After wearing it back, I am in the Shura field every day

When Li Baizhang and Li Furong's father Li Jianlan came over, Lin Mo was stepping on stickers everywhere to avoid accidents from happening again, so he didn't run into them first.

The two elders of the Li family are very prestigious in the opera world. Having them sit in the troupe also played a soothing effect to a certain extent, and everyone obviously calmed down.

Li Baizhang was wearing a black Tang suit embroidered with gold thread. Although his hair was grey, he was hale and hearty, with a majestic and vigorous face. At this time, Da Ma Jin Dao sat on a chair and asked Tang Yanchu and others about the details of the case.

Father Li served a cup of hot tea to the old man, and said, "Dad, if this matter is not handled properly, it will definitely cause serious losses and negative effects to the troupe. What do you think should be done?"

Li Baizhang took the tea and pondered: "The theater troupe will avoid the limelight for the time being, and wait for the public opinion on the topic to completely subside. Today, I will give you a holiday. After you go back, you should have a good rest and don't think too much."

"Also, without my permission, none of you should come in Laoguanlou again."

Everyone nodded, seeing that it was getting late, and after the routine questioning, they went back to each other.

Li Baizhang took a sip of hot tea and asked, "Why don't you see the benefactor who saved your life?"

Li Furong: "Grandpa, Master Lin is here."

He just asked Wei Xiaoxiao to invite someone over.

Not long after, Lin Mo pasted the talisman on the backstage storage room, and followed Wei Xiaoxiao into the reception hall on the third floor.

He held the remaining talismans in one hand, and his slightly complicated eyes instantly met Li Baizhang's curious eyes.

"Crack" sound.

Li Bai's palms trembled slightly, and he smashed the teacup he was holding onto the floor. His eyes widened involuntarily, his pupils shrank slightly, and his expression was unbelievable, almost to the point of shock.

Li Furong had never seen such a gaffe in his grandfather.

Seeing that Li Bai's palm couldn't help but wanted to stand up, but his body was stiff, he couldn't help but immediately stepped forward to help him.

Lin Mo stopped slowly, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Li Baizhang looks like this...why does he seem to know him?

But he thought again, there should be no photo of Li Yueji there.

"You, what's your name?" Li Baizhang said in an unsteady voice.

"Lin Mo."

Everyone could see the ups and downs of the old man of the Li family after Lin Mo told his name, especially when he grabbed Li Furong's arm vigorously and wrinkled his clothes.

"Lin Mo...Lin Mo..."

Li Bai muttered inaudibly to himself, only Li Furong who was beside him could hear clearly.

"Grandpa?" Li Furong couldn't help being puzzled.

Li Bai shook his head with his palm, took a deep breath, managed to calm down and said, "You, are you the master of the Taoist temple now?"

"I'm."

"Which 'mo'?"

"It's 'Mo' that belongs to you."

"But there are still relatives?"

"I have been an orphan since I was a child, without father or mother."

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The question and answer between the two made others look strange.

Wei Xiaoxiao couldn't help but whispered to Zhong Ning: "What is the old man doing? There is no such detailed account inquiry..."

Zhong Ning shook his head, but he couldn't understand either.

After Li Baizhang finished asking, he stood silent, with a dignified and complicated expression.

Lin Mo has already confirmed it.

His appearance in the period of the Republic of China was no different from what it is now. It seems that Li Baizhang knew what he looked like, but he didn't know how to know...

Does he have a portrait or photo of himself in his hand?

"Grandpa?" Li Furong couldn't help calling again.

Li Baizhang came back to his senses, and looked at Lin Mo with indescribable eyes: "You...you look very similar to a deceased elder of mine..."

Lin Mo pretended to put on an appropriate expression: "It's a coincidence."

Afterwards, after Mr. Li thanked Lin Mo for saving Li Furong, he didn't say any more.

After quietly looking at Lin Mo's figure for a while, he got up alone and went to the outer corridor, turned two corners, waited for no one around, and took out an old golden pocket watch from his pocket.

The pocket watch was opened, and there were photos of three people pasted on the inner wall, but it was not a photo of Li Baizhang and Li Yueji Yuanyu together.

It's a photo of Lin Moji Shiling and Lin Xingwen.

Lin Xingwen is a child adopted|adopted|adopted by the two of them. All his skills are passed down from Lin Mo, but his demeanor is similar to Ji Shiling. He has known Li Baizhang for many years and is a close friend.

When this photo was taken, Lin Mo and Ji Shiling were almost 45 years old, but they still looked like they were in their early 30s.

Lin Xingwen stood behind the two of them, with a warm smile and warmth in his brows and eyes.

After Li Bai looked at him intently for a few times, he suddenly sighed: "Xingwen, why did you ask me to keep this pocket watch...and why did you let me guard the old watch tower... What is the purpose of doing this... "

"After Uncle Lin and Uncle Ji died young, you died before you were 60..."

Having said that, he let out a long sigh, put his eyes on "Uncle Lin", and murmured: "Like...really look alike."

It is no longer similar, but to the point of being exactly the same.

He believed that if the "Uncle Lin" in the photo were more than ten years younger, he would be no different from the person he saw today.

"The masters and masters who believe in Taoism, even the names are the same..."

What a coincidence.

Turning to this room, since seeing Li Bai's palm, Lin Mo's mood is also a bit wrong.

Although the others didn't notice it, Tang Yanchu, Zhan Wenshuang and Zhong Ning were keenly aware that Xi Jinqian had to leave Laoguanlou because of the company's business.

What is Lin Mo thinking.

He was thinking of Lin Xingwen, his and A Ling's child.

