"After twenty years of study, my father turned from an ordinary person into a mage, but my father's teacher, forget it, let's not talk about it, it's all over."
Dad felt a little disappointed, but looking at the bald old man with white eyebrows, wearing a red and gold robe, and a kind face at the door of the theater in the distance, a smile still appeared on his face.
"Look, this is Dad's friend, Mr. Wen. Come up with Dad and say hello." Dad said gently and walked over there quickly.
Mr. Wen seemed to have noticed this. His eyes blocked by his eyebrows slowly opened wide, and he carefully looked at his father's appearance.
After a long time, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and he said happily and loudly: "Long time no see, haha! You still don't seem to have changed much."
"Old haha?"
Xiaoyu, who was feeling a little sad during the story, paused, looked at her father and then Mr. Wen with wide eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.
The father paused, smiled slightly, glanced at Mr. Wen, and said lightly: "I haven't seen you for sixty years, and your mouth is still so bad, longhorn beetle!"
"Beetle."
Xiaoyu exclaimed again, but was pulled by Luo Qing and could not fully say it.
She glanced at Luo Qing and wanted to say something, but she thought of the dark history just now and turned her head away from him. She hates friends who have no sense of boundaries.
Luo Qing paused and whispered: "This may be a nickname among their friends. If you call it younger, you will be scolded."
Xiaoyu paused and said nothing, acting as if I couldn't hear you.
Luo Qing was helpless, so he stood next to Xiaoyu and stopped talking. He would try to coax him later when it was quieter.
Mr. Wen's smile faded slightly at this moment. He looked at his father and said with a fake smile: "You haven't forgotten me, haha, but you are still so stingy."
"Who would forget a braised egg with two caterpillars on top?" Dad said lightly.
The two of them lost their smiles completely and looked at each other. The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while.
Xiaoyu looked around, and finally couldn't help but ask Luo Qing: "Aren't they friends? Why is there such an atmosphere?"
Luo Qing raised his eyebrows, knowing that you couldn't help it. He lowered his voice and said: "They are indeed friends. They are not angry. Otherwise, why wouldn't dad even say oops?"
Xiaoyu was thoughtful, but before she could ask anything, a burst of hearty laughter instantly broke the oppressive atmosphere.
"Hahaha, longhorn beetle, you still haven't changed at all. Let me introduce you. This is my nephew Chen Long, my grandniece Xiaoyu, my apprentice Tru and my grandniece's friend Luo Qing." Dad said gently.
Introduction.
"Hahaha, old haha, my family is preparing for the sacred stage. You will be able to see it later, just like before!" Mr. Wen also said gently.
There was just something wrong with the way he looked at Tru, but he didn't say anything. He turned to look at his father, and the two looked at each other with memories in their eyes.
"Let's go in first, and the drama will start after lunch." Mr. Wen turned around and led everyone into the theater, his tone full of emotion: "It must have been sixty years since we last met."
"Dad, think about it. To be precise, it was sixty-three years. It seemed to be thirty-eight years at that time. Dad was only ten years old at that time." Dad was also full of emotion, but his tone was cheerful. The four great joys in life, encounters in a foreign country
I know you.
"Yes, war takes away a lot of things. It can separate friends and break mountains and rivers." Mr. Wen opened the door, and after everyone entered, he asked: "But what I don't understand is
, it’s been so long, why don’t you want to come back and have a look?”
Dad sighed: "Well, at that time, Dad thought that his behavior was too shameless to face the sacred stage."
"You know, we all miss you, and no one will blame you." Mr. Wen said that several people had arrived in a living room and poured tea for everyone.
"But Dad had different things in mind at the time. By the time Dad really found his mission, everything was too late." Dad took the gift box from Tru and put it on the table: "This is Dad.
My father’s little tea is from my hometown.”
Mr. Wen looked at his father for a long time and sighed: "You have changed."
Dad paused, his eyes slightly lowered behind his reading glasses: "The mission has changed, but"
Mr. Wen remained silent as the aroma of hot tea gradually spread in the living room, causing some different thoughts to recollect.
"Let's not talk about it anymore. I still remember when you played the clown in the play. How was it? Are you interested in the next performance?" Mr. Wen collected his thoughts and asked with a smile.
The father was startled for a moment, then shook his head: "Opera is sacred. Now that I am old, young people should be more professional."
"This is not like you, old man, haha. I still remember when we trained together. When we were doing handstands, you tied your feet with ropes. When you ran, you always managed to run less laps. But when it came to acting, you were still the best. How could you do that?
Have you accepted your fate?" Mr. Wen's words were full of memories.
Back then, this old guy was the best at sneaking around, but he was always better than others, so it was useless to be angry.
"That's because Dad is gifted." Dad raised his head slightly, looking proud.
"You haven't changed at all in terms of being thick-skinned. Oh, no, your skills have also improved." Mr. Wen teased.
