Chapter 3402 3404【Good Brothers】

 After memorizing the training instructions, the early morning exercise officially begins.

Hold your voice, kick your legs, and pull your arms. Do not miss any of the tasks you should do.

The so-called practice of practicing three nines in winter, practicing three volts in summer, one minute on stage, and ten years off stage, these are the rules of the opera house.

Xiang Nan doesn't care about this. With his martial arts and strength, lifting his throat, kicking his legs, and pulling his arms are not even considered warm-ups. They are easy to do, light and skillful.

 But today is Xiaodouzi’s first time practicing Qigong, and he must do stretching. This is a big problem.

It is necessary to tie the person's hands to the hooks, force the legs apart, and then press them with bluestone bricks to stretch the tendons. You can imagine the pain.

 It was Xiaodouzi’s first time to do Lajin. Naturally, he cried out for his father in pain. Big beads of sweat mixed with tears rolled down his face. He almost cried like a watery man.

 “Don’t yell, don’t call, I don’t like to hear it.” The teacher scolded.

"If you want to be distinguished in front of others, you will have to suffer behind the scenes. Today I am just breaking the topic, the article is still to come." Master Shen said to Xiaodouzi, who was grinning in pain and crying with tears streaming down his face.

 It’s not that he is cruel, but that to learn this profession, this sin must be endured, so that a strict teacher can produce a good disciple.

Master Guan loudly encouraged the disciples who were practicing, "He is a human, so he has to listen to the opera. If he doesn't listen to the opera, he is not a human. What kind of pig or dog? If he doesn't listen to the opera, then he can be a human being." What? That’s a beast! So, if there’s a show, we’ll go to the opera house..."

All the disciples responded in unison.

 Only Xiang Nan knew that the prosperity of Beijing Opera could not last for a few more years.

First, with the promotion of the New Culture Movement, old cultures such as Peking Opera, which promote "loyal ministers and filial sons", "Three Guidelines and Five Constant Rules", "talented scholars and beautiful ladies" and other outdated and feudal ideas, have gradually fallen into disrepute and are becoming less and less popular with the new generation. Loved by young people.

 Secondly, with the advancement of science and technology, entertainment forms are becoming more and more abundant. For example, movies are now very developed. Compared with Beijing opera, movies have tighter plots, more twists and turns, and more realistic scenes, attracting more and more young audiences.

 Let alone what happened to the mainland after the founding of the People's Republic of China, even Xiangjiang was like this.

Yu Zhanyuan, the master of Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung, established an opera troupe in Xiangjiang to teach children to sing opera, and he could still earn some income. By the end of the 1960s, theater troupes had to close down because there was really no audience.

 And not only Beijing opera, but also Cantonese opera in Xiangjiang suffered from the same situation.

 Law Jiaying was born in a Cantonese opera family. He learned the art at the age of six, started teaching at the age of 21, and became popular at the age of 27. He has been singing operas all his life and has no money to buy a house. But I made a few movies with Stephen Chow and bought two floors in two years.

So learning opera now seems to be a way out, but in fact it is the same as learning to build a BP machine in the mid-1990s. It seems to have a bright future, but in fact it only takes a few years to enjoy the benefits.

 …

Xiang Nan was thinking as he kicked his legs. When he passed by Xiaodouzi, he pretended not to care and kicked a brick away for him.

Although it couldn't completely save him from the pain, it at least allowed him to relax a little, "Little Douzi, hold on!"

“Xiaodouzi, it’s no big deal, I’ve already used up a stick of incense.” The little leper who was practicing holding the big top also said.

"Little Shitou, who are you cutting corners for?" Master Guan's sharp eyes spotted Xiang Nan's little moves and immediately scolded him.

“Master, when I was practicing my legs, I looked up to the sky and didn’t pay attention to the soles of my feet.” Xiang Nan said quickly.

 “Stop talking nonsense, take the guy!” Master Guan scolded.

 “Alas.” Xiang Nan immediately ran over, handed the waist knife used to enforce family law into the hands of Master Guan, and then took the initiative to lie down on the wooden bench.

Master Guan took the knife from his waist and slapped Xiang Nan on the buttocks ten times without mercy, each one with full strength.

Xiang Nan actually didn’t feel any pain at all, but he still screamed loudly, as if the pain was deep in his bones.

Xiaodouzi couldn't help but froze when he saw this scene, and felt infinite gratitude to Xiang Nan.

After receiving ten lashes, Xiang Nan smiled at Xiaodouzi, turned over and jumped down from the wooden stool. "You've finished your job, and you're still here." Master Guan scolded him again.

"Yes, those who form factions in the class will be punished!" Xiang Nan responded loudly, then took the shackles and copper basin from the hands of the master, held the shackles in his hand, put the basin on the shackles, and knelt in the courtyard.

Master Guan picked up a copper pot of water and came closer. While pouring water into the basin, he said loudly, "Since the beginning of the opera singing industry, it has not been as prosperous as our Peking Opera in any dynasty. You guys have caught up." ”

 “Master’s lesson is right.” The disciples responded in unison.

Xiaodouzi was stunned when he saw that Xiang Nan was not only beaten but also kneeling in the cold courtyard, holding up the shackles and a copper basin filled with water.

 …

Xiang Nan has been kneeling in the courtyard since he got up early.

The north wind howled, heavy snow filled the sky, and the water in the copper basin turned to ice. It was so cold that it was unbearable to stay in the house, not to mention that Xiang Nan had to kneel in the courtyard, which was simply miserable.

 But if Master Guan doesn't wake up, Xiang Nan can't get up.

 Fortunately, he had time to spare, so these sufferings were not too difficult for him.

However, it also strengthened his determination to leave the theater troupe.

And Xiaodouzi looked at Xiang Nan, feeling guilty and grateful at the same time for having suffered so much because he helped him kick away a brick.

It was not until night, when the watchman knocked three times outside, that Xiang Nan finally put down the shackles and copper basin, dusted off the wind and snow on his body, and returned to the house.

As soon as he returned to the house and stood still, Xiaodouzi hugged Xiang Nan with the quilt.

"I'm fine." Xiang Nan looked at him and said with a smile, "I have practiced the Nine Yang Magic Skill, so what does this wind and snow mean?"

Xiaodouzi took off his cotton-padded jacket that was soaked by the wind and snow, then took off his own shirt and hugged him, hoping to use his fragile body to keep Xiang Nan warm.

Seeing this, Xiang Nan touched his head and said, "Don't worry, senior brother is fine. Look, I'm still feeling hot. Go to sleep."

Xiaodouzi nodded and got into bed with Xiang Nan.

 …

 Since then, the relationship between the two has gotten better and better.

 Practice together during the day and sleep under the same quilt at night, as if we were alone.

More than half a month later, Xiang Nan felt that the relationship was almost over, so he quietly said to Xiaodouzi, "Xiaodouzi, senior brother wants to ask you, do you want to leave here?"

Xiaodouzi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I think about it, even in my dreams."

Ever since joining the theater troupe, I have been practicing martial arts every day, and being beaten, scolded, hungry and cold has become a common occurrence. He's not a masochist, so there's no way he wouldn't want to leave.

“Wait for my letter that night.” Xiang Nan said quietly.

 “Senior brother, you want to leave?” Xiaodouzi said in surprise.

"Yeah." Xiang Nan nodded, "Are you willing to come with me?"

Xiaodouzi nodded immediately. In this troupe, he believed in the senior brother the most and was willing to die for him.

"That's it." Xiang Nan touched his head and said.

 (End of this chapter)