DreamersGN Chapter 1724 This is not good
Chapter 1724 This is not good
The old man stroked the gradually growing gray beard, "This child is really spoiled.
There was a lot of voices in the distance, and the adults also followed.
The slightly wider street gave way for three people to walk side by side, followed by the roar of gongs and drums and firecrackers, and a dozen or so beautifully dressed people walked over on stilts.
Dressed in gorgeous costumes, every step of the way caused a burst of harmony.
For a time, the crowd was crowded and there was almost no place to stop. Fortunately, it was just passing by the tea stall and stopped.
Lin Fan came to Guocheng and had never seen such a lively scene, "What is this?"
"This is an opera house organized by the Qian family. Every year when the weather in Xiafu is approaching, it will sing for ten days and a half months. It is also the most anticipated thing by Guocheng people every year. My children..." After saying this, the old man suddenly stopped. A burst of sadness came, and the eyes were sore and speechless.
Lin Fan did not continue to speak.
When people are extremely sad, they don't want someone next to them to open their mouths.
The team beating gongs and drums walked for a long time, the people walking on stilts walked slowly, and people around were constantly booing, which made the tea stall seem to be lively.
The leader saw that his arms and body were of a man, but his face was covered with a pale white man. His lips and eyebrows were drawn in thin shapes with bright red.
"Hurry up, it starts at noon, don't miss it. You can prepare more tea at this tea stall, and then you will ensure that your money will be prosperous!
A woman turned her head, the curvature of the corners of her mouth was the same as the one painted on her face, and the people who watched it trembled.
"I know, just go ahead."
The old man wiped his eyes, "Your eyes are cold, sir, this is a grand event in Guocheng, why don't you take a look at it at noon?"
"it is good."
It is also a coincidence that the table has been set up long ago, and it is only necessary to let people come over.
It was originally chosen to be on South Street, but East Street is more lively and the place is bigger, so I came here temporarily, and the nearby food sellers are even more festive.
The old man's tea stall was facing the play. Although it was far away, he could hear it clearly. It was full of people in no time. The business at noon was very good.
Lin Fan didn't understand opera, so he sang babble on the stage, and it was pleasant to the ear, so he took a place.
There were always children laughing and noisy around, and seeing his beautiful clothes, he touched him curiously with his dirty little hands, leaving a small dark mark, and the children were not afraid and looked at him eagerly.
"Your clothes are so beautiful, even better than the clothes of the actors." The little boy was about seven or eight years old, and he still had a snot. He didn't know where he was playing, and he was sweating.
Lin Fan just smiled and didn't speak, but the child made a small stool and sat beside him, "What do you do?"
"Tourist."
"What's that for?"
Lin Fan doesn't speak, answering the children's questions is endless, so it's better to just shut up at the beginning.
The stage seemed to sing to the climax, the applause one after another was thunderous, and it stopped after a while.
"This is not good." The little boy raised his eyebrows and said happily, imitating the appearance of an adult, "My mother said it."
"Oh? What's wrong?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.
The little boy couldn't say one, two, three, or four, he just kept repeating "what my mother said", and finally got up and ran away for some reason, and came back after a stick of incense.
"Mother said, the people inside shouldn't die, so it's not good. 33
Lin Fan couldn't understand the characters in the play, but when he understood what the child said, he wanted to ask a few more questions, but the child couldn't remember how much.
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The show will not stop when it starts, this singing is a long time, the old man bought the tea really well, the crowd is so lively, and finally no longer silent.
"Is Guo Cheng not doing well now?"
A question from the monk in Tsing Yi exploded in Lin Fan's mind.
The people around were laughing and noisy, lively and agile, and their eyes were all attracted by the stage. Occasionally, people who knew each other would talk to each other, making noises, and they did not stop for a moment.
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It seems that life is supposed to be like this.
Lin Fan frowned and stopped talking.
The people didn't go away, but the old man's tea was gone, so he could only use the next tea.
"Sir, this tea is a bit astringent, but it tastes good, try it." The old man brought the tea, "This is the last pot of sweet spring, I leave it to you."
Lin Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip. The mouth was bitter, and the aftertaste was less sweet, but the aftertaste was melodious.
“This tea is also good tea!”
"That's it." The old man had a smile on his face, humming along with the performers on the stage, "I've listened to this opera since I set up a stall, and I changed it a few times in between, but this old opera still sounds good to me. .
Lin Fan, "What is singing in this play?"
"It is said that this city gate is in danger, praying to the sky for blessings, but there is no response, so the female relatives of the local tycoon's family distributed all their plain clothes and threw them into the sea to offer sacrifices, so the sky rained down, allowing the city to survive the disaster. And the nobleman got rich for this, and the female relatives who sacrificed also moved the world and ranked in the class of immortals.
"Several of them are very well written, the son may wish to go forward and listen to it.