"Oh~ Dad is just telling the truth. You are slandering Dad." Dad said dissatisfiedly, but his eyes were filled with joy.
"I remember how miserable someone was when he was caught by the class leader for being lazy."
"Oh, that was done by dad himself. What does it have to do with the class leader? It's not like you only had one meal a day because you couldn't learn. It was dad who gave you his own meal, so you didn't starve to death!" "Are we going to expose each other's shortcomings? Back then."
Listening to the two old men chattering and starting to expose their shortcomings crazily, Xiaoyu's eyes gradually changed from excitement to boredom.
She looked at the three people who were listening in fascination and was a little speechless. What's so good about this? It would be better to play games at home.
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After thinking about it, although she was a little reluctant, she still pulled Luo Qing's clothes beside her.
Luo Qing came back to his senses, moved his eyes away with some reluctance, and looked at Xiaoyu.
God knows, my father was not more stable than Xiaoyu when he was a child. No, he was even more naughty than Xiaoyu. He secretly hid the class leader's clothes, which caused the class leader to look for clothes for half an hour the next day. In the end, all the children in the theater troupe were punished for extra practice.
It’s ridiculous that he can do all these things.
"How about we go to the back and take a look? It's so boring here." Xiaoyu asked in a low voice.
Luo Qing glanced at Mr. Wen with some reluctance. He was talking about the chicken hatching on the spot when his father was practicing holding eggs on the tip of his nose.
But Xiaoyu was trying to set the stage for herself, so she just took over what happened in the morning.
After weighing the old man's privacy and the girl's friendship, Luo Qing decisively chose the latter: "Let's go."
Xiaoyu showed a smile on her face, waved, and slipped out silently without saying hello to Chen Long and the others.
Luo Qing walked up to Chen Long and whispered: "Uncle Long, I'll go out and be back later."
Chen Long nodded and whispered back: "Pay attention to safety."
Luo Qing took another reluctant look at Mr. Wen, who was so short that his father was spanked because of his skin. He turned around and walked out of the living room quickly.
Xiaoyu looked around, and after hearing the footsteps behind her, she said decisively: "Come this way, follow me. I have a hunch that there must be something interesting in this theater."
"Well, how fun can this be?" Luo Qing suddenly paused as he said something. He seemed to have thought of something, a smile appeared on his face, followed Xiaoyu, and whispered: "It seems that it is indeed fun."
Xiaoyu paused and asked curiously: "What's so fun?"
The water on Luo Qing's body turned into water and quickly wandered away into the distance. Luo Qing followed the water to the front and whispered: "This time it's you and me."
Xiaoyu nodded and followed Luo Qing enthusiastically. She just felt bored and wanted to go out and play. If she didn't have any fun, she would go shopping. Having fun is of course the best.
The two of them were walking back and forth in the theater without turning on the lights, and Luo Qing's footsteps became lighter and lighter, almost nonstop.
Under the exaggeration of the atmosphere, Xiaoyu's footsteps slowly disappeared, and the two of them arrived outside a door like ghosts.
Xiaoyu was a little confused, what kind of fun could this be?
Faint Chinese voices came, Luo Qing pointed to the door, and then put his ear close.
Although Xiaoyu was confused, she slowly followed Luo Qing's movements and listened inside.
For a moment, the dark corridor was extremely quiet, and the conversation inside the door could be heard clearly.
"The goods haven't even been shipped out. It's true. I don't know what the supervisor is thinking."
"Stop nagging, foreign countries are also very good. The value of the things here is not lower than that of the domestic ones, even the domestic high-quality products?"
"How do you know? We just arrived yesterday."
"Look at the news. Although the United States has little history, it can be looted. The price of cultural relics from various places on the dark web is not low."
"We have to stay for another week. Then we can wait until the show is over to see the terrain at night?"
"Look at the terrain, what kind of foundation does the United States have? Isn't it just relying on a few guns? Are you afraid of that thing?"
"Uh, okay, I'll listen to you, but shouldn't we stop? After all, this is a theater."
"Wait a minute! Everything in the American Museum was robbed. We sold it on the dark web in China, and it can be regarded as returning to the original owner."
"That's right. I've long been tired of doing the same thing every day. Let's leave when we get rich."
"It's up to you, but"
The conversation gradually turned to the theater itself, and Xiaoyu looked at Luo Qing with wide eyes, full of disbelief.
These people are actually discussing theft?
Or stealing a museum?
Luo Qing smiled, waved gently, turned around and walked slowly into the darkness.
Xiaoyu followed decisively, and after walking a certain distance, she asked in disbelief: "How did you know they were going to steal?"
Luo Qing innocently spread his hands, and a white shadow appeared in his hands: "I don't know, it heard it."
Xiaoyu was speechless, and then asked fiercely: "Then why didn't you say anything at the beginning? If I don't pull you out, are you going to play by yourself without me?"