Narendra Sex and Evil Performing Arts Company

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"Speaking of which, has Brother Shihuang contacted us recently?"

"Ordinary people have a saying 'Say fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck'." Feng Xiao said while pushing the door, "Although I don't understand why this sentence is interpreted as 'Whoever wants to come', but you will know when you go in."

"...Could it be that you said 'Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here'?"

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Two visitors came to the small building today.

Upstairs is Qin Shi Huang, and downstairs is Huang Lao.

Under Feng Xiao's instruction, Xue Xiaoxi chatted with Qin Le up there, and Wang Jiangang accompanied Huang Lao downstairs to visit the closed museum.The two didn't know each other that there were other guests.

"A Si went to visit Mr. Huang the day before yesterday and found an interesting thing." In the cloakroom, Feng Xiao said while helping Nalande take off his coat.

"Oh?"

"According to Mr. Huang, Mr. Qin Youren's great-grandson, Qin Le, was indeed the opera consultant of the school, but he left at the end of last year to study abroad."

"You mean to say..."

"I'm just guessing."

"Understood, I understand. So you invite them both to come to Xiaolou at the same time, and ask Mr. Huang to identify them face to face?"

Feng Xiao defaulted.

"It's well done." Nalande patted him on the shoulder approvingly, threw off his socks and put on home cotton shoes, "Let's go, let's watch the show."

First, I found Mr. Huang in the props exhibition hall on the first floor. It took me 10 minutes to invite him to sit upstairs for a chat. Because this old Huang has bad eyesight and deaf ears, he cherishes it on the display cabinets with old-fashioned clothes. Can't walk.

He also carries a huqin on his back, which may be the custom of Qin Youren's opera school.

When I went upstairs, I made an appointment with the old man to go to the small building for two hours of class every night this month.The old man liked all the young people who sincerely studied opera, especially this grandson of the famous actress Nalan Chuke, who said happily, "You are so handsome, you must be very beautiful when you dress up." .

Although it is a compliment, Nalande still prefers others to praise him for being handsome.However, there was nothing to correct, thank you several times, and a group of people came to the living room on the second floor.The door was half-closed, and someone inside could be heard boasting: "That's right, the first batch of first-class opera actors in the country, who in China didn't know 'Qin Youren' at that time? Our family was originally a famous family... Let me tell you, my great-grandfather is still alive That guy! The house is full of people, and there is no place to set foot every day..."

Xue Xiaoxi said in an adoring tone: "Famous families are different. When entertaining guests, they serve dumplings themselves. It is traditional, heavy, meaningful, and cultured! It's not like our small families who eat out of restaurants as soon as guests come."

Qin Shihuang did not correct him, and had a great time singing and singing together: "Yes, Chinese people like to eat dumplings, and I think pork and green onion flavored dumplings are delicious in the world! I have been traveling all over the world. I recognize this taste. Others such as I’m not used to Shanghai’s crab roe steamed buns.”

"Yeah? But Guangdong's wonton noodles are not bad. There is a very good Hong Kong restaurant on Jiehuang Road. I went to eat that day. The shredded beef in their wonton noodles is really delicious! I recommend you to try it." Try it!"

After listening to this conversation, Nalande felt that his logic had been eaten by dogs.Quickly knock on the door to interrupt the conversation between the two.Just as he was about to introduce the two guests, unexpectedly, Qin Shihuang seemed to be seeing an acquaintance, and trotted over as soon as his eyes lit up: "Uncle Huang? Why are you here? Oh, you also know Mr. Nalan?"

Mr. Huang squinted his eyes and didn't see the person's appearance clearly, so he was warmly held and shaken by someone's hands. He thought that if he was so enthusiastic, he must have recognized him. He was full of peaches and plums, and it was understandable to forget one or two. .So while apologizing, he replied ambiguously: "Yes, yes, the little friend I just met, came to visit..."

"Then you are busy with that. The students have something to do. Let's go first. Goodbye!" Qin Shihuang came to say goodbye to the owner of the house, and then whispered in Nalande's ear, " Regarding that score, there is a big secret... We will have a bright future." Then he smiled mysteriously, a mysterious light appeared in the strange-colored pupils, as if deliberately trying to whet his appetite.

Nalande and Feng Xiao stepped aside, but didn't stop him.Then they looked at each other, tacit understanding.Come back together and invite Huang Lao to sit down, Wang Jiangang also made tea at this time.

Mr. Huang took off the huqin and began to rub rosin on the bow: "Then let's start the class, starting with the vocalization—"

"May I ask, does Mr. Huang recognize the one just now?" Nalande interrupted the question.

"Ah... I should recognize it."

"should?"

"I can't remember clearly, I don't know which class of students it is."

"Student?" Nalande seized the opening and asked again, "Isn't the one just now Mr. Qin's great-grandson Mr. Shi Huang?"

"No." Huang Lao said with a smile, "I'm always old, but not so old that I don't even know Lele. I watched him grow up."

It really is fake!No wonder the man fled seeing his identity revealed.Nalande glanced at Feng Xiao again, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly as if his guess had been confirmed, as if he had set up this brilliant game from beginning to end.Feng Xiao also raised her eyebrows at him, with an expression of "as long as you are happy".

