As the saying goes, it is better to arrive early than to arrive late.
Today, the people invited to Fenglai Tower are Dongfeng Henan Opera Troupe, a famous old Henan Opera team in L City.
This is a famous troupe in Henan Opera today. It is said that the old troupe leader took several of his famous artists to perform in the capital.
The only ones who stayed were the second troupe, but even so, once they heard that they were from the Dongfeng Henan Opera Troupe, they were still very enthusiastic and the seats were packed.
When Xu Tong walked in, he saw that the waiter was busy and could no longer care about greeting new customers.
He was not in a hurry. Seeing that there were no seats in the lobby, he went straight to the second floor.
As a result, just as he was about to go upstairs, he was stopped by a waiter who was guarding the door on the second floor: "Friends with the character "合", please keep your Qingzi away, none of them are Lao Kuan."
What this guy is talking about is slang, which translates to friends on the road. Put your weapons away. The people above are not amateurs.
Xu Tong grinned. He had already recited this kind of slang so well that he even patted his belly without thinking: "Hand me side by side, come quickly."
Friends, we all share the same goals. We are a little hungry and want to prepare something to eat.
When the waiter heard this, he immediately smiled and waved to Xu Tong to go upstairs. There were few tables upstairs, and facing the hall you could see several opera seats below. They were not full at this time.
Xu Tong stood at the door of the steps and glanced at it first.
Sitting in the corner was a Taoist priest holding a fly whisk in his left hand and a string of rosary beads in his right hand. He seemed to be listening to a play or meditating. His eyes were slightly lowered, and he didn't know whether he was sleeping or awake.
At the two tables in front, a man and a woman were sitting. The man was wearing a suit, a top hat, and small sunglasses. He was holding a fan in his hand. He looked a bit like a young man from Shanghai.
The woman is much older, she looks to be in her early forties. Her clothes are simple and plain but made of high-quality materials. The most important thing is that she has a very good temperament. Sitting there, she has a sense of style.
Just by looking at the clothes on these two people, you can tell that they are not from the mainland. People in the Central Plains still generally wear simple clothes. How can they have such fancy clothes?
Look again, hey! Xu Tong's eyes lit up, and he saw an old man and a young man sitting in front of the table. Aren't they the grandfather and grandson who performed on the flyover before? There was a small wooden barrel under their feet, I'm afraid it was.
The big wooden barrel from the performance that night.
I don’t know how it was made, but it has become so small now that it really looks like Caijia’s Qianji barrel.
Xu Tong looked at several people, and their eyes were all glancing at him.
The old man who seemed to be an expert in Caimen couldn't help but froze when he saw Xu Tong. He then nodded and smiled at Xu Tong. He obviously remembered that Xu Tong had lost two yuan in his gong and drum, but he didn't expect it.
This generous guest is actually a fellow traveler.
Xu Tong smiled back and found a seat near the window to sit down, just in time to see the opera in the lobby below.
The waiter quickly brought a plate of braised pork, a bowl of rice, a plate of snacks, and a pot of tea and left.
He didn't even say a word from beginning to end. This was not because the waiter was rude, but because of the rules in the teahouse. If you didn't talk to others in the morning, you might have violated a taboo. If you broke the rules, you would have to pay for the day's tea.
By the time dusk comes, you don't have to worry about these things anymore. Everyone can talk as much as they want.
This rule has long since disappeared in reality, but here it has always been a big taboo for the store owners, so the people at these tables were sitting there sparsely, and no one spoke, and everyone listened quietly to the show.
Today we are singing Tao Hua An. Even though we are from the second team of the troupe, our skills are unequivocal, especially the actress named Cui Lanfang who astonished everyone with her skills as soon as she appeared on the stage.
Even Xu Tong, who was immersed in the rice, stopped his chopsticks and listened carefully until the braised pork on the table was cold and turned into a ball. After listening to the opera, he couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and applauded.
"Boom!"
At this time, there was an unusual noise from the person sitting behind him, and the woman stood up in a hurry, wiped her tears and walked downstairs.
But the boy at the same table had a dark face, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, fanning himself, and sat there without saying a word.
"Hey, hey, we meet again, my little friend. Yesterday, my little friend acted kindly, and I thanked you."
After Taohuaan sang this song, it was almost dark. The old man turned around, cupped his fists towards Xu Tong and thanked him.
"Huh!"
Now it was his turn to be a little surprised. The punishment he had given to those few managers was not worth mentioning, and it did not disturb anyone at all. It was not until the next morning that those naked guys were discovered.
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He boasted that he had done this without anyone noticing, but he didn't expect that the old man actually knew about it.
Putting down his chopsticks, I saw that his right hand was outside, his left hand was inside, his two thumbs were raised, and he cupped his hands towards the old man: "You are so polite, old man, but I don't know how the old man was sure that I did this?"
Seeing Xu Tong's gesture, the old man's expression changed slightly. His left hand was auspicious, his right hand was ominous, and his two thumbs were like incense candles. This was a gesture of seven of the eight tones.
Immediately, the old man's expression straightened up, he raised his left hand flat, cupped his right hand into a fist, and touched his two thumbs together.
