"Clang~"

A huge gong sounded throughout the theater, and the scene that was originally crowded was immediately quiet.

"Dear sirs, dear masters, today's play is about to begin now. Please sit down as soon as possible."

Immediately afterwards, there was a rhythmic gong and drum beat. The curtain on the stage opened. A group of children in the troupe jumped to the front of the stage, piercing their pythons and staring at them, looking serious, which attracted cheers from the audience.

Looking at the old Beijing authentic snacks delivered by the waiter, it was so fragrant. Even though the Central and Western Asian trees were well-informed and thought they were Chinese, they still couldn't help but take out the handkerchief in their chest pockets and cover their mouths and noses.

"Cheng Sang, these foods are all overnight, right? They don't smell like they can eat. I think it may be because the weather is hot, which causes them to deteriorate. Why don't we eat them again another day?"

Cheng Nuo smiled calmly. Although the two attempts to make bean juice ended in failure, the meaning of this time was obviously different, and he felt a little sweet and sour: "Mr. Zhongxi, this is an imperial meal ordered by Emperor Qianlong of the previous dynasty, and a serious palace drink. If it weren't for the destruction of the Qing Dynasty, we ordinary people would not be able to eat such delicacies. Don't look at the smell of strange things, drinking it until the stomach is extremely delicious, and it has the effects of nourishing the stomach, detoxifying and clearing the fire."

In order to show his own "hospitality", Cheng Nuo deliberately confused Doujier's history, which can be regarded as a lie of kindness. I believe that this Japanese who lived a good life would definitely thank him for his kindness.

I took a bite of soy sauce and a bite of scorch, and I took some old pickles from time to time. I didn’t take long to finish this snack, and even gave people a feeling of not being satisfied, as if the food was really what the words said.

"Eat, Mr. Zhongxi, you can eat braised carp everywhere when you leave Beijing City, but the bean juice doesn't taste that smell. Although we are hunting rifles to greet jackals, we will treat each other enthusiastically to friends." Cheng Nuo could not hide his smile in his eyes, and pushed the old pickled vegetables plate over and signaled the other party to eat quickly.

"Cheng Sang, is this thing really delicious?" The Chinese and Western Asian trees pulled the bean juice in front of them, half-believing and half-doubting.

"It's really delicious, just like the stinky tofu in our country. The natto in your country is smelling smelly and fragrant." Cheng Nuo raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you eat a bite, you will be obsessed with it in your life."

Seeing this, the Central and Western Asian tree nodded. As a Japanese, he liked this natto that started in China. In addition, both are beans, and the invisible view of bean juice has greatly improved. Unfortunately, this idea only lasted before the diet. After he actually took a sip, he almost couldn't help but vomit it out.

However, the old fox had a hand after all, pinched his thigh and frowned and poured it down. After drinking, he saw Cheng Nuo observing him, his brows immediately showed: "The bean juice is really delicious, which reminds me of the taste of my hometown. Whenever I return from school, my mother always cooks me a bean food. Cheng Sang, you are intent."

This meaningful glance made Cheng Nuo full of vigilance from the bottom of his heart. He really talked to people and talked to ghosts. If he hadn't just glanced at the blood vessels on his hand, he would have thought that the old Japanese loved this authentic snack.

"China is vast and vast, with vast territory, and is also the origin of Confucian culture. I believe that every guest who comes from afar can find some 'hometown' here, and Mr. Chinese and Western can slowly understand it." Cheng Nuo spoke in a scene and still had a smile on his face.

The "food" trick obviously has no effect. The braised, fried diarrhea and fried liver were both "happy" eating, as if guests were having fun, but the corners of the mouths that both sides twitched from time to time and the faint frowns were obviously not as simple as it seemed.

There are my secrets coming and going from the audience, every porridge and meal are hidden.

The ups and downs on the stage, and every tuning is all about knowledge.

"Clang cei clang cei clang cei"

All the appetizers on the stage have been served, and the children have retreated to the backstage one after another to welcome the Qingyi Huadan opera on the central axis.

"Su San left Hongdong County and came to the street. He was so miserable that he had never spoken. The gentlemen of the past listened to me."

There were a group of down-and-out Eight Banners children sitting below, so they soaked in the theater all day long. I don’t know how many times I watched a play, so I’ve been familiar with it for a long time, so I stopped watching it. Instead, I sat there crossed my legs, closed my eyes and shook my head with the singing on the stage, and I tasted the taste.

When he sang at the wonderful point, he opened his eyes and immediately shouted: "Okay, give me a good outfit!"

The eyes of the "corner" on the stage immediately changed, and she sang harder, which attracted cheers. Invisibly, the Eight Banners's child had a lot of face and seemed to have returned to their era.

