I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Thank you, Uncle Cheng...Thank you..."

I don't know if it's to thank a few old movie fans for helping to pack things, or something else,

The middle-aged man thanked him, stood up again, and looked at the lobby,

The place where the costumes are put, the place where the stage is played,

There is a stage with a simple layout, and there are stools in front of the stage, where the audience can sit.

After a while of silence, the middle-aged man turned around,

With his head lowered and a little silent, he moved his feet towards the back room and walked step by step.

Next to her, the girl in a female role raised her head, looked at the middle-aged man walking towards the back room, and then at the old theater fans standing there. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't. what sound can you make,

"...Xiaoyi, go and take off your makeup too, we can clean up here."

The old man who spoke to him earlier turned around and said to the girl.

The girl looked at the middle-aged man who was walking silently in the back room, hesitated, nodded, turned around and chased after her father.

Watching the middle-aged man and girl walk into the back room.

Or wearing costumes, or carrying musical instruments, or some old fans who were sitting under the stage before, fell silent one after another,

Either still standing, or crouching, slowly sat down, sitting on a stool, looking at the quiet, seemingly empty lobby,

The fundus of the eyes was a little dazed, and the cloudy fundus of the eyes reflected some tears under the lamplight.

"...Is this the last show?"

An old man opened his mouth and murmured, as if asking himself or the people around him,

In the lobby, it became even more quiet.

……

Looking at the old men and old theater fans who were silent, Lian Ge paused his gaze,

Turning his gaze, he looked at the old man in costume standing next to him,

The old man bent his waist, stood, raised his head, looked at the old theater fans, looked at the back room,

Turning some muddy eyes again, silently, looking at the theater, looking at the stage, on the stage.

"... Hey, I've listened to the old Xu family's drama for a lifetime... It's really... you talk about other things, how can the old Xu's sing like this..."

The sitting old man in costume looked at the lobby, with tears in his eyes, smiled, opened his mouth and said,

"...In the past, when I came here with my wife, I just sat here..."

"... Hey... When the little class leader was still young, he wandered around here in this hall, holding a stick, and gesticulating next to him..."

"...When I was a teenager, I wanted to listen to the opera, so I dragged my dad here... My dad taught me a lesson, but he still brought me here..."

Each said something, and each fell silent again,

Or wearing costumes, or carrying musical instruments, or some old theater fans who were sitting under the stage before, looked at the lobby, stood up one after another, and then moved their feet,

"...This is the last scene..."

An old man repeated what he said before, looked into the hall, moved his feet,

Some other old men, old movie buffs, were silent, and started to help pack up things in the lobby,

He took off his costume and make-up, and put the musical instruments aside,

Move the stool and tidy up the stage.

After tidying up everything, old movie fans stopped their movements one after another, looked into the lobby again,

"...Little troupe leader, we cleaned up the stage as before, and put the costumes in the original place..."

"...Little class leader, let's... just go back first..."

Cleaned up some old theater fans in the lobby, stood by the side of the lobby, fell silent for a while, and then yelled loudly at the middle-aged man who hadn't come out of the back room.

In the back room, it was quiet again for a while before the middle-aged man's voice sounded,

"……it is good."

Listening to some voices from the back room, old theater fans stood up again, looking into the theater,

Then they each exited, walked out of the theater lobby, and closed the theater door.

Standing outside the theater door again, one after another old theater fans moved their feet away one after another.

"... Hey... Others, how could the old Xu's sing like this..."

The figures of old theater fans gradually faded away, and the voices of their voices gradually faded away.

Chapter 844

"...huh...huh..."

The door was closed again, and the old theater fans who walked away seemed unaware of Lian Ge who was still standing in the theater lobby.

Glancing at the old theater fans walking away from the door, and turning his gaze away, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

Next to him, the old man in a costume, hunched over and standing, raised his head and seemed to be looking at the direction where old theater fans walked away from the door, silently,

Turning my head again, I looked at everything in the hall, the stage that was cleaned up, one by one, the stools for the audience to sit on, the costumes next to the costumes, and some beside the costumes , Singing with a knife and stick.

Looking at it, the old man's eyes became more and more dazed, and there were some tears in his cloudy eyes.

A gust of chilly wind blows into the room through the open windows at the side of the lobby, shaking the window frame slightly, and the lobby becomes more and more quiet.