Xu Tong remembered that Song Lao said that Caimen's hand was a fist and the other was covered, indicating that the technique was inside and not allowed to be seen by outsiders. The two thumbs faced each other and exposed, indicating that the technique could not be exhausted and the sleeves could not be used.
Qiankun.
This is exactly Caimen’s souvenir, and it is absolutely unmistakable.
At this moment, he was basically sure that the old man in front of him was really a master of Caimen.
Xu Tong motioned to the old man to sit down and asked the waiter to take away the leftover food on the table and replace it with a pot of tea and two pastries.
"How can I dare to be a fool without a trick, accuse me, accuse me, I don't recognize Lord Ma, I almost let the mouse go."
How dare you be a juggler without someone keeping an eye on you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I almost attacked my brother.
The old man stroked his beard and confessed with a smile.
The co-author didn't know that the grandfather and grandson were so simple, but he was afraid that when he gave two yuan last night, someone would target him.
They just didn't expect that those administrators would suddenly appear and disrupt their plans, otherwise their wallets would be lost.
Xu Tong immediately sneered: "Haha, I made a mistake and mistook the eagle for a quail. I let you big rats go and the newcomers stepped on the board to make fun of you."
As soon as the old man said this, he understood. The administrators probably also realized that they were thieves. Otherwise, why would they leave other merchants alone and catch them specially?
It's just that those managers didn't have enough experience and didn't dare to directly say to catch the thief, for fear of alerting the enemy, and they spoke rashly. In the end, they made people angry, even themselves misunderstood, and even gave them a prank.
This made him sigh. Sometimes, looking at things with black and white eyes may not necessarily be true. This was a lesson he learned.
At this time, we sat together and talked about the matter and it was over.
The two chatted casually for a few words. Xu Tong originally wanted to get some clues about the main plot from the old man, but unfortunately this is an old Jianghu, very slippery, full of slang, and he talks in circles with you, but he can't say anything.
On point.
After talking for a long time, he was tired. The old man also said he was tired. The other party returned to his table and fed his grandson snacks.
As soon as I left here, I saw the woman who just walked downstairs came up again. She had an oval face and big eyes. She was really good-looking. However, even though she had put on makeup, she could still tell that she had just cried a lot.
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Although I don’t know why she cried, but based on the drama of Taohua An, I can guess a thing or two.
This story is very short. It tells the story of a scholar named Shu Zhangcai who went out for a party. As a result, there was no news from him for twelve years. His wife, Mrs. Dou, missed her husband all day long and felt lonely.
Once by chance, he saw a child who looked very similar to his husband, so he adopted the child as his adopted son.
Coincidentally, Wang Sansi saw an old woman selling clothes on the street. The clothes she was selling were the clothes her husband was wearing when he left home. When he inquired about the reason, he learned that Zhang Cai had passed away twelve years ago.
In addition to sadness, I also learned that Zhang Caiwang had an affair with Chen Miaoshan, a nun in Taohua Nunnery, and gave birth to a son. Since he could not be raised in the nunnery, he gave it to Wang Sansi to sell to others.
Dou's Taohua Nunnery visited a nun, and she and Chen Miaoshan told each other about the pain of life and death with Zhang Cai. They sympathized with each other and repaid evil with kindness. They also took Miaoshan home to support her and fulfilled her husband's thoughts during his lifetime.
A few years later, the adopted son won the top prize in high school, and the whole family was happy. Wang Sansi also came to congratulate him, and found out that the top pick was born to Miao Shan and was the biological son of Zhang Cai.
It seems that the whole family is happy and the ending is happy, but if you think about it, you know that Zhang Cai is a scumbag who goes out for a romantic night and ends up asking his wife to clean up his mess.
Looking at the movements of the mother and son, one can guess the reason, just like the content of the play.
Xu Tong was not interested in the story of the mother and son. He was interested in Fenglai Tower, which was obviously unrelated but always gave people a feeling of being closely related.
Last time it was me, this time it was the mother and son. If it was a coincidence, that would be fine. If not...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and became more and more curious about this place.
"Sir, our boss has a letter for you."
Just when he was full of curiosity about this teahouse, the waiter stepped forward and handed Xu Tong a letter.
Xu Tong looked at the letter with a suspicious expression on his face. Instead of taking it directly with his hands, he motioned to the waiter to put it on the table.
The envelope has no words, but it has a faint scent of sandalwood.
I saw him carefully picking up the envelope and putting it in his hand, seemingly playing with it casually. The envelope turned into a paper crane in his hand for a while, and then it turned into a paper flower. Then he touched it with both hands, and saw that the envelope was intact.
Put it on the table movingly.
This little trick alone caused a strange look in the eyes of the old man who was eating cakes with his grandson.
"Man, where's the bathroom?"
"Turn left downstairs!"
Xu Tong stretched, stood up and walked downstairs, but the letter was still on the table.
When the Taoist sitting at the back table saw this, he also stood up. When he passed by the table, he swept the whisk and a dark force burst out, causing the envelope to crack.
Everyone raised their eyes and took a look, only to see that there was nothing inside.
Seeing this, the Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, walked to the window and took a look. He saw the back of Xu Tong leaving the teahouse. His slightly drooped eyes couldn't help but open, and he sneered: "He ran really fast!"