"But I don't want to accept you, Mrs. Huang, you take him away."

"Old Wu?"

The old lady sitting beside her looked over with questioