Strange events in the imperial capital

The theater building here is a fake antique modeled after the auspicious theater in Dongfeng Market, and the decoration is quite luxurious.It's just that there are no yellow fir pillars and red sandalwood tables and chairs inside, and there are a lot of masonry cement and nondescript modern glass.An era has its own style and style, and if it is destroyed, it will never be restored. The original pure land of people's hearts has changed.

Chu Han still dressed decently, had exquisite eyebrows, and had no messy hairstyle as usual when he went out or went to work, and the back of his coat shook behind him as he walked.Shen Chenghe sometimes complains about him, he doesn't look like a living person, and lacks the fireworks of the world.

Downstairs of the big theater in the theater garden, in the side corner of the auditorium, Chu Han saw Fang San'er.

Fang San'er leaned in a chair, put one foot up on the armrest, stroking the teacup on the table with his fingers, chatting with the two old guys occasionally, feeling relaxed and unrestrained.Chu Han heard that this person seldom shows up, and when he comes out occasionally, it is the three points and one line of "baozi shop-theatre building-bathhouse". His life is almost isolated from the modern world, as if he is still wandering in the "human world" that came to him a hundred years ago. ".This person is also very nostalgic.

Fang San'er also caught a glimpse of Chu Han.

In that corner, Little Chitose's brows brightened obviously, she might be a little surprised, and stared at Chu Han walking over without blinking.

Today's Fang Chitose is very interesting. He is wearing a big samurai costume, light pink costume underwear, and thick-soled boots.After listening to their conversation, Chu Han knew that there was an old guy next to him who was the current foreman manager of the theater, and he had been working here for more than 30 years.Looking at the situation, Chu Han reckoned that the surname Fang has been here to hang out and listen to operas intermittently for more than 30 years. Now it is simply a VIP-level ticket in the theater. Come in!The manager personally greeted Mr. Fang, and he seemed very familiar, so he even put on a costume for this man to enjoy himself.

In the past 20 years since Chu Han knew about the personnel, this Chinese quintessence of China has also been able to return to its glory and become popular again by taking advantage of the trend of the above calling for the promotion of traditional culture.Many primary and secondary schools in the imperial capital suddenly transformed into "traditional Peking opera schools".The "Avenue of Stars" in the prime time of Chaotingtai has also been changed into a PK competition between various local operas and Peking opera.It is said that Tsinghua University and Peking University no longer recruit students with Olympiad or sports specialties. If they do not give extra points for other specialties, they will add [-] points for the college entrance examination for singing.

The evening performances of Jixiang Theater are particularly popular every day. The lobby, side rooms and private rooms on the second floor are all full, and tickets are hard to find.

Today's performance is a Peking Opera Hall of Fame.Chu Han sat beside Third Master Fang, watching the play silently.In fact, he is not very good at national quintessence, and out of respect, he is willing to sit down and appreciate it.On the contrary, Fang San'er was a little talkative, looking at Chu Han from time to time, and telling him about the plays one by one.First, there was a traditional aria "Zuo Gong" by Zhang Pai Da Qingyi who was very particular about singing, and then Yan Pai's descendants came on stage and sang a long section of "Missing Empty Slash".

The old man's aria in "Missing the Sky" is like a foot wrap, and Chu Han didn't get too into the drama.All the while he had other things on his mind.Third Master Fang was probably afraid that he would be bored, so he hooked his hands at this moment, like a child cheating on the spot, showing a secret smile: Come with me.

Fang San'er walked around the auditorium, quietly walked through the side door, and led Chu Han directly into the backstage of the theater.The entire play troupe, a group of handsome men and beauties, are all putting on makeup, dressing, hanging their voices, and posing in the background!

That night, Mr. Fang and Mr. Chu sat on a huanghuali wood chair, occupying a dressing table in the dressing room, where they played with oil paint and put on make-up.

The master in the theatrical building used to hook the face of Mr. Fang, so this man is very skilled at hands-on. Opening the makeup box, there are several commonly used oil paints in red, yellow, blue, green, white and black lined up on the table.

Chu Han watched as Fang San'er first applied a layer of oil on his face, then took out two brushes, one thick and one thin, and licked them.

Chu Han asked: "Are you painting for yourself?"

Fang San'er looked very proud: "They all draw by themselves."

Little Chitose is wearing the long-length costume of Sun Ce with the colorful face in the traditional drama "Phoenix Two Qiao", with a gorgeous neckline and front front.The man made such a face.The little overlord Sun Ce was the overlord of Jiangdong at that time. He was young and energetic, and he led elite soldiers and generals.