Although he is about ten years older than Li Baizhang, there is no problem in learning his own abilities and prolonging his life, but the reality is that Li Baizhang is still alive and healthy, but his star is dead.

After wearing back, besides checking A Ling's situation, Lin Mo also tried to search for the existence of the two elder brothers and Lin Xingwen, but the result was disheartening.

They are all dead.

Apart from Ah Ling, he has no relatives.

He knew that there was a "Lin family" in Beijing, who had something to do with him, and it was an old family with power in their hands, but he didn't intend to look for it.

After all, he has no position, and it is impossible for him to pass in any "identity".

He has been avoiding thinking of these things, but just now when he saw the back of Li Bai's palm, he unconsciously aroused his thoughts.

Seeing Lin Mo's sad face, Tang Yanchu and Zhan Wenshuang were about to ask him what's wrong, but Xue Zhuolin came in from the door.

"Boss, there are a few people who claim to be from the Opera Association..."

The performance in Laoguanlou this time was originally contracted jointly by the Xiqu Association and other sponsors.

Because of the seniority and reputation of the Nantai Opera Troupe, Li Baizhang became the president of the association, but several other troupe leaders also participated in the shares.

It didn't take long for the homicide case in the Laoguan Building to become an uproar on the Internet. As the elders of the association, even if they didn't hear about it at the first time, most of them were informed by the juniors.

There were three old people, two young people, and a middle-aged man who looked like a businessman in gold and silver.

The middle-aged man, surnamed Wang, complained bitterly to Li Bai when he first came in: "Old man, a homicide has occurred in the building. Will the next performance be unable to go on?"

Li Baizhang didn't speak, Li Furong said: "Mr. Wang, even if the performance can go on with such a big event as a murder case, no one will come to watch it."

"That's what I said, but isn't the money we invested was wasted?"

But this is also impossible.

Li Furong said: "The money that should be given to Mr. Wang will not be less."

The reason why the middle-aged man came here was to wait for this sentence, and after getting the promise, he would accept it as soon as it was good and stop pestering him endlessly.

But two of the three old men from the Opera Association looked worried.

"President Li, what happened to the dead man? Could it be that your Nantai troupe offended someone and came here to seek revenge?"

The speaker was thin and thin, and he was Wei Lao, the leader of the Haitang troupe.

The young man standing next to him has a feminine appearance and is the weak image of the white and tender girl type nowadays. His name is Wei Minghan. He is the pillar of the Begonia troupe and the grandson of Wei Lao.

Li Baizhang returned flatly: "It's not as good as your Haitang troupe who offended as many people."

Old Wei's face darkened instantly, and he snorted.

It's not good to blatantly bully others, so Li Furong explained the matter from beginning to end.

Wei Minghan immediately sneered: "What era is this? Only your Nantai opera troupe still abides by those broken rules. You can be superstitious. If anything happens, you can blame it for not following the rules."

"In addition, I saw a lot of talismans posted in the building. Why, do you really believe in ghosts? It's ridiculous."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Zhuolin, Duan Yu and the others looked at him quietly.

you do not say.

There are not only ghosts, but also monsters, "Mermaids".

Wei Xiaoxiao sneaked a peek at Lin Mo's pocket. Just now, Xiao Su came out quietly to watch the excitement, but Lin Mo pushed him back without a trace.

Well, sure, Wei Minghan has never seen any "world".

Wei Minghan, who has never seen the world, once again blamed Lin Mo: "Whoever drew the bullshit talisman, quickly pick it up! It makes the building look like a superstitious scene."

Lin Mo was staying honest, never expecting to be caught by the cue, "I drew it, don't pick it up."

Wei Minghan looked at him in surprise, there really was a fool to answer.

"Why don't you pick it?! Laoguanlou also has our Haitang troupe as a shareholder, and we also have the right to speak. If you are told to pick it up, hurry up and pick it up! Otherwise, believe it or not, I will ask the people above to interview you." Wei Minghan said angrily .

Lin Mo: "I won't pick it based on my ability. If you let me pick it, I will pick it. If you have the ability, try one."

"Try it!" Wei Minghan really got angry at Lin Mo.

Seeing his grandson turn around to leave, Old Wei shouted helplessly, "Ming Han!"

Wei Minghan suddenly stopped resentfully.

Lin Mo snorted secretly, his petite appearance is quite unworthy of beating, telling you that my talisman is bullshit, be careful to turn you into bullshit too.

The performance of Laoguanlou would have lasted for two months. The Nantai troupe took the lead, and the other three troupes would also perform. With the help of the Nantai troupe's reputation, their own troupe's popularity will also increase.

Now the market in the opera world is really not very popular. Because of Li Furong's name and appearance, the Nantai opera troupe has become famous in the circle, and there are well-known opera artists in textbooks like Master Yuanyu, and they are the best in the industry.

Even if the other troupes were not small fish and small shrimps, they still had nothing to do with big fish.

Especially in recent years, the entertainment industry has developed rapidly, and celebrities, idols... emerge in endlessly.

It also indirectly caused their culture in the opera world to become more and more uninterested.

Although it is not said to have plummeted, it is really worse than before.

These old fellows really wanted opera to develop, but who would have thought that something like this would happen at a critical moment.

In any case, Laoguanlou must not be allowed to close for two months like this.

The author has something to say: the first watch, and the second watch in the afternoon.

[Highlight attention!Please read Chapter 1 and this chapter, Li Baizhang said that Lin Mo and Ji Shiling died young, between the ages of 35 and 50, but Lin Mo thought that he and Ji Shiling would grow old together... Yes, that's right, Dai Gong is playing a big game of chess, you can guess it, there is a hint of love! ! !The foreshadowing is very important, please do not skip reading unless it is absolutely necessary. 】