But after thinking about it, both of them felt that it was not good.It's not the real Qin Le, who is that?What identity and position?He said that he has half of the score of Fenmomeng in his hand and knows the secret behind the score, can it be trusted?What is his purpose for wanting the full score?Why can't I show up as my real identity?Friend or foe?

There are a series of questions, but there are no answers for the time being. It seems that there is still a way to deal with that fake Qin Le.Nalan Dexing came back to his senses, and continued to ask Huang Lao: "Does Huang Lao know where the half of Qin's family's ancestral score is? It is "Harmony with Light and Dust" written by my great-grandfather before liberation?"

"Oh, you said "And the Light and Dust", it's gone long ago."

"Gone?!"

"Yeah, I also know a little bit about this matter. I don't know what the purpose of Mr. Shen is. He split the song into two at the beginning of his creation, half of which was used for dissemination, and the other half was not for anyone to listen to. What people listen to is the half of your family. Originally, the other half of the songs had already been recorded and ready to be released, but when the Liberation in 30 happened, the situation turned upside down, and many things in the literary and art circles were delayed. Later, the score was given to me. The master kept it. So this half of the piece has not actually been published, only my master is familiar with it. Suddenly, one day two or thirty years ago, Mr. Shen came to visit my master and asked him to destroy all the scores and records in his collection. That’s it.”

"That's it? Is there no successor?"

"No. It seems that Mr. Shen has instructed not to teach anyone "And the Light and Dust"."

It's getting more and more strange. After a round of analysis, if there is really a secret in "And the Light and the Dust", the secret is actually buried by the grandfather.What great secret does Grandpa have that he wants to hide with a music score for half a century?It's incredible.

Having said that, since the Qin family's score is gone, what does the fake "Qin Shihuang" claim to have?Is it a lie with an ulterior motive?Or is it the real sheet music from elsewhere?

It's a pity that everything was known too late, and the score at home had been lost during the renovation.

Just as he was regretting it, he only heard that Mr. Huang was already adjusting the strings and preparing to play the piano: "A quarter of an hour has passed, so let's hurry up to class and listen to me sing a piece of Kunqu..."

It's not good to disrespect others by inviting people, so I had to force my thoughts back and concentrate on learning drama.Because Nalande's voice wasn't that good, and he had incomplete pentatonics since he was a child. He used to be jealous of An Dong's acting and released an album to make money. He also recorded an ed to sell, but the sales shaved his head.So this first class took a lot of sweat from Mr. Huang.Although the students are deeply sorry, they can only practice hard in private.

Finally, seeing Mr. Huang, he couldn't help but want to curse, so he hurriedly sent someone to take him home.When the husband went out, he was obviously thinner than when he came. Wang Jiangang clicked his tongue: "It looks like the old man is tired."

Feng Xiao said with her hands behind her back: "There is no plowed land in the world, only exhausted cows."

Nalande trembled all over: "You are illiterate, you can't speak, can you stop talking! Damn, what a literary talent!"

Feng Xiao expressed her inexplicability, and only after Wang Jiangang's soft reminder did she realize that the correct context of this proverb was actually between the beds.Damn Chinese people are obscene/slutty, as the saying goes, you can't leave your belt.

When the taxi that sent Mr. Huang was far away, Feng Xiao remembered something, turned around and asked Nalande, "Do you trust this old man?"

"How to say?"

"Ask him to do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

Feng Xiao didn't answer immediately, but just curled her lips to look at him: "How can you thank me first?"

"Thank you, ghost." Nalande didn't take it seriously, but when he got up the next day, there was already a stack of papers on the bedside.On the paper is the complete stave of "And the Light and the Dust", which is the combined version of the two halves.What is even more surprising is that there are many strange handwritten characters under each line of staves.

After all, he was a child of a cultured family, and Nalande recognized that it was a Gongchi notation without much effort.

At that time, I felt that this was something I thought about every day and dreamed at night.But the urgency to urinate was so real. After waking up to relieve myself, I found that the sheet music was still on the pillow, so I believed it was real.I was overjoyed at the time.No need to ask, this is what Feng Xiao said last night, "ask him for a favor".

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Feng Xiao. He was so happy that he didn't know why, so he jumped on his body and hugged his neck and laughed, "You're so coquettish! I knew you could do anything! But where did you get the score?"

Feng Xiao didn't answer, just lowered his eyes to look at him closer.Only then did Nalande realize that he had lost his composure, and was about to jump down, but Feng Xiao firmly held down his waist, and was forced to hang halfway on him without embarrassment.

Speechless for a while.

Feng Xiao's eyes were a little deep, and she always felt that he had something to say, but she didn't open her mouth all the time, she just looked closely.Then someone ran up the stairs "thump, thump, thump," and Narendra broke free with all his strength, and when he looked away, he felt his face was already red.

The one who came running was Zhang Kaiquan, holding an old semiconductor-like thing in his hand, and the miraculous thing was that earphones could be plugged into it. He handed the earphones to Nalande and Feng Xiao, and said: "Listen, listen, you have a big discovery."

"What discovery?" Nalande asked while stuffing his ears.

"Since we let Lin Zhiyuan go that day, he and Lu Li have been living apart in a cold war. It wasn't until last night when Lin Zhiyuan was sent home drunk that he said a lot to Lu Li. This is what I used The conversation recorded by the nano bug that was secretly implanted under his skin took place from 44:[-] to [-]:[-] in the morning."