning.

Her head moved up and down involuntarily to the rhythm, and a finger was waving in the air.

"Begonia is here."

The phrase "Here comes Haitang" opens the eyes to the tranquility enjoyed with closed eyes. Gorgeous Chinese dresses, delicate and heavy headdresses, unique makeup, and special footsteps.

"What a nice view!"

He couldn't help but murmured, making that Haitang nod and smile at An Ning, a Peking Opera etiquette flashed, and he stepped onto the stage with an elegant posture.

As Haitang appeared, the theatergoers in front burst into cheers.

"Island ice wheel first turns——"

An Ning didn't know how to describe that voice.

If there was a ceiling for singing, this would probably be it.

She looked through the gap in the curtains and saw that Haitang's every move was playful and every frown was filled with emotion.

"Isn't she amazing?"

"Haitang? Of course, he is a famous actor, and these people below are all here for him."

"She's great."

An Ning listened to a play backstage.

At the end, there was thunderous applause outside, and An Ning also applauded. She really wanted to get to know this opera singer Haitang.

It would be a good thing if we could record a few paragraphs and send them to the interstellar side.

"Girl, why are you here? Let's go, follow me."

An Ning was called away by the old Erhu man who stepped down from the stage. She glanced at Haitang who was taking her last breaths at the front desk, and she couldn't leave her for a while.

"coming."

An Ning followed the old man to the backyard, found a secluded place, and sat down to talk.

"We haven't introduced you yet. My name is Hu Dahai, old man. What about you?"

"Peace, junior."

"An Ning, a good name, a good name, don't people just want peace and peace in this life?"

The old man muttered a few words with deep feeling and put the erhu in his hand on the table. The cherished look in his eyes was genuine.

"How much can I sell this old guy for?"

"Do you really want to sell it? I can see that you like it very much."

The old man touched the erhu with one hand and said openly: "People like many things in this life."

"You always have to trade something you like a little for something you like more, right?"

"may be."

Listening to An Ning's uncertain answer, the old man seemed to be relying on his old age, but not annoyingly said: "If you get everything you want, it's just a dream."

"But it's good that you don't know."

An Ning smiled lightly, pointed at the old man's erhu and said, "Your erhu should be very valuable, but I don't know how much it is."

Chicheng's words made the old man laugh.

"You girl has a bad temper towards me. My erhu has been passed down for several generations. Even in that war-torn era, I didn't lose it. I can still sing with this thing."

"I don't know the specific materials. I heard from my grandfather that our ancestors were also opera singers. At that time, there were officials who liked our operas and rewarded them with gifts to make this erhu."

"How about...a thousand?"

The old man spoke tentatively, and An Ning hesitated whether to nod or not.

"Not for sale."

A firm voice came from the side of the two of them.

An Ning turned around, and saw a man whose steps were indescribably good-looking, and his posture maintained a relaxed sense of nobility, as if an ancient nobleman or a prince had stepped out of the painting.

He is the second most handsome man An Ning has ever seen.

There will be an update tomorrow afternoon^-^