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Chapter 42 Want to Inherit the Aspirations of Our Ancestors (Part Two)

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhang? Why do you have time to call your brother?"

Su Chen asked jokingly.

It was my best friend, Zhang Da, who called.

The relationship between the two has always been good, but he seemed to be very busy some time ago, and he never cared about contacting.

Zhang Da on the other side of the phone seemed to be a little elated:
"Isn't your business not so good? I'm going to start a company. Why don't you close your store and come to me as the general manager?"

"Hearing your tone, are you making a lot of money?"

Su Chen was a little surprised, this kid is not a rich second generation, he is almost a negative second generation.

How could a company be formed all of a sudden?
"Almost, I worked for a courier company for a month not long ago, and I just met the other half of my life. We love each other deeply. She bought me a sea-view house and a BMW."

"Hiss, you are so moist!"

"Haha, don't worry, buddy, I'm not in trouble! I swore not to eat soft rice, and decided to start my own business, so I started my own company, and I'm going to start from scratch!"

"No, it sounds like you're in a big fight, where did your company get the start-up capital?"

"She gave it. We are all a family now. I started a business. She should support me, right?"

"Well, I am ambitious!"

After a few simple and shabby sentences, Su Chen hung up the phone with a complex expression.

Unexpectedly, in just two months, this guy has reached the pinnacle of his life.

His wedding is scheduled for next week, and this call is mainly to invite Su Chen to the wedding. It just so happens that Su Chen also wants to use the wedding to celebrate.

Jinzhou City

Jinyang Street
Business center circle.

Night shrouded the entire city. In the early morning, time quietly wiped out the neon lights in the modern city. Everything seemed to have settled down. The lights of various shopping malls were turned off one by one. On the deserted streets, the crowds of the day were no longer there turbulent.

At this moment, in a duplex tea house with the style of the last century, a touch of brightness is still struggling in the darkness.

The teahouse faces south and faces north, and the listening seats and the podium surround each other in a circle, forming a closed listening scene.

On the podium, Xingmu is on record!
A figure sat in front of the desk, picked up Xingmu in his hand, slapped Xingmu in front of the desk!
The crisp sound immediately resounded around the entire teahouse!

The mottled old paint surface on the teahouse does not affect the unique echo of the teahouse. The sound rises around the beams, and it is difficult to get together~
After waiting until Xingmu's voice slowly dissipated.

That figure, the vicissitudes of life came out:

"If you want to know what will happen next, let me tell you next time!"

"Let's do it again! I've been listening to it for a long time, why did it suddenly disappear?"

"Yeah, we were fascinated by what we heard, old man, tell me more!"

Off the field, two or three listeners were fascinated by it, but judging from their identities, they looked like workers who had just returned home from get off work.

Listening to books and operas in teahouses like this used to be something only wealthy people could afford. Now with the introduction of various cultures, there are not many storytellers and teahouses like this, and the business is naturally not as good as others. Things are booming.When these people saw the teahouse open when they got off work, they wanted to come in and have a look, but unexpectedly, there was no one to collect the tickets.

The movie theater next door is full every day, and even late at night, there are people booking nights to watch it.

The teahouse here is no longer the same as before, even if the door is open, few people are willing to come in.

So, these people left it for a long time for nothing, and when they arrived, they saw that the storyteller on it was over.

Don't forget to say a few words and let's play again!
It's not that they don't have money to listen to, but they feel that they are taking care of the storyteller, and they feel that prostitution for free is justified.

When I heard Lu Bu's halberd shoot at the gate, the halberd flew halfway, so I stopped talking.

How much is also a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the storytellers on the stage not moving, they yelled:

"Tell me again, I haven't finished this talk yet! At least finish this talk, right?"

On stage,

Qiao Xiang supported the desk with a pale face, it wasn't because he stopped talking, but because he didn't have the energy to continue.

He, who was called a master in the past, once talked about the ups and downs of the country and the mountains and rivers of the years.

With his eloquence and his clothes stained with dust, he has also beautified many legends in the world.

The current physical condition is not good, just like this storyteller and singer, it seems that they are approaching their twilight years together!

He has been proficient in the quintessence of Peking opera all his life, and he is also a storyteller. Singing opera and storytelling is his profession, and he is regarded as everyone in the circle. Unfortunately, he still can't restore his decline, and no one can inherit it!
Especially those masters in the storytelling of Longguo Peking opera in recent years, the masters have left one after another, and the quintessence of the country is even more withered!
I don't have much time, just like the people who are keen on these things are getting old in batches.

Seeing that the old man stopped talking and lost interest, those workers left the scene immediately.

Prepare to come back tomorrow and continue to prostitute for nothing.

After everyone left, Qiao Xiang got up and looked at the teahouse with desolate eyes.

It has completely lost the glory and excitement of the past.

At this time, a figure came in, and seemed a little angry after seeing Qiao Xiang's figure.

Hastily stepped forward.

A thick middle-aged man's voice sounded, a little anxious:
"Dad, why did you come here at night again?"

Saying that, she put her overcoat on Qiao Xiang's body.

Looking at the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is his son and apprentice-Qiao Sheng
Qiao Xiang smiled bitterly:
"I don't know how many times I can come here, it's always good to have a look!"

"Your body can't be tossed like this any longer. If the brothers and sisters hadn't contacted me last night, I wouldn't even know where you were! You promised me at that time, so I can't say, why did you change your mind today?"

Qiao Sheng looked at him angrily and distressedly, and asked.

Although there are some complaints, the respect between the words is from the heart, and there is no disrespect in the slightest.

"Usually the teahouse can be open until three o'clock in the morning. Why did I see the dim lights in the teahouse today! I was a little anxious, thinking about going on stage to say a few paragraphs, never thinking that my body is not forgiving. Halfway through the talk, I couldn't continue Yes! The few listeners who killed me gave this old man a bad review, alas!"

Qiao Xiang explained, but the sadness in her heart was hard to express.

Over the years, seeing this industry getting worse and worse, with no successors to the national elite, he felt very sad.

I have insisted on things my whole life, and I want to inherit the ambitions of my ancestors and pass on the fragrance to future generations. Who would have thought that such a situation and predicament would arise.

The apprentices who come to sing opera now need to do other jobs to make ends meet.

In the backyard of the tea house, the disciples who practiced basic skills all over the courtyard have long since disappeared.

"They're all prostitutes, you don't have to worry! I'll take you back right away!"

When Qiao Sheng heard this, he could only comfort him.

Times are different!
Said, to take the old man home.

Unexpectedly, just as the old man nodded, his eyes were smeared and he fainted!
Qiao Sheng's complexion changed drastically:

"dad!"

　The second update is here, and there will be another update later.

　　Might be late!
　　Although belated.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)