Tang Qianyan

In 1911, on the eve of the Revolution of [-], the peace in Beijing was the tranquility before the storm. After Li Shaoheng purchased raw materials in Beijing, he stopped by his friend Na Tong.

As a member of the royal family, Natong is also a member of the Manchurian Yellow Banner in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He has a high status. Now that an old friend came to the door, he immediately set up a banquet to entertain him.

After the meal, Na Tong ordered the theater troupe supported by the mansion to prepare for the performance, but Li Shaoheng refused, and readily accepted, talking and laughing with Na Tong, they walked to the Lezhentang theater building in the garden.

Just approaching the Lezhentang theater building, the two of them bumped into a ten-year-old boy sitting on the ground splitting a horse, with a few bricks on his legs. There were faint traces of whipping on his body. Tears stained, and the words of the play were vaguely recited in his mouth.

Na Tong frowned, and was about to ask loudly, when he suddenly saw the old troupe master flashing out from not far away, seeing this scene, he shouted repeatedly in fright: "Your master."

"What's the matter?" Li Shaoheng asked.

The old class leader bowed his waist and respectfully said: "The new apprentice of the teacher in the class, this one eats the pear garden, if you want to be successful, you have to suffer."

Na Tong nodded slightly, without much reaction, but Li Shaoheng approached the young man with interest, and said, "I have an only son who is as old as you, but I am afraid that he will suffer half of all the hardships you have suffered." No."

The old class leader was terrified when he heard this, and hurriedly replied: "Master, you are joking, how can we low-level people compare with your son."

The young man slightly raised his lowered eyebrows, and looked at Li Shaoheng timidly, there was already a bit of gentle elegance in his eyebrows.

"The face is pretty good." Li Shaoheng praised him, and asked the old head teacher: "What professions have you taught?"

"Most of them are young students, and they also teach Danjiao and Hualian." The old head teacher returned.

"This kid has a good face, suitable for crosstalk." After Li Shaoheng finished speaking casually, he didn't stay any longer, and walked away with Na Tong who was beside him, leaving the old class leader who kept agreeing and the boy who didn't say a word.

Li Shaoheng didn't know that such a short sentence of his was firmly remembered by the old class leader, and it completely changed the boy's trajectory ever since.

After that, the boy grew up slowly in the extremely strict teaching, so there was another Tang Qianyan in this world.