Chu Han stared intently, then suddenly snatched the brush from the other party's hand: "...I'll help you draw."

Fang San'er said disdainfully, "You know this."

Chu Han asked back: "No, I can't learn it yet? Do you want to draw a lion's face, a leopard's face, or a horse's face? Show me a drawing."

Fang San'er showed him a page of atlas on the table.Chu Han looked at the face of Sun Ce, and really only took a few glances before turning over the map, with a confident and calm smile on his face: "Bring your face here, and I will draw it for you."

The two sat opposite each other.

Little Chitose sat cross-legged on the grand teacher's chair, lazily sitting, with her face upturned under the lamp.

Chu Han took the blue, yellow and black oil paint, leaned close to the other party, and traced it carefully with a brush.The two were so close that they could smell each other's breath, and could even feel each other's scent.If it was another person, he would definitely not like the faint smell of salty sea water on someone's body, but Chu Han is actually used to the smell now.Finding this taste, I feel at ease, at least the person in front of me is the real little Chitose, and it must not be a fake from somewhere.This is really not a good fake.

He first draws the forehead, then outlines the eyebrows, eye sockets, nose bridge, and finally the mouth.I spent a lot of thought when hooking the eyes. Xiaofang's eyes are slender, lined with blue oil paint, and the pupils are black and shiny.

He finished the painting in a short time, and his hands were very fast. After painting the whole face, he drew a gold line on the upper eyelid and applied a layer of gold powder.Even the master craftsman next to him praised, "Hey, this young master is really skilled! Such a complicated pattern, you can remember it after only a few glances at the atlas! Did you often slap someone's face before? This painting It's quite beautiful!"

Chu Han smiled: "No, it's the first time I draw this."

After hearing this, the Third Master Fang had a bright smile on his oil-painted face, from the depths of his brows, and his face was glowing.This man was wearing a costume, with his back tied up and his legs leaning on all sides, and he wore thick-soled boots. He casually came up with the "three leg lifts" that Wu Sheng used to show off on purpose, just to show off in front of Mr. Chu, like a child who loves to show off of.Pop, pop, those few appearances were very handsome, and the people waiting around shouted and applauded.In fact, this person doesn't know how to sing, read, or fight, but he is born with a face suitable for makeup, a good figure, and a straight back.

Chu Han watched quietly from the sidelines, but didn't think there was anything worth embarrassing about.It is estimated that Mr. Fang does not know, but he is actually very good at painting.

Chu Han studied at Tsinghua University's Department of Architecture, and his major is architectural design. Now he has partnered with several colleagues to set up an architectural design firm.This is what he earns a living after leaving home to support himself, and he doesn't use his father's pension money.The university coursework is relatively easy. He has taken many mathematics courses, and when he was bored, he went to the Oil Painting Department of Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts to complete an associate degree.As long as you show him a real object or a pattern, it's really easy to draw a sketch with color.

Because Chu Han had something on his mind, he kept drinking tea.The pot of tea in front of him has been refilled many times, and he ran to the bathroom several times, but he still didn't pour out what was in his heart.As soon as he saw Xiao Qiantose's eyes with a playful smile, his mind went astray again, and those slender eyes with rhyming feet seemed to have some kind of magic.When I first met the other person, why I couldn't help but go to "Shuangyue Hall" to find this person? Some things seemed to be hard to stop thinking about.

The grandpa Chitose obviously didn't want to finish it, so he forced him to sit down, and made sure to make a face for him too.

The foreman came over to take a look, and said loudly: "Hey! This young man has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and is handsome, and a painted face would be ruined! Who will paint a 'handsome costume'!"

Chu Han hurriedly blocked his face and said "I won't come if I don't come", but he was not used to being touched by others.Fang San'er hadn't played enough, she held him down and insisted on coming, and almost rode on him to greet her, finally revealing her active nature of jumping up and down!The man wiped the flesh-colored oil paint with his palm, and rubbed it directly on Chu Han's face, giving him a "powder face" of Xiaosheng.Chu Han was riding below and tried to resist, so he angrily asked who it was that you wiped out for me!The third master Fang said that it was the second character in the play, Mr. Zhou Yu and Mr. Zhou who was next to Xiaobawang.

Among Unofficial Tales of History, Zhou Yu is a handsome man.

Chu Han's face was painted with oil paint, which really matched Mr. Zhou's glamorous name; sword eyebrows and bright eyes, the corners of the eyes slanted into the temples, pink eye shadow, white high nose bridge, quite handsome.

