On both sides of the road that is too crowded for two rickshaws to run across, it is a restaurant, a tea house, a hotel, a bathhouse, one can't be missing.

　　 provides a variety of essential entertaining and entertaining activities for the low-income people in this southern city.

　　 Among these hustle and bustle of people, Gu Zheng, who was running forward while watching the excitement, was suddenly bought and sold by one of them, which attracted all his mind.

It's really on the street where you can pick up two pairs of trampled shoes when you just walk around. The front door of the facade room is sparsely crowded. I can't wait for people passing by to go around twice. Pass nearby.

　　 Whoops?

　　 Is there anyone who can't open a business like this?

　　 On this street, even if you open a coffin shop, it doesn’t necessarily make business worse?

　　 Let me see, what is this open?

　　 Gu Zheng, who was watching while running, saw the huge sign hanging on the front of the house, "Dongli Tea Garden", oh, it was an open teahouse.

　　 This is weird. On the street where the low-spending crowd gathers, logically speaking, the business of this tea garden shouldn’t be bad?

　　 How come the people passing by here are like avoiding the plague, every time they pass by their tea garden, they can’t wait to run?

　　 Before Gu Zheng's strangeness was over, his own car was also pulled to the door of the tea garden. When he got to the vicinity of this tea house, he instantly understood how the weird state here was caused.

The tea garden is different from the high-door and big-faced teahouses and tea houses that the nobles like to go to. A simple paddock with a stage in the middle, a few long tables and a few matching benches, can be opened. Sale.

Most of the guests who come to the tea garden are looking for a place to relax after a tiring day of work, screaming a few good neighbors in the neighborhood, three or five people calling for a pot of tea, two or three plates of snacks. , People who come to slap and chat, kill time.

　　 And in the tea garden, the big drama babbling and singing on the stage has become the background board for their small talk.

　　 The time between eating and drinking, I heard a few words, and I had a good taste.

　　 Although the troupe who sings in this tea garden is not too high in standard, there is no such ‘outstanding’ like the one in Dongli Tea Garden.

　　 Nowadays, the earth-shattering, weeping and magical sound coming from the gate made Gu Zheng who passed by here almost no one fell on the door of their house.

　　 What are you singing about?

　　 Bai was blinded by such an elegant name as Dongli.

　　 At the door, Zhang Luo was in charge of visiting the customers. After seeing the unbelievable expression on Gu Zheng's face, he couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "Guest, don't you drink tea?"

　　 He was embarrassed to ask the second sentence, but he could only explain it with a very lack of confidence: "The owner of our garden is a super fanatical fancier."

　　 "We invited three theater troupes to and fro in our garden. He was not satisfied. He drove them away. He had to go into battle personally, saying that he wanted to increase the popularity of the garden."

　　 "After a while he gets tired from singing, and then he rests. After all, the tea in our garden is still good..."

　　Who rarely drinks your tea? It's dark when I look at the sky. The lonely souls and ghosts have been recruited by your boss. Who dares to drink the tea here! !

　　 Gu Zheng at the gate of Chayuanzi, something worse than complaints is still waiting for him.

　　Because he listened to so few ears, he found that the boss sang even the most basic accent, and he had gone tens of thousands of miles.

Not only that..."Xiandiye...under Nanyang...under Nanyang.. Yujia Sanqi..." Even the singing skills are all stumbling, as if it takes a long time to remember the second sentence, so that the listener is called a catch urgent.

　　 This kind of thing is simply unforgivable for an original owner who has been singing, singing and playing in the troupe since he was a child.

　　 And a soaring desire for opera in the body, just like this emerged.

　　Original Lord, Original Lord, although you feel that you have not yet become a teacher, you can’t sing.

　　 But I think it’s better for individuals to sing better than the stuff there. You don’t need the cruel facts to make the tea garden owner wake up, so what about the other people who eat on this tea garden will be the ones who will suffer in the future.

　　 For example, the shopkeeper who is frowning...

　　 Save a life and win the seventh-level Pagoda, let me Gu Zheng to rescue you!

Gu Zheng, who has always been a giant in action, first pulled the rickshaw to the wall of the tea garden and pressed it firmly, then sorted out his wrinkled cloth gown, smoothed his throat, and drove it without hesitation. Uttered.

　　 The excerpts of "Empty City Planning", he did not listen to the theater group, and later transferred to the old student's group leader to sing for him.

　　 For people in their circle, as long as the voice is still there, they can live and sing as long as they are old.

　　Because of the existence of singing workers and old students, the older actors can still have a bite to eat.

　　 This kind of opera experience is more testable for one person, and requires the performer to be calm and calm, and to sing more calmly and steady ~lightnovelpub.net~ is not a layman who can sing well.

　　 It will take many years of training, and see if God will reward you with a good voice that can eat this meal.

　　 Although Gu Zheng is still immature at his age, he has passed the period of changing voice, and he happens to have a good voice bestowed by God.

　　 Waiting for this shabby rickshaw driver with his shameless appearance to open his mouth on the side of the humble wall, and even the grandmothers on the roadside who rushed to buy oil and go back to the pot, stopped their fast-breathing pace.

　　 "I am a casual person from Wollongong...

　　Ping yin and yang like a palm against the palm.

　　 With a stern look, he gently raised the palm of his hand, holding on to the three strands of long beard that didn't exist at all.

　　 The deep, deep, round voice, just like this, floated in the half of the street that was completely silent because of Gu Zheng's opening.

　　 Some passers-by who like theater shops, now in Gu Zheng’s singing, they closed their eyes in spite of it, shook their heads and admired them, forgetting what they had to do at all.

　　 There were even some fans who squeezed directly toward the root of the wall where Gu Zheng was located. With this little effort, a rather spectacular half-circle-shaped human wall was formed on the side wall of the Dongli Tea Garden.

Although everyone on the periphery, you are next to me, and I squeezed you, but they all kept quiet with a tacit understanding. In order not to disturb Gu Zheng's performance, they didn't even get close to him and just stood like this. A meter away from Gu Zheng, shaking his head and shaking his head, he heard mesmerized.

This graceful and mellow singing, drifting, passed through the barrier of the courtyard wall, and spread to the middle of the tea garden. Just as Gu Zheng’s second line was sung, the melody that seemed to be like a glass, finally came to a sudden. It stopped.