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Chapter 51 A File Without Flaws

"Damn it, the acquisition of the tea house is impossible!"

"This is not where we should be!"

"Let's go!"

The three dwarfs of Kou country looked at the fanaticism of those around them, and they could feel more and more hatred looking towards them.

Can't help but take a breath~
After all, they underestimated the cultural power of China!

A fear from the bottom of my heart arises spontaneously.

The three fled in despair.

As for the few Longguo people who were brought over behind them, they have long since run away without a trace.

As Mr. Qiao's opera sound in the teahouse slowly fell, everyone's eyes were shocked by the opera.

In the past, when this national quintessence culture was the hottest, even if people didn't eat for a day, it was a comfortable enjoyment to hear an opera.

Nowadays, after a long time, the status of Peking Opera in people's hearts has become more and more elegant, and they have alienated it.

The revival of Peking Opera culture may be unlikely, but it will never end here. It will be passed on from generation to generation. Just as Qiao Xiang said, as long as people have the backbone in their hearts, Peking Opera will always have stories to tell .

on stage,
Mr. Qiao's body finally couldn't hold on anymore.

As the last bit of effect of the Reversing Life Talisman dissipated, his body crashed down!

His body was lying on that platform.

One stage bears the persistence of his life, and even accomplishes the last chapter of his life.

The last glance was the excited crowd outside the teahouse theater. The light in their eyes was the hope for the quintessence of Chinese culture.

Out of the corner of my eye, the disciples in the audience were rushing forward, and in a blur, I seemed to see Mei Liangxin's figure running over from the crowd crying.

This scene is a bit familiar, just like the first year when the theater was rebuilt into a tea house by myself, when I first met him, he was crying like this, sitting at the gate of the theater.

Holding a box of his father's ashes in his arms, his tearful eyes were full of longing for Peking Opera.

He wiped the tears from his face with his dirty sleeve and said:

"My dad likes to listen to Peking Opera. I want to learn it and sing it for him!"

I still remember that there was a red star neatly placed on the funeral box.

Later, he became his first apprentice.

Just as the master used to be as strict with himself, so is he with him.

But for some reason, the hardships that the apprentices in the theater could have endured back then, in this baby's mouth, it turned out to be deliberately making things difficult for him.

1 minutes on stage, ten years off stage.

How much blood and tears of ancestors are accumulated in this?

Later, the dolls who were recruited as apprentices could not quarrel, scold, let alone beat them.

Gradually, after the decline of Peking Opera culture, it became even more so.

wind surge,

The leaves outside the tea house theater garden are falling.

Everything around began to become blurred, but everything in the past became exceptionally clear.

The figures of those people outside the theatre, like the teenagers who were about to go to the battlefield back then, they had hope after two eras in their eyes.

Vaguely, Qiao Xiang actually saw the figure of the master.

Wearing that blood-stained costume, he stepped in from the door step by step, that vigorous and unparalleled figure made Qiao Xiang's tears fall instantly.

murmured:

"Master, I'm here."

In the feeble voice, there was a touch of relief.

The death that erased everything had made him fear from the bottom of his heart, and he had fantasized about leaving the world countless times.

Witnessing the rise and fall of Peking Opera, but unable to change it.

After going down, how should I explain to Master?
but,
He didn't expect that the grand occasion of the past would be reproduced today, and the quintessence of Chinese culture would be accompanied by his last appearance on the stage today, planting seeds in the hearts of countless people!

In this life, I was fortunate to see the prosperous world of the Dragon Kingdom, the splendid mountains and rivers.

That's it,

No regrets!

One by one, the apprentices rushed to the stage like crazy, helped Qiao Xiang up, and ran towards the hospital.

All the people who were crowded along the street quickly made way for him, their eyes full of disbelief.

The old man who was standing here just now and told the Peking Opera culture, which made people feel extremely emotional, just fell down like this!
The wind seemed to blow into everyone's eye sockets, and the corners of the eyes were wet with tears~
Qingyang County Patrol Bureau.

Archives.

Director Tan frowned tightly, pacing back and forth in the file room.

Stacks of files were placed on the table. Colleagues were digging into everything about Mr. Nie. From the birth certificate to the files of his life, they were dug out. He is a very kind old man.

What kind of past did this old man who appeared in a mysterious team at the funeral have?

He glanced at the man in the peaked cap who was also standing in the file room. He had long flowing hair and was dressed in casual casual clothes. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

But his identity is not ordinary, he is from the Special Investigation Bureau, and even he has to cooperate with this young man's actions.

The colleague handed another file to Director Tan, but it was still unremarkable.

Director Tan took this file, walked up to the young man, and said solemnly:

"Mr. Nie's biographical files are all here, and there is no problem found! He is just an ordinary retired worker, and Director Nie is his adopted son."

"The scene does match the characteristics of those people's reports. There are all the traces that should be there, but there is no conclusive picture. Where is the omission?"

The young man took a look at the file and frowned.

Ask again:

"Where is Pingzhuang Cemetery?"

"The technicians in the bureau have already gone to investigate. They have investigated and compared the monitoring and traces of the cemetery. They have also investigated all the details. They can confirm that there are hundreds of men in black reported by everyone. But the strange thing, which is what you said earlier, they disappeared in an instant after leaving the cemetery! There is no surveillance footage, and there are no traces, it's like... evaporated from the world!"

Director Tan said hesitantly.

As the chief of the patrol bureau, he shouldn't have said such strange words.

But now all the investigation results seem so weird and impermanent.

Listening to Director Tan's words, the two fell into silence.

The man in the peaked cap thought carefully,

There is no way to prove all the doubts, and there is no useful clue left. The so-called old man and the hundred men in black just disappeared without a sound!
Now it seems that this is another mysterious event?
The flawless file cannot explain what happened above the funeral.

At this time,

The man's cell phone rang, and he quickly took it out.

Director Tan's eyes changed slightly. This kid is actually holding a flip phone?
This thing is an 'old antique'~
I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but the man frowned again and muttered:
"Run marks? Jinzhou City?"

PS:

Recommend a book by a little sister, the author Hanhan Xiaobaicai [Just got dumped, the school belle asked me to go to the hospital to sign].

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