Both Ce Yu and them were wearing makeup, and they were sitting in the shadow on the side of the stage. Next to Xiao Ba Wang, there was a pretty Zhou Yu, drinking tea and listening to the play together.

Chu Han put down the tea bowl and stared ahead, endured for a long time, then suddenly said, "Fang San'er, I'm here today to ask you something."

Young Master Fang didn't know why, so he crossed his legs and looked at him.

Chu Han said slowly: "You 'went to the ground' again last night, why didn't you tell me not to go together?"

Fang San'er said indifferently: "...what's the matter."

Chu Han's tone was very polite: "I'm sorry to ask you like this... I just really want to know why, and I don't like people always deliberately hiding things from me."

Third Master Fang's happy expression disappeared without a trace in an instant: "What did I hide from you?"

Chu Han suddenly turned to look at this person, and Third Master Fang also raised his eyes and stared at him without any fear.The big gong on the stage started to beat, and the big wusheng who had been inserted into the long back slapped his legs and turned out of the backcourt. The colors on the stage were dazzling, and the secret conversation in the aisle below the stage was completely suppressed. Only The two of them could hear each other.

"Sun Ce" and "Zhou Yu" had a blue face and a white face, neither blinking nor giving in to each other.Through the mask of theatrical makeup, Chu Han looked directly at the other party's eyes under a layer of oil paint mask: "I went down with Chenghe the other day and met you. I knew what was going on in my heart, and I just wanted to wait for you to tell me .”

At that time, Fang San'er's eyes suddenly burst into deep disappointment, his lips moved slightly, and his expression clearly said: "Young Master Chu, you came to see me today because you were not happy, but to trouble me?"

Even with a thick layer of oil paint, you can see a layer of dark red bloodshot suddenly appearing under the gold-painted eye sockets of this man, and he seems to have been deeply wronged, and he stubbornly turned his face away.

But once Chu Han asked questions, he couldn't hold back anymore, and went straight to the point, without stumbling: "Little Chitose, I waited for you for a long time that day and you didn't come, and then I ran into you in the tunnel. We met on a narrow road, and you said you were following all the way. Come in, in fact, you have already sneaked in beforehand to do other things. You have been watching us wandering around in the underground palace. My ears and eyes can't be mistaken, you didn't follow us, we followed you by accident , This is one of them. Second, the entrance opened by the archaeological team we walked, and you are not, there is no trace of you entering the entrance, how did you enter?!"

Fang San'er was expressionless, just looking at Chu Han and talking.

Chu Han's voice was slightly hoarse: "You took the water route, right... You entered from the bottom of the big lake in Prince Gong's mansion. You always walked quietly by water."

"But you told me that you followed in through the small entrance door. Don't ask me how to tell..." Chu Han pointed at his eyelids: "Everyone walks through the same door, a certain distance, and leaves a unique No matter how powerful you are, you are no exception. Even if you only sprinkle a few flakes of the tiniest dust on the threshold, I can still find that you have been here."

"The third point, you are still careless. You didn't expect that I could hear you. Little Chitose, everyone's footsteps also have unique characteristics. When I chased up in the dark, I knew it must be you, otherwise I didn't have the guts to chase after you... What's more interesting is that you got lost. You are not as familiar with how to get around so many confusing traps in the underground palace. You have entered a dead end, otherwise you would have run away without a trace. I won't be caught alive on the spot, right?"

"The most important point, Xiao Qiantui, why did you move those things in the hall of the underground palace?" Chu Han said every word, knowing that today might be the last time he will speak to the person in front of him, "I noticed that you moved too accidentally Yes. I can see how many things you touched in total, do you want to hear me count them one by one?"

To be honest, in Mr. Chu's state of occasional illnesses that border on abnormal daze, the only one who can hold back his face and not run away on the spot is probably only Mr. Fang Sanye.

Even though he was about to be forced to a dead end, Fang Qiansui was sitting on a grand master's chair with a sword and a golden horse, without any fear, but it could be seen from the corners of his mouth that he was grinding tightly, this person probably wanted to come up and bite Chu Han hard, bite hard.

Chu Han leaned closer to the other person's face, wanting to smell the fishy sea water moisture again, and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to find in the middle? What exactly do you have that you can't let others know?

"Why every time you've been there, there will be more remains or those things inexplicably in the underground palace? Captain Liu just informed me this morning that there was another one last night, and it was like this last time you went... What did you do? Tell me?"