Senior Superstar

When I was having dinner with Liu Wenqiang before, when I met this old man, not to mention the facial makeup on his face, he also wore a beard to cover half of his face.

Li Shixin heard the voice familiar for a long time, and it wasn't until this guy bowed that he suddenly understood the name in his heart.

Thinking of the quarrel between the old man and his son just now, and the cause of the conflict seemed to be related to the previous bottle of Moutai, Li Shixin chuckled.

He gestured to a group of old fans to wait a moment, and walked forward under the doubtful eyes of Zhao Jinzhi and Wu Ming.

Old brother, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here.

A person suddenly appeared behind him, and the old man who was about to smack his son in a fit of anger was taken aback.

When he came back to his senses, he crouched down and looked at Li Shixin. The old man's eyes widened.

Oh! You are, you are the one who knows you!

Hearing the old man's address to him, several black lines appeared on Li Shixin's forehead.

Regarding the old man's evaluation of himself, he could only smile helplessly.

Before experiencing the skill dream of [The Pear Garden Art that is about to be replaced by the era], his appreciation of Peking Opera mainly came from the memory of the old man himself.

Among the memory fragments of the old man, there are actually not many parts about Peking Opera. Most of them are playing chess and cards in the community, listening to the radio or some famous paragraphs on the storytelling machine.

Barely, I am considered a Beijing opera lover who knows some famous pieces, and can follow a few pieces by relying on his voice--not even the fanciers.

But even according to that aesthetic standard, Li Shixin also felt that the old man sang that day so-so.

The reason for the applause and applause is entirely because of the old man's sentence at that time, The opera has its own voice, and all parties come to listen. One party is a human, the third party is a ghost, and the fourth party is a god. No matter whether there is or is no one in the audience, the singing must be finished. and the sentence If mortals don't listen to the things left by our ancestors, it doesn't mean that ghosts and gods don't listen.

This dedication to craftsmanship really poked Li Shixin's heart.

But now is clearly not the time to dismantle.

Facing the old man's surprise, Li Shixin looked at the old man's son beside him, and said with a faint smile, I just heard that you two were unhappy, and I'm ashamed to say that your father gave me that bottle of wine at the time. I didn't think much about it at the time. I thought your father was the owner of the restaurant, so I accepted this kindness. If this makes you father and son unhappy because of this, I really feel sorry for you. How much is that bottle of wine? I will make it up for you.

Hearing what Li Shixin said, the old grandson was taken aback.

Huh!

But before he could speak, the old grandson on the side exploded as if someone stepped on his tail!

Brother, you are wrong! My Sun Liancheng is not poor yet, isn't it just a bottle of ten-year Maotai? Don't tell me that our old Sun's family doesn't have a family tradition of recycling things that are sent out, just say today It has nothing to do with the bottle of wine.

Staring at Li Shixin's arm, Sun Liancheng pulled him in front of his son, But you came here just in time, I've been running this theater for more than four years, and this little bastard has been messing with me for more than four years. What do you say that I run this theater as a waste of business and a waste of money, no matter who sees it, it is a prodigal, and it is impossible. Old brother, you know how to do it. Tell him, how is my play now?

Forehead

What did Li Shixin say?

Let's not talk about how your play is, your son is very real.

Such a quarrel between the father and son has already attracted people from the left and right shops. In addition, there are a lot of tourists on the side of Liulichang, and there are already many spectators around the street.

Knowing that Li Shixin was the old man who delivered the wine that day, Sun Liancheng's son, Sun Yuming, suppressed his anger and stomped hard: Dad! You are really my own father! Are you really confused or pretending to be confused? After drinking a bottle of Moutai from you, even No matter what people say to you about the wine, you have to say that it looks good.

That's right, grandson, cooperating with us to help the child and say something is to meddle in your family affairs. I don't know where to talk to outsiders, is it fair? This is the neighbor of decades. Let me say a few words, If someone else asked me to meddle in this business, I still think it's a waste of time!

Brother Zhang is right, old grandson, you are double standards!

Who says no. In the past two years, you said that you have been arguing with your children in the street every day. What is it like? Old Sun, you are a father of your family, but you have to consider your children's opinions. You are retired. But when the kids are under a lot of stress, think about it, don't you?

Amidst the dissatisfaction of the neighbors and the discussions of others, Sun Liancheng took a deep breath.

Seeing the old man's face flushed, Li Shixin shook his head. He took out his wallet and counted 3,000 yuan, silently stuffed it into Sun Liancheng's hands, turned around and walked out of the crowd.

But when he turned around and took two steps, there was a crashing sound behind him.

The next moment, I saw red bills all over the sky, floating with the breeze.

Grandma!

Behind him, there was a loud shout.

