Entertainment: Singing love songs at the age of eight, singing about the confused aunt Bai Lu

Who am

I? Where am I? What am I

going to do?

Wang En looked confused.

Master Mei is gone, and he is the only one left in the live broadcast room.

He looks like a big silly fork.

Wang En scratched his chin and smacked his mouth.

He said stiffly:

"This ...... Lin Xiao's song is also ...... It's okay......" It's

rare to be able to make him say yes,

after all, this is the person who sprays a short video all over the body.

On the barrage, the fans laughed haha, most of them

were laughing at Wang En's expression was too funny.

Suddenly, Wang En's eyes widened and he stared at a barrage on the screen.

[Lin Xiao sings so well, is it okay to just be just one?]

is the goddess of online dating!

Wang En was visibly panicked, and hurriedly explained:

"I said that Lin Xiao sang well, which is rare." Fans

on the barrage were confused and asked what was going on.

Immediately after

the live video, the mobile phone rang, Wang En quickly picked it up,

and the girl's voice on the other side of the phone was full of energy, breaking through the phone and clearly entering the live broadcast room.

"Lin Xiao sings so well

, are you just okay?" "Is this like a word?" "

Music appreciation ability is so low, what kind of music critic are you

!" "Break up!"

snapped and hung up the phone.

Licking the dog becomes single.

Wang En was dumbfounded.

[So it was the goddess who was also ...... in the live broadcast room just now

] [Fat man, your mouth is too hard, obviously Lin Xiao sings well, you have to be stiff

] [It's a real man, you have to have a hard mouth!

] [Congratulations on joining the single dog family!]

The people who eat melons in the barrage are as happy as the New Year, and Wang En's world of being injured alone has been achieved.

......

A suburb of Beijing.

In a dilapidated residential compound.

This is the opera garden of the Peking Opera troupe Hongfu Class.

It is not only a place for Peking Opera fans to watch, but also a place for the disciples in the industry to practice their daily Xi.

It was eight o'clock in the evening

, which was supposed to be the time for the opening of the theater for singing, but

the garden was empty and silent.

Several disciples went in and out, silently packing up their things.

When they were about to walk out of

the door, without exception,

they all bowed deeply to the old man guarding the door and said goodbye.

"Master Hong, I'm leaving. You take care. A

disciple dragged a suitcase with a guilty face.

The old man was seventy years old, and his gray hair was sloppy.

It is Hong Dexing, the head of the Hong Fu class.

Hearing the disciple's words, his sallow eyes instantly darkened.

The mouth was slightly open, opened and closed several times, and did not speak.

Until one disciple after another all left

, the old voice lamented:

"Gone again......"

"All gone...... The

old man entered the Hongfu class at the age of four, and it was still the Republic of China period.

In the early morning, he practiced and raised his voice, and did chores during the day.

At the age of fourteen, he made his debut on stage and became an instant hit.

After that, he became the new squad leader and took over the Hongfu class.

From the Republic of China to the Xinhua Kingdom,

Hong Fuban was older than his seventy years old.

But today,

its lifespan is coming to an end.

Opera has declined in China, and everyone thinks that it is old-fashioned and cannot be put on the stage, and it

has become a legacy.

That is, something that goes into the ground.

There are fewer and fewer audiences who come to the Hongfu class to watch the play, and

after ten years of work off the stage, there is no stage to show!

The disciples in the troupe follow him to eat and sleep in the open, and they can't even solve the problem of basic food and clothing.

So the disciples left one by one.

This is the last disciple in the class, and he is also gone today.

He has no reason to stop

it, even at this moment, his heart is like a knife

, and his heart is extremely painful! Hong Dexing wiped his dry eyes

, Hong Fuban is his life's work, and he is also an old buddy who has accompanied him all his life

, even if everyone leaves,

he will support Hong Fuban to live!

Fortunately, there is also his grandson Hong Fubao.

He can let his grandson inherit Hong Fuban and inherit his mantle!

Thinking of his grandson, Hong Dexing's old face showed a smile of relief.

I couldn't help but walk into the house quickly.

"Fubao, the disciples are all gone, and you and grandpa are left in the Hongfu class.

"You have to stick to here and inherit the mantle of Hong Fuban!" As

he got closer, Hong Dexing's eyes widened and he said loudly,

"What are you doing?!"

I saw my grandson Hong Fubao bending over and packing his luggage in the house.

When he saw his grandfather come in, he kept his head down,

didn't lift it, and didn't say a word.

Hong Dexing hurriedly stopped and held his grandson's hand tightly.

"Are you going to leave too?"

"Didn't you promise your grandfather that you would guard the Hongfu class with your grandfather

!" Hong Fubao shook off the old man's hand, his eyes were red, and he suppressed his anger

: "Hong Fuban, Hong Fuban!" "You know every day that you are talking about Hongfuban! What is so good about this broken class

!" Seeing that grandpa was going to continue to chatter, Hong Fubao shouted loudly:

"

No one listens to the play now!" A

deafening voice exploded in Hong Dexing's ears.

He let go of his hand in distraction, stunned on the spot.

Grandson Hong Fubao dragged his luggage and said dumbly:

"Grandpa, opera has declined.

"There must always be someone in the family to earn money, and the grandson is not filial and cannot inherit your Hongfu class."

"You can retire at home with peace of mind, don't toss anymore."

After his grandson left

, Hong Dexing sat alone in the courtyard

, looking at the empty opera garden,

and his heart was infinitely sad and desperate.

Hong Fuban's life is really coming to an end......

A week passed quickly, and

Hong Dexing came to the Chinese Peking Opera Management Committee to cancel the Hong Fu class.

After a week,

he has completely accepted this ending.

Perhaps, this is fate.

Hong Fuban, like himself, always has an end day.

But when he went out and passed by a supermarket, he

was surprised to hear a loud opera playing inside.

The child's clear singing voice made him stunned on the spot.

His

heart was beating wildly, but then he shook his head, dispelled his thoughts, and said with a wry smile:

"Hey, what are you still delusional? Now children don't listen to opera, and they can't sing anymore!"

He sighed and continued to walk forward

, only to find that more than one supermarket was playing opera, restaurants

, and repair shops

Even a child passing by was humming

an opera! And it's the same song!

This opera has a novel tune, which is different from traditional opera, but it inherits the charm of traditional opera.

The lyrics are even more simple and clear, and they are appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar.

Hong

Dexing couldn't help but walk into the supermarket, suppressed his excitement, and asked the clerk

: "Are you playing an opera? Which excerpt is it?"

The clerk, who is also a young man in his twenties

, waved his hand when he heard this, and shyly introduced:

"This is an opera, a newly written opera."

"It's good, this is Lin Xiao's "Goddess Splitting View", which has been very popular recently.

"I've never heard of opera before, so I didn't expect it to be so good. "

I don't know where there is an opera troupe, I want to listen to traditional opera!" Hong

Dexing almost trembled and shoved his business card into his hand.

He said excitedly:

"Yes, yes!" "

Hong Fuban, there will be a play tomorrow night! Young man, you must come!"

The clerk nodded stunned and watched Hong Dexing leave.

On the way back, Hong Dexing was almost like a fly,

excitedly humming the tune he had just heard.

When I returned to Hongfuban, I found that my grandson, who had been away for a week, had come back and

was still hanging his throat in the theater!