Rebirth Ticket

In the previous life, he had been taught by a famous Liyuan master who was a mother for ten years. Xu Peizhi made rapid progress in learning, and even the picky Yao Chuan expressed his feelings many times. He is outstandingly talented and very spiritual. Not necessarily taller than him.

For the other party's praise, Xu Peizhi didn't even dare to say it, and his humble and low-key attitude made Yao Chuan even more happy.

The course, which was originally expected to be one month, was completed ten days ahead of schedule.

One day after finishing the course, Yao Chuan invited Xu Peizhi to his teacher's house as a guest, saying that he introduced him to his teacher, and that his teacher wanted to meet him very much.

Xu Peizhi heard Yao Chuan talk about his teacher, who is a real master in Liyuan. His ancestors have been inheritors of Peking Opera for several generations. He is over 70 this year and still guides students at school.

For such a great master, Xu Peizhi naturally respected him, and when Yao Chuan mentioned it, he responded respectfully.

On the way, even though Yao Chuan repeatedly said no, Xu Peizhi insisted on buying some health supplements according to the etiquette and brought them home.

Yao Chuan was more and more satisfied with his apprentice who had a short-term friendship, and really wished to accept him as a house boy. He only hinted a few times that the other party didn't seem to have any interest in becoming a professional opera actor, but just wanted to act well.He also extinguished the heart of accepting disciples, only lamenting the pity.

Yao Chuan briefly introduced the situation of Teacher Xia, "My teacher's surname is Mu, and he is a descendant of the Mu School. His wife died young when he was young, and his only daughter was my senior sister. Unfortunately, he disappeared later and has never been heard from since. So try to Don't mention this in front of the teacher."

Xu Peizhi kept Yao Chuan's point in mind.

Yao Chuan led Xu Peizhi into the family area of ​​the teachers of Central Opera through the back door, and walked along the road to the innermost row of houses. It was the architectural style of the 7s and 80s, with mottled and peeling walls, dilapidated buildings, and corridors. It was desolate and deserted, and it seemed that few households were still living there.

Yao Chuan saw Xu Peizhi looking at the house suspiciously, and explained, "The house here is very old, and the school is going to be rebuilt, but my teacher is afraid that his missing daughter will not find him when he comes back, so he has been refusing to move out. "

Hearing this, Xu Peizhi couldn't help feeling sad when he thought about the old man who lost his parents in his later years.

Yao Chuan led Xu Peizhi up to the third floor. The stairs were steep and dark, and it was difficult even for young people. Yao Chuan told Xu Peizhi to be careful, and said, "The teacher has bad legs, and he doesn't like to go out except for class. .Our brothers and sisters often come to see him."

Xu Peizhi supported Yao Chuan, who was about [-] or [-] years old, and the two reached the third floor. Yao Chuan took out the key and opened the door.

"Teacher, I brought Xu Peizhi."

Yao Chuan led Xu Peizhi into the room. Inside, an old man with gray hair was sitting on the sofa. When he heard the noise, he looked up--

Looking at each other, Xu Peizhi was slightly taken aback.

This old man is very old, with gray hair, and sharp eyes under the glasses, giving people a serious and serious feeling.

What stunned Xu Peizhi was that the other party gave him a certain familiar feeling.But he was sure he had never met each other.

Holding the gift, Xu Peizhi bowed to the other party, "Hello, Mr. Mu."

Elder Mu stood up slowly, "Thank you, sit down." His tone was light.

Yao Chuan put the gifts into the back room for the teacher, and came out to pour tea for them, "Teacher, this is the very talented student I told you about."

Elder Mu pushed his glasses, looked at Xu Peizhi, and said directly, "Let's sing a paragraph." He spoke directly, without any euphemism.

Xu Peizhi looked at Yao Chuan, Yao Chuan lowered his voice and explained to him, "This is the teacher's personality... you can sing."

For this stern and upright old man, Xu Peizhi had a kind of instinctive respect, and he didn't dare to be perfunctory casually. After thinking for a while, he chose a passage from "Farewell My Concubine" that he had practiced very well recently, parted his thin lips lightly, and slowly sang.

"Persuade the king to drink wine and listen to Yu's song, and watch the king sleep in his tent with his clothes on..."

The voice is deep and graceful, the transition is very clean, and the movements of walking and shaking hands are smooth and skillful, especially the most difficult "rhyme" in the singing, but it is full of charm, and uses its own style to polish the melody and lyrics, making the voice more beautiful It is mellow and melodious, and it also doubles the charm and splendor of the song style. This kind of awareness is comparable to that of professional opera actors.

After singing a section, Yao Chuan nodded again and again, Mr. Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers regularly, and shook his head lightly with the tune.

After Xu Peizhi finished singing, the two were still intoxicated by his voice, and they recovered after a long time.

Yao Chuan was amazed, "Xiao Xu couldn't tell, he sang better than usual."

Xu Peizhi looked slightly embarrassed.When you usually practice, you have to be distracted and be careful not to perform too well so as not to be seen by the other party. Naturally, you are a little bit clumsy.

Elder Mu withdrew his hand and looked at Xu Peizhi seriously, "It's a good seedling. Are you interested in learning drama from me? I can accept you as a close student."