On the second floor, I put the last piece of diarrhea into my mouth, and there was an inexplicable smile on the face of the Central and Western Asian tree: "Cheng Sang, I have ordered every issue of the National magazine. I am a loyal reader of your club. I have to wash my hands twice before reading each time, and have a pious heart for knowledge. In this way, I feel that I can be worthy of those knowledge and revival of East Asia as soon as possible."

Cheng Nuo asked a hot towel from his friend, and felt much better when he wiped his face. He said calmly: "In the past, books were precious, and ordinary people could not touch them. But now, various newspapers and magazines are popular, and the competition pressure is so great that the so-called knowledge is not so expensive. Our magazines are even less popular, and the content is all pieced together, which is not worthy of being so grand by Mr. China and the West."

Wiping his hands and throwing the towel aside. Cheng Nuo continued: "As for reviving East Asia, you will always pull your crotch when you step too much. It is better for our two families to sweep the snow in front of the door. Cheng is just an ordinary person. He is the greatest ability to teach and educate people. If he can have a lot of talents in the world in the future, there will be no regrets in a hundred years."

The Chinese and Western Asian tree wiped his mouth and put down his chopsticks and smiled: "In my opinion, with Cheng Sang's strength, it is just a professor in Peking University that is useless. Education has restricted Cheng Sang's development. Your country has trapped internationally renowned scholars in a corner. This is a huge waste of talents, which is a pity."

Cheng Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that the other party was about to reveal his fox's tail, and his tone was a little humorous: "This person is not easy to do something well in his life. He is more important than more expensive. Everything will end up being lost."

Chinese medicine Yashu put on a deep opinion and nodded, "I agree with this statement as well, but I think if you want to show your ambitions, you should choose a bigger stage so that you can deserve Cheng Sang's identity. There is an old Chinese saying that 'If you are good at being good at studying, you will learn, and if you are good at studying, you will be good at studying.' The career and teaching path are not in conflict."

Cheng Nuo laughed in his heart. They are all foxes that have been around for thousands of years. What are you playing in Liaozhai? Let’s show off all your tricks. After nodding, he shook his head quickly, giving people a feeling of being moved but not wanting to admit it: “Academics are contaminated with politics, so it will definitely not be pure. For scholars such as us, it is like a fish bone in the throat, which is unbearable.”

The Central and Western Asian Tree likes this feeling of holding people's nose and smiled: "The primary and secondary are clear. For both, the benefits are far greater than the disadvantages. Think about Cai Yuanpei of Peking University, who runs education and politics, and this is how Peking University is today. But his generation has long been old and his head is full of decay. The changes in the times have made them dazzled."

"You can't say that. Mr. Cai is kind to Peking University or me, and it is not a gentleman to do what he does to judge others' strengths and weaknesses behind his back." One person could not sing a good show, so Cheng Nuo suppressed his smile and cooperated on the side.

"But your generation of young people have heard the pulse of the times and proved that they have the ability to take over East Asia. Don't you want to take the future into your own hands, don't you want to run a school by yourself to show your ambitions at will? Do you only have Beijing in your eyes? Looking from a distance and looking high, Cheng Sang, you are a unique existence. Why do those buckets control your future? Just because you cut off your braids before you?!" The Chinese and Western Asian trees are in the tone of an elder and intimate voice, but they are very tempting. If you are a person with a lack of mind, the darkness in your heart will inevitably be hooked out and you have already become crazy.

"Yes, the country is not a country, and the people are not a people. Because of these corpses, people with talent should have lived there for a long time." Cheng Nuo gasped and his eyes were red.

"I came here today just to make friends with Cheng Sang, but when I think of such a precious talent, whose status is far from reaching the level of academic level, I feel heartbroken. I have some connections in your government. If I help Cheng Sang walk around more, at least I have to find a real power rank in the Ministry of Education. After staying for a few years, I can at least become the head of a department. It is not impossible to become the chief of the chief day, but it is just."

"Just how?"

"It's just that we Japanese come forward to help a Chinese, which is inconsistent with reason and has no basis for the law."

"Then what should I do?" Cheng Nuo's performance was as real as it was, and he almost threw the bowl down, his face turned red and his neck was thick.

"Our East Asia Tongwen Academy just lacks a mathematics teaching. Mr. can temporarily take over two days of homework. I will find a day to send Mr. to Tokyo Imperial University. As Cheng Sang's identity, he is worthy of being a professor. Mr. Sadaji Takagi has admired you for a long time, so I believe you will work together." When drawing cakes from the tree in the Middle West Asia, it is like real.

Cheng Nuo heard the taste this time. The Ministry of Education is fake and the deportation of Tokyo is real. After a little thought, he deliberately said a little rudely: "Although it's good, I haven't been to Japan. Let me think about it."

The Central and Western Asian trees are a little angry, and they don’t agree or disagree at all, making people feel uncomfortable.

