The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 329 Farewell My Concubine
Sunday coincides with the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

It was still the familiar bus, but now the familiar driver was missing.

On the seat, Li Feng, who was wearing thin clothes, was dozing off with his eyes squinted. His body sometimes leaned back and sometimes leaned forward as the vehicle moved forward and braked.

Comrade Xiao Huang, who was sitting by the window, had a red face at this time, his head was facing the direction of the car window, biting his lower lip slightly, and moving his left hand from time to time, maybe trying to escape from someone's clutches.

If you squat down a little, you can see that a little under the seat, Li Feng, who is squinting on the surface, holds Huang Yaqin's weak and boneless left hand firmly in his right hand, twirling her fingers from time to time. Draw circles on your palms.

The shy Xiao Huang may be afraid of attracting the attention of the passengers around him, so he didn't dare to move too much. After trying twice, but still unable to break free, he quietly put his right hand in front of his belly, and quickly made a clanging sound. He pinched the soft part of the waist of the person who was causing trouble.

"Hi~huhu~!"

Li Feng, whose weak point was hurt, immediately lost all sleep. His eyes widened and he grinned, and the hot breath from his mouth sprayed on the side of Xiao Huang's face, which was close at hand.

"Red Star Commune, get off the car!"

The ticket inspector sitting at the door did not notice the small movements of the two young people behind him. As the car slowly stopped, he pulled the cloth strip tied to the lock, folded the door, and opened it with a sound.

After glaring at Xiao Huang, Li Feng stood up impatiently. As a result, he hit the roof of the car and made a "bang" sound. Xiao Huang, who was red to the base of his ears just now, immediately covered his mouth and burst into laughter. "Voice.

"You are really capable of murdering your own husband!"

Li Feng, who covered his head and got off the bus, said in a low voice through gritted teeth as he watched the people in front of the stop sign get on the bus.

Xiao Huang, who was behind him, heard Li Feng's words and quickly took a small step back. After opening a small distance, he looked at him warily to avoid retaliation.

"Bah, you, what are you talking about? You are not my husband."

After rolling his eyes and watching the bus go away, Xiao Huang puffed up his chest and walked past Li Feng without looking sideways. He accidentally stepped on him.

"You wait for me, but Tiangang will come back...!"

In this way, the two of them walked and joked all the way until they arrived at the square in front of the Red Star Commune. Perhaps because they still retained the habit of going to the market, there was a crowd of people on the road at this time.

"Li Feng, Li Feng, look over there!"

Far away, I heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the old stage in front of the commune. The shouts and applause below also drowned out the busy pedestrians.

As the number of people on the street increased, Xiao Huang jumped a few times anxiously. When he saw a group of people gathered over there, it looked very lively. He immediately pulled Li Feng's arm and pointed over there.

"Let's go take a look~!"

Li Feng looked a little moved. After being here for so long, he occasionally heard some dramas from Section Chief Jiang's radio. Yes, that's right, Jiang Xianda was very fond of that radio treasure, as if he was his wife. Others can only covet personal belongings, and only Li Feng can occasionally go there and take a look.

In my memory, when I was a child, when there were weddings and funerals in my hometown, the performance troupe would be invited to come to the village to set up a stage and sing operas. The friends would carry small stools and join in the fun together. Even during meal time, it would be the parents who would carry them. The bowl and chopsticks came to look for someone.

"Sleep peacefully in the tent with your clothes on. I will go out of the tent and let go of my worries. Move gently~!"

After getting a little closer, Li Feng saw that on the old stage that he had seen a few months ago, a red scarf had been hung up. A "woman" in yellow was holding an orchid finger. On the stage, he bowed slightly and wrapped his fingers softly. "The singing is really authentic~ Which opera troupe came to perform here?"

The peripheral audience members were shaking their heads to the sound of gongs and gongs. They were so moved that some people couldn't help but give pertinent praise and inquire about the troupe.

"Hey, you don't know this, Guan Family Troupe, this is Cheng Dieyi, a famous actress!"

The old man on the side glanced sideways at the person who asked the question. Seeing that he was wearing patches, he guessed that he had not been to the city a few times. His tone softened a little and he explained patiently.

"Before the People's Liberation, I was an actor. The troupe was on break later. I didn't expect to see you here today. This trip is not in vain!"

Li Feng looked at the fancier who was speaking, looking at the stage with excited eyes, like a star-chasing fan a few decades later, with those two toes even after being rested for a long time, they were not tired.

“There are so many people, it’s hard to get through!”

Huang Yaqin looked at the crowd at this time, his face wrinkled into a bitter melon face, shook Li Feng's arm, and said aggrievedly.

"If you can't pass, just stand here and watch. Cheng Dieyi, why does this name sound so familiar to me?"

Li Feng himself didn't know much about Peking Opera. After all, when he was a child, the theater troupes in Anhui Province were mostly Huangmei Opera. He could even hum a few classic excerpts from "The Female Consort".

"In order to save Li Lang from his home, who would have expected that he would be number one on the imperial list, and he would be wearing a red robe...!"

"The birds in the book are in pairs, the green water and green mountains are smiling...!"

In these two operas, Li Feng could really tell who sang well, but when it came to Peking opera, he felt a little timid.

"Hey, you are a little ignorant. Apart from Boss Mei, Cheng Dieyi is the only one in the capital who can sing like Yu Ji in "Farewell My Concubine"!"

"Farewell My Concubine??"

Li Feng scratched his chin and stretched his head forward. After being reminded like this, he remembered an old movie he had seen. He remembered that it was his brother who acted in it, but now he was far away. Yu Ji's face was covered with thick makeup. , Li Feng couldn't tell whether it was the one in the movie.

"Hey, the stage is starting to be set up here, and it's really lively today!"

Behind Li Feng, there was a shouting sound. The two of them turned around and saw that not far behind them, another small stage had been set up. A group of young people in yellow and green military uniforms were moving up artificial trees and other props. .

"Beijing Youth Peking Opera Troupe, "Lin Hai Xue Yuan"!"

As the red silk was pulled apart, the performance team and the name of the repertoire appeared, and the two sides actually played against each other face to face with gongs and drums.

Xiao Huang was happy now. There were not as many people behind him as there were in front. He immediately grabbed Li Feng's arm and ran towards the stage behind him without any hesitation.

The erhu music played in the background, suddenly attracting a lot of people who had been watching Farewell My Concubine just now. Maybe it was because the new troupe was holding their breath, but the erhu sound was impassioned and resounded throughout the surrounding area.

(End of this chapter)