Chapter 86 Liyuan Yidi

"Don't."

Lin Buxifan was not confused. Although he could go out for fun by running errands for Su Yunqing, if Xibao was willing to give him the paper money, wouldn't the money saved belong to him?

"But I can take the paper money from you, but you have to keep it a secret from my master. You know him. If he knew that this paper money was taken from you, he would definitely beat me."

"That's natural. You know I have the strictest mouth."

Xibao agreed wholeheartedly and led Lin Buxifan to his house to get the paper money. Lin Buxifan put the paper money in his arms and ran out of the door as usual.

"Hey? Why are you running out? I had scrambled eggs with green onions this morning."

Xibao reminded Lin Buxifan, but he turned back and said with a smile: "What's the point of scrambled eggs with green onions? Now that I'm rich, why don't I go out and buy donkeys to roll around with, and don't those sweets taste good?"

Xibao shook his head. He always felt that he was a little unreliable. If you want to succeed, you must not rely entirely on him, so he started to think of other ways.

Just when Song Youzhen got up, he saw her dazed in the yard and stepped forward and asked, "Xibao, didn't Master tell you to sleep a little longer today? Why did you get up so early?"

When Xibao saw Song Youzhen's face, he immediately took action. He stood up and said to Song Youzhen with a smile: "I have been getting up early for so many years. It has become a habit to get up early. How can I sleep? But Master, I just met him in front of the door. Lin Buxifan, he said that Su Bantou and Da Song Bantou are going to burn paper for the master today."

Song Youzhen frowned after hearing this, "Why did you burn it in advance before the holiday? I don't know what else you are doing."

Xibao then stepped forward and said, "I heard from Lin Buxifan that it seems that Bantou Su dreamed of his master last night and was afraid that his old man would not have a good life, so he hurriedly burned it."

"Well, that's what I'm going to do."

Song Youzhen was thoughtful, even a little jealous that her master had entered Su Yunqing's dream but not his.

"Then we have to burn some. It was not easy for your master when he was alive. We can't let him live in poverty under the Nine Springs."

"Um."

Xi Bao nodded wildly, and before she could continue to guide, Song Youzhen said: "But I don't want to go with the two of them. In this case, you can find out when they will go. We will be an hour earlier than them."

"Um."

Xibao nodded again.

As soon as Lin Buxifan came back, she went to ask.

"My master means that the sooner we go, the better, but it won't be earlier than Youshi at the earliest. He and the Song leader will have to take us to the matinee this afternoon."

It just so happened that Song Youzhen had no work under her hands today. Xibao really felt that it was the right time, the right place, and everyone was on her side.

As soon as Song Youzhen finished class, she told him the news.

"Well, let's go there in time and make sure we don't run into them."

Actors, as the lowest class among the lower classes, are not allowed to enter their ancestors' graves after death. Therefore, in order to have a resting place after death, some famous artists often join forces with other artists to buy land and build tombs for actors to rest in after death.

They depended on each other during life and will always be with each other after death.

In this turbulent era, actors who are even disliked by their families can only support and rely on each other.

Even though they compete with each other on the stage, they always have to help each other in matters behind their lives, because everyone knows that sooner or later, they will have this day, and they also need their colleagues to take care of it.

Song Youzhen’s master, Boss Ma, is buried in Ansu Lake Yiyuan, which means a yiyuan built with donations from artists from Anhui, Jiangsu and Hunan. This is the latest cemetery built in the Liyuan yiyuan and has the longest existence.

Some other actors' cemeteries, such as Sanqing Yiyuan, Qianshan Yiyuan, Chuntai Banyiji and other cemeteries of predecessors, have been abandoned for a long time because there are no descendants to take care of them. Some of them have even been razed to the ground by those who took over.

Use it for other purposes.

This is a very sad thing to say, just like the fate of an actor, wandering throughout his life with nowhere to take root.

In the end, even the little wish that followed death could not be realized.

Ansu Lake Yiyuan is located on the first generation of Songbai Temple to the west of Taoranting. It is not far from Hufang Bridge where Xilianshe is located. If you walk faster, you can get there in less than half an hour.

Song Youzhen had contracted tuberculosis in Harabin before, and after recovering, she could not stand the fatigue. It took the master and the apprentice nearly an hour to arrive, stopping and resting.

Song Youzhen returned to the capital to teach opera. In fact, he came to pay homage to his master several times every year. Every time, he had endless things to say, but this was the first time he brought Xibao here.

Just because Xibao was still young in the first two years and had some taboos, now that Xibao has reached the age of marriage and is considered an adult, Song Youzhen brought her over to show her the way.

He is not the type of person who discriminates against women. He does not pay attention to the saying that women cannot burn paper money for the dead.

Xibao took a brief look at her master's tomb. Although she didn't want to see Su Yunqing and Song Qiwen, she had to say that they took good care of her master's tomb.

Thinking back to the years when Song Youzhen was away and wandering around, it was because of their presence that the master's graveyard was not hidden in the grass, just like his predecessors who turned into a pile of small mounds that no one cared about.

Master, Master, you must forgive me.

I believe you don't want your three disciples to remain enemies like this.

Things must be resolved, and people must learn to face their own mistakes before they can truly let themselves go, right?

After Xibao recited these words silently in his mind, he began to burn paper money for Boss Ma.

But only half of the paper money was completely burned, and the other half was always burned by the fire for a while, but was blown away by the wind as soon as she let go.

Song Youzhen couldn't stand it and even gave her a few lessons.

"You kid, are you nervous because it's your first time here? You won't be able to burn all the money. Your master will be the loser, so you should do it yourself."

Xibao was pushed aside by him, and subconsciously looked back at the paper money flying down the mountain, as if saying to himself: "I heard that it is better for paper money to fly into the sky. Maybe the master showed up and came to collect it himself?

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Song Youzhen really hoped that his master had come to pick it up himself. Back then, he was not able to see his master for the last time because he was singing in the palace. He didn't know if his master had a grudge against him because of this, and he has never been in his dreams until now.

If he was really around right now, he would have a lot to say to him.

But people cannot be resurrected, and it is impossible for Boss Ma to really appear. Song Youzhen burned the paper for Boss Ma, kowtowed a few more times, and then told Xibao to pack up and go back.

He didn't want to meet Su Yunqing and Song Qiwen again and cause trouble in front of his master's grave.

"Oh, Master, you must be tired after kneeling for so long. Why don't you go to the roadside to rest for a while. I'll pack up and go there."

Xibao took Song Youzhen away and immediately took out a wad of paper money from his arms. While there were still embers in the brazier, he roasted them one by one and scattered them in a conspicuous place in front of the grave, mixed with the paper money scattered earlier.

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