When I came to the door of the private room, I wanted to close the window, but found that in order to save money, the theater not only had no glass on the window, but even cleaned the window paper. The smell of the sun shining on the urine pool came to my face. I remembered the grievances I had just eaten, and I felt nauseous. However, this guy was also a cruel person. He swallowed again without hesitation, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"Cheng Sang, I can understand your mood. My hometown is hard to leave. Just like every spring, I always think of Mount Fuji when I look at the cherry blossoms. There is no hurry to do this."

Both clashes ended with Cheng Nuo being slightly better.

At this time, the performance of the central part of the theater had ended. As the Qingyi Huadan walked off the stage slowly, Guanghelou ushered in its daily finale, and the vendors also took advantage of the opportunity to start selling snacks.

"Bun cold cake milk rolls, soft cake and pastry ~"

"Puff pastry and iron broad beans, and popcorn and iron broad beans~"

"Sweet melon, sweet melon, the sweet melon of Panggezhuang~"

Only selling tickets can't cover the cost of the theater. When the guy next to him saw Cheng Nuo and the others ordered all the foreign food, he was naturally a little unhappy and smiled: "My master, are you satisfied with the view? We have unique Maojian, should you try it?"

The two special words emphasized the tone. Cheng Nuo glanced at the table downstairs, and there were indeed the same teapot. He understood the meaning and smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Master, please carry a pot quickly."

"Okay." The guy bowed his hand to thank him, and then shouted to the kitchen: "A pot of Maojianer, Xinyang, Ruyi Hall on the second floor!"

With the sound of going down the stairs, the blue veins on the forehead of the Central and Western Asian trees jumped step by step, and Cheng Nuo's leisurely look reflected in his pupils, silently reminding himself that the bargaining chips are not big enough and there are enough opportunities in the future.

With another loud "clang~", the theater returned to tranquility, waiting for the "famous actors" to appear. Through the program list on the wall, we learned that this Peking Opera was for "Chu and Han Contest".

Cheng Nuo didn't have to think about it. Today, the Japanese will definitely be prepared for the invitation of the theater. The consideration of the play is naturally the top priority. However, for you, the mere island country, whether you are comparing with the King of Western Chu or the Peigong of the Western Han Dynasty, you are not worthy of carrying shoes.

After a little thought, I can enjoy Peking Opera with peace of mind.

"The military advisor takes the words as public,

Turning back and thinking,

The King of Han was besieged in Xingyang,

It's like Confucius trapped Cai City.

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Unlike the later generations of "The Battle between Chu and Han", this scene was written based on the Kunqu opera "The Legend of the Goddess" and "The Records of the Grand Historian Xiang Yu". It is an old version of "Farewell My Concubine". Although the actual performance is not as perfect as the latter, the story framework is almost complete.

The general content is for the Chu-Han war at the end of Qin Dynasty, Han Xin ordered Li Zuoche to surrender Xiang Yu and slander Xiang Yu. He ambushed on all sides of Jiuli Mountain and trapped Xiang Yu in Gaixia. Xiang Yu could not break through, and he heard the crowds on all sides, suspected that all the Chu army had surrendered to Han, so he drank and said goodbye to Yu Ji in the camp. Yu Ji committed suicide, and Xiang Yu broke through the encirclement and lost his way to Wujiang. He felt deeply unconscious that the elders in Jiangdong committed suicide by slashing their own throat by the river.

At this moment, the "Chu and Han Contest" on the stage behind it happened to be the scene of the siege of Gaixia.

"The strength is to pull the mountains and the spirit is vast, but the time is not good, and the horse will not pass away."

"What can you do if you don't leave? Yu Xi Yu Xi is what can you do if you don't do it?"

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I glanced at the Central and Western Asian tree next to me and found that although the Japanese kept frowning, they could still hum in the tone. I don’t know if it really understands or fakes. When I saw Cheng Nuo coming over, I asked seriously: “Cheng Sang, do you think Yu Ji’s death is worth it?”

Before Cheng Nuo could speak, Zhongxi Asian Tree asked and answered: "I think his death is not worth it. If he did not die, the Overlord would definitely not commit suicide on the banks of the Wujiang River. Even if the Overlord dies, I believe that those people will not make things difficult for a weak woman. It is not impossible for the mother to be in the world in the future. Only by living can there be a future. Are you right?"

Cheng Nuo suddenly realized that the finale was indeed the finale, it was so soft that it was going to be hard.

Although the Japanese have a small structure and only Yu Ji in their eyes, it has to be said that Cheng Nuo's current strength is not as good as Yu Ji. Not to mention the overlord around him, there is not even a guard. It is hard to say if there is something wrong.

No one was afraid at all. He put away the cynicism just now and looked straight into the other party's eyes: "So Mr. China and the West are just 'Chinese Communication'. For us, we are as good as men in front of our righteousness!"
Chapter completed!