It's those old men again, they are still sitting in the teahouse as usual, they all seem to have nothing to do.
In fact, that's the case.
Xiao Fan has also stayed for two nights, and the progress is too slow.
He didn't know where to start, in fact he had no clue.
So I wandered around here and there without knowing what I was doing.
But, it was rare for him to stop, and he felt pretty good about this slow-paced life.
"By the way, young man. There is a party tomorrow night. Come and have a look." An old man said to Xiao Fan.
"What kind of party is it?" Xiao Fan asked in his mind: Why does this village still have a program?
"In short, it's just singing, making noise, and so on. The village holds it at several times every year."
"Where?"
"Well, just follow the crowd tomorrow. You can hear the noise at night from a distance."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Thank you for what you are young."
In short, there will be a rural art performance tomorrow, just take a look, it’s nothing.
…
The day passed quickly. When night came, most of the people in the village rushed in one direction, and Xiao Fan followed.
Soon we arrived under a stage, which looked like it was temporarily set up.
There were people standing under the stage, many people even moved benches, and some people even prepared hot water bottles with melon seeds.
The moonlight is very strong tonight, hanging in the sky like a Kongming Lantern.
"There's still a quarter of an hour before we leave. It starts at seven o'clock on time." Someone on the stage said with a microphone.
"Hey, you are...?"
At this time, a young man walked next to him and asked Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan was also overjoyed that there were still young people in this village.
"Oh, new here." Xiao Fan said subconsciously.
"New...new here?" The young man didn't understand what Xiao Fan said. What did this mean?
"Oh, I came here for something, my friend asked me to do it."
"Oh, that's it." The young man finally cleared up his doubts and did not delve further into this issue.
"What kind of party is this?" It's okay anyway, there are still fifteen minutes left, it's just idle time, Xiao Fan started to strike up a conversation.
The young man was very talkative and quickly said: "The opera singer."
Young people crack melon seeds in their mouths and then throw them away after eating them. The countryside is not very sophisticated in the first place and cannot be compared to the city.
"Peking opera? Or something else?"
"Perhaps Peking Opera, maybe, I don't know much about opera either."
Xiao Fan thought to himself, if he didn't like listening to the opera very much, how could he stay there?
Moreover, there probably aren’t many young people who like to listen to opera nowadays.
This young man probably just came to watch the fun.
"I heard there will be sketches and pop songs later in the show."
Xiao Fan suddenly realized that this was what happened.
They just chatted about the north, south, east, and west, and finally learned that this young man's name was Wang Jie.
Seven o'clock finally arrived, and people finally started to come out of the stage.
It's really Peking Opera, with Peking Opera costumes and singing tunes that are easy to understand as soon as you open your mouth.
Although Xiao Fan doesn’t understand drama either.
The one with the big black beard on the stage should be Chou Dan or something, and the one next to him wearing white powder should be Hua Dan.
Because his face was covered with makeup, Xiao Fan couldn't tell whether the actress was played by a man or a woman.
Moreover, Xiao Fan couldn't tell the reason from the lyrics, but he could vaguely understand a few words.
However, the singing was too slow, even Xiao Fan, a good-tempered person, was starting to find it a little difficult to restrain himself.