"Damn it, the acquisition of the teahouse is impossible!"

"This is not where we should be!"

"Let's go!"

Kou Guo's three dwarfs looked at the enthusiasm of the people around them, they could feel more and more hatred looking towards them.

I can't help but take a breath~

After all, they underestimated the cultural power of Huaxia!

A fear came from the bottom of my heart.

The three escaped.

As for the people from the Dragon Kingdom that they had brought behind them, they had already disappeared without a trace at this moment.

With the sound of Mr. Qiao's opera in the teahouse slowly falling, everyone's eyes also showed the eyes that were shocked by the opera.

In the past, when this national quintessence culture was the most popular, even if people did not eat for a day, it was a comfortable enjoyment to hear a opera.

Now, after a long period of time, the status of Peking Opera in people's hearts has become more and more elegant, and people are alienated from it.

The revival of Peking Opera culture may not be possible, but it will never end here. It will be passed down 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 the stage,

Mr. Qiao's body finally couldn't hold it anymore.

As the last bit of the effect of the Reverse Life Talisman dissipated, his body collapsed!

His body was lying on the platform.

The stage of Yifang carried the persistence of his life, and even accomplished the last chapter of his life.

At the last glance, it was the excited crowd outside the teahouse theater. The light in their eyes was the hope for the quintessential culture of the country.

In the corner of the light, the apprentices under the stage were rushing forward, and it seemed that they saw 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 teahouse by himself. When he first met him, he was crying and sitting at the entrance of the theater.

He was holding a box of his father's ashes in his arms, and his tearful eyes were full of desire for Peking Opera.

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

"My dad likes to listen to Peking Opera, I want to learn, learn to sing to him!"

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

Later, he became his first apprentice.

Just as the master used to be strict with him, he treated him the same way.

But I don't know why, the hardships that the apprentices in the theater could endure, but in the mouth of this doll, it became a deliberately difficult thing for him.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage.

How many blood and tears are accumulated in this?

Later, the dolls who accepted the apprentices were not allowed to quarrel or scold, let alone beat them.

Gradually, after Peking Opera culture became lonely, it became even more so.

the wind blows,

The leaves outside the teahouse theater are falling.

Everything around him began to blur, but everything in the past became extraordinarily clear.

The figures of those people outside the theater were like the youths who were about to go to the battlefield back then, and in their eyes was hope after two eras.

In the vagueness, Qiao Xiang actually saw Master's figure.

He was wearing that blood-stained costume and stepped in from the door step by step. That vigorous and unparalleled figure instantly made Qiao Xiang's tears fall.

murmured:

"Master, I'm here..."

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

The death that erased everything once made him fear from the bottom of his heart, and he fantasized about the scene where he left the world countless times.

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

How will I explain it to Master after we go down?

but,

He didn't expect that the grand occasion of the past could be reproduced today, and the quintessence of culture would accompany him on his final stage today, and plant 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 the end of it,

No regrets!

......

The apprentices rushed to the stage like crazy, helped Qiao Xiang's body, and ran to the hospital.

Everyone who crowded the whole street quickly made way for him at this moment, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The old man who was still standing here just now, telling the culture of Peking Opera, fell down like this!

The wind seems to be blowing into everyone's eyes, and tears wet the corners of their eyes helplessly~

......

Qingyang County Patrol Bureau.

Archives.

Director Tan frowned tightly as he paced back and forth in the archives.

Stacks of files were placed on the table. Colleagues were burying their heads in inquiring about everything about Nie Lao. From the birth certificate to the files of this life, they were all turned over. A very kind old man.

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

He glanced at the man in a peaked cap who was also standing in the archives. The man had long flowing hair and a slouchy casual outfit, looking 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 life files are all here, and no problems were found! He is just an ordinary retired worker, and Director Nie is his adopted son."

"The scene does meet the characteristics of those who reported it. There are 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.

asked again:

"Where's the Pingzhuang Cemetery?"

"The technicians in the bureau have already gone to investigate, and the monitoring of the cemetery and the traces have been investigated and compared, and all the details have also been thoroughly investigated, and it can be confirmed that there are hundreds of people in black who have reported them. But the strange point, which is what you said earlier, they disappeared instantly after leaving the cemetery! There is no surveillance footage, and there is no trace of it, just like....the world has evaporated!"

Director Tan said hesitantly.

As the head of the Patrol Bureau, shouldn't he say such supernatural words~lightnovelpub.net~ But now all the investigation results seem so strange and unpredictable.

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 not a trace of useful clues left. The so-called old man and a hundred men in black just so grandly and quietly disappeared!

Now it seems that this is another mysterious incident?

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:

"Rune marks? JZ City?"

......

PS:

Recommend a book by Miss Sister, author Hanhan Xiaobaicai [Just got dumped, the school girl asked me to go to the hospital to sign].

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