For the sake of this family, I have spent half my life doing things I don't like. This year, I am fifty-seven, and half of it has been buried in the soil. I have nothing to pursue in this life, just like Beijing opera. When I get old, I will do it. What's the matter with something you want to do? It's true that I'm a father, but to be a father, you have to live with aggrieved self-sufficiency?

Hearing a roar full of grievances behind him, Li Shixin shook his head helplessly.

It's not easy to say, today is today. I told you clearly, I just want to live for myself once! In this life, if a person does not act recklessly once, regardless of gains and losses once, and go through fire and water once, then Still come to this world to suffer this dry ball?

With another roar, Li Shixin stopped in his tracks and turned his head suddenly.

Among the crowd, looking at the helpless eyes of everyone, Sun Liancheng took a deep breath.

I'm like a bereaved dog, who am I full of grievances?

I am like a wild goose mourning in the sky; I am like a dragon swimming in the shallow sand;

I am like a fish that has swallowed the hook line; I am like a boat that loses its rudder in the waves.

Perhaps because he held his breath in his heart for too long, Sun Liancheng opened his throat in front of everyone.

On the side, seeing his own father playing donkey in the street, Sun Yuming heaved a long sigh of relief.

Dad! Can you calm down a bit? I don't need this store anymore, so I beg you not to be ashamed!

As soon as he spoke, his shoulder was held down by a big hand.

A figure with deep features and gray hair appeared behind him.

Son, it might be embarrassing for your father to have conflicts with you in the street. There is no embarrassment in singing.

Sun Yuming smiled at the startled Sun Yuming, and Li Shixin stood beside Sun Liancheng.

Gangsun Liancheng sang a passage from Wen Zhaoguan.

It is said that King Ping of Chu killed Wu She, the father of Wu Zixu, and hunted down his brother Wu Shang. Wu Zixu escaped from Fancheng and defected to the state of Wu. King Ping of Chu hung images everywhere to arrest him. Wu Yuan was blocked in Zhaoguan. Fortunately, he met the hermit Donggao who was hiding in his home, and he couldn't find anything for several days. Wu Yuan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and his beard and hair turned white overnight due to anxiety.

In Sun Liancheng's section, he has emotions, but he has no skills at all.

Under the excitement, the breath did not turn upside down, not to mention the charm, even the tone of voice seemed a little weird.

Knowing that he couldn't sing well, Sun Liancheng blushed when he saw Li Shixin standing beside him.

Noticing Sun Liancheng's expression, Li Shixin smiled slightly, angrily connected to the next section of Dong Gaogong's section;

After listening to the words, my heart is sour, and the man of iron and stone burst into tears.

Wu Yuan was originally a hero, and his loyal minister and filial son lived up to his reputation.

He only blames the old man behind his back, how can he participate in the mechanism inside the sleeve?

Saving people is like reciting Amitabha, I will protect him and pass Zhaoguan tomorrow!

As soon as Li Shixin's resonant, clear, long-breathed, and full of charm singing came out, there was a burst of discussion all around.

The old people in the capital, whether they like it or not, most of them grew up following their parents and listening to operas.

Yo! How many years have I not heard this accent!

Hey, where did this character come from? This is it?

Mian Sheng, there are only a few people in Beijing who are worthy of the name, but I have never seen this one.

Seeing Li Shixin, an outsider, supporting the ignorant old man at home, Sun Yuming's face darkened.

Old man, this is our family matter, how can you speak?

Following his voice, there was a muffled thud, which suddenly sounded.

At some point, Sun Liancheng burst into tears.

In Sun Yuming's astonishment, he hugged Li Shixin's thigh.

grandmother!

drop!

Received the applause value of [Enjoyment], 4975 points!

drop!

Received a strong applause value of [Missing], 225 points!

drop!

Received the additional applause value of [Stupid], 6987 points!

After singing a verse, Li Shixin, who was affected by the breath, glanced at Sun Liancheng at his feet, and smiled slightly.

Facing the bewildered crowd beside him, he cupped his hands.

I'm showing my ugliness. The old man is meddling in his own business. The wind cannot be controlled, the shadow cannot be caught, and the ambition cannot be measured. The ancients are tired and nights are long, and they still hold candles. This person, if he wants to pursue his own without affecting others There is no reason for others to block your dreams and aspirations. You don’t need to impose your values ​​on him. Some people are close to clouds and cranes, and some people like to swim in fish. One sinks and the other floats. Fish and birds are suitable. If you don’t like it, it’s over if you don’t read it .Why do you have to uphold justice?

Shixin is right!

On the side, Mr. Liu Feng and others who had watched the bustle for a long time immediately let out a loud cry and stood up.

Facing Li Shixin's pointing, several neighbors around were ashamed, and turned their heads back to their respective shops.

Only Sun Yuming in front of the Grand Theater looked at his old father who had turned into a pendant and kept calling people grandma, completely messed up.

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Too grandma?

no?

What kind of character relationship is this! ?

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