All that was left was the rustling and talking in the back room from time to time.

……

"...I'll put these thick clothes in your suitcase for you. When you get to the place, you can take them out and hang them up..."

"...During the Chinese New Year, there was still some bacon left to dry in the house. I'll get you a bag to put it in tomorrow morning...don't forget when you leave..."

In the back room, the middle-aged man seemed to help his daughter pack things, and said in a loud voice,

"……dad……"

In the back room, the girl's voice sounded again, but she just called out, and fell silent again.

"……What's wrong?"

"...It's okay...Dad...You can also save some bacon and sausages. I'm at school, so I can cook some at night..."

"...It's okay...I can't eat much in the house alone, and I don't like these...I just keep a piece."

"dad……"

"Ok?"

"... Otherwise, I'll stay another day..."

The girl's voice sounded, followed closely, and then the back room became quiet again.

"...It's okay, no need."

It seemed to be silent again for a while, and the middle-aged man's voice sounded again,

"...you go to wash up first, and go to rest after washing up, you have to catch the train tomorrow, so go to bed early..."

"……it is good……"

In the back room, it gradually became quiet again.

After the sound of the girl's footsteps faded away, it seemed to pause again for a while,

In the back room, the rustling sound of some middle-aged men packing things could be heard again.

……

in the lobby.

Bent down, the old man raised his head and looked into the hall, and then looked into the back room covered with cloth curtains,

Standing again, the old man looked into the hall and on the stage again,

His eyes became more and more dazed, and he couldn't help moving his feet, took two steps towards the stage, and then stopped again.

Looking at the stage again, he paused in place, then the old man turned around and looked at Lian Ge,

"...My whole life... seems to have been spent on this stage, but at the end of the day, I still want to go up to the stage to sing a play..."

"...I really can't let go of this in my heart."

Looking at Lian Ge, the old man said again,

"...I don't know, young man, can you be an audience member and let me sing another play."

Hearing the sound, turning his gaze again,

Looking at the old man in costume standing in front of the stage, Lian Ge paused his gaze, with a smile on his face,

"Since the old man is willing to sing, I am naturally willing to listen."

Laughing, Lian Ge said aloud,

"...Sit down, young man, I'll be on stage...to sing this play."

There was a smile on the old man's face, as he spoke, he turned around slowly and looked up the stage.

His eyes became more and more dazed, the old man looked at the stage, as if recalling,

Then he moved his feet away and walked towards the stage step by step.

……

Looking at the old man in a costume, hunched over and walking towards the stage,

Lian Ge didn't say anything more, sat down in front of the stage, in the seat reserved for the audience, and looked at the old man who was approaching the stage.

The old man moved his feet and walked to the side of the stage step by step.

Looking at the stage, the layout and the cloth on the stage,

The old man's eyes were in a daze, he paused again, moved his feet, and walked along the steps beside the stage, step by step, looking at the stage, looking at the stage,

Stepping onto the stage, the painted facial makeup appeared on the face of the old man,

The trance in the eyes dissipated, and then burst out some expressions of playing a character,

"...My lord, don't worry, wait until dawn, and then make sense..."

The voice of reciting white sounded.

It was still Changbanpo, and the old man was playing Zhao Yun.

It's just the old man singing and reciting white, and the rustling sound from the back room added some special flavor.

Sitting under the stage, looking at the old man singing the last play on the stage, Lian Ge listened quietly to the singing.

There is no accompanying music, only the old man's singing echoes on the stage,

"...I also said big things in Hanyang Courtyard, and I wanted to protect him and his family..."

The opera sung on the stage seems to be the same as before.

It's just because the people sitting and watching the opera under the stage are different from the people singing on the stage, and they are somewhat different.

There is an extra gun for singing in his hand, and the old man is playing with the gun in his hand, as if he is stepping on the music, moving a step, then turning around,

Looking at the audience, his eyes were a little dazed at first, and then more radiance burst out from his eyes,

"...I advise my lord not to be afraid, why are Cao soldiers in front of me..."

Scenes seemed to appear and pass before the eyes of the old man,

The play that the old man sang seemed to be gradually different.

When my father was still on the stage, he hid behind the stage, waving his stick wildly and singing Changbanpo,

"... throw off the lord and get on the horse, and lay down your life for the savior to kill the thief."

When it first appeared on the stage, after the rain, the sun just emerged from the clouds,