Yao Chuan gasped for Mu Lao's appreciation, and Xu Peizhi was astonished.

As the inheritor of the Mu School of Peking Opera, Mr. Mu has a great reputation and has many students, but he has only admitted five direct disciples, and since his daughter disappeared, he has not accepted any more disciples.

Now that Xu Peizhi is going to be accepted as a closed disciple at an ancient age, if the news is released, it may cause great shock in the drama world!

It's just that Xu Peizhi declined without the slightest hesitation, "Thank you, Mr. Mu, for your favor. It's just that I don't have the idea of ​​learning Peking Opera for the time being... I still prefer acting."

Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes.Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people studying drama, and there are even fewer good seedlings.

He sighed, and didn't persuade him anymore, shaking his head and slowly sat back on the sofa.

The scene turned cold for a moment.

Yao Chuan immediately stepped forward to smooth things over, and said with a smile, "Teacher, you don't know, Xiao Xu is a popular actor who has won the Best Newcomer Award and was also nominated for Best Supporting Actor, and his acting skills are really good. He went abroad to win prizes, if you really kidnap him, Director Lu will have to fight for me when he comes back."

The words were half-joking, diluting the embarrassing atmosphere just now.

After listening, Elder Mu looked up at Xu Peizhi carefully, and nodded in agreement, "It's a good seedling, and it should have a wider stage."

Xu Peizhi grew fond of him, and it seemed that such an old man was not as stubborn as he imagined before.

Seeing that the teacher wasn't angry, Yao Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll cook, you guys talk."

Leaving the two of them face to face, Xu Peizhi couldn't find a good topic for this serious and reticent old man at the moment, so he could only ask, "How is your health?"

"Well," Elder Mu stared at him, and said quietly, "Do you know why I want to take you as an apprentice?"

Xu Peizhi shook his head.

Old Mu looked nostalgic, and said slowly, "Your performance just now, adding some of your own style to the singing, let me see a trace of my daughter."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mu would take the initiative to bring up this topic. Xu Peizhi was surprised, and smiled humbly, "Ms. Yao mentioned that your daughter has been taught by you since she was a child, and she has been influenced by you since she was a child. She is everyone at a young age. How lucky this junior is."

Elder Mu looked at him carefully, asked about his family situation, shook his head as if confirming some possibility, and raised his finger, "Bring me the photo frame, thank you."

Xu Peizhi looked in the direction of his finger, it was a photo frame placed on the TV cabinet.He took a closer look and saw that the photo was a family portrait of a family of three. The photo was yellow and old, and it could be seen that it was taken by the old man many years ago.

In the photo, there is a beautiful and graceful wife, a young and handsome husband, and...

Xu Peizhi's pupils constricted suddenly, and his breathing froze.

In the middle of the picture is a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old, youthful and beautiful, smiling like a flower.

--Exactly the same as his mother.

For a moment, Xu Peizhi's mind went blank, and his chest was struck by lightning.

The same surname, masters of northern genre opera, subtle movements that seem to be familiar... Many traces that were ignored before are strung together, and a memory many years ago suddenly emerges in front of my eyes.

That was when he was still young, and after his mother beat him up, she hugged him and wept bitterly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... If the old man didn't force me, why would I have run away from home and ended up in this situation... …sorry!"

Confused by the pain, he heard his mother mention for the first time that he had a grandfather.

Later on, my mother would occasionally mention my grandfather, sometimes reminiscing, sometimes resentful, and more often, remorseful.

As for the young him, at first, he thought his grandfather was his hope of redemption.

Whenever he was beaten and scolded by his mother, he cowered in a corner, always hoping that one day, the tall and majestic grandfather would suddenly appear in front of him and take him away; That expectation finally turned to despair when Mom and Dad parted.

If my grandfather hadn't threatened my mother in this way, she wouldn't have run away from home, and ended up getting sick. Her husband abandoned his wife and son, and she was reduced to the current state of poverty and illness.

Nor would I be the mother's ardent expectation, growing up amidst her abuse.

So after becoming famous, with that trace of resentment, he never thought of looking for his grandfather.

For him, his father, whom he never heard from when he was eight years old, and his grandfather, whom he had never met, were like strangers.

--But I didn't expect that after a long time, we would meet again unexpectedly.

Someone seemed to be saying something in his ear, Xu Peizhi woke up from his trance, and realized that it was the old man's urging voice.

"...I'm sorry," Xu Peizhi tried his best to restrain the trembling of his fingers, took the photo from the cabinet, and handed it back to the old man.

"Thank you" the old man took it, put on the reading glasses, stroked the photo inch by inch with his rough fingers, lowered his head as if he was deep in memory, and the wrinkles at the corners of his brows and eyes portrayed the vicissitudes and loneliness of the passing years.

Xu Peizhi opened his mouth, he had thousands of questions in his mind to ask, but he was speechless as if stuck in his throat.

Why do you ask, why did the old man do that back then?However, it turns out that his vision was not wrong. The young man he was not optimistic about did not take responsibility. He abandoned his wife and son in the second year after his wife became ill, and has never been heard from since. What's more, the things of the previous generation have changed. What position can he use to question the other party?

The stubborn old man must have tasted all the regrets in the desolation of being alone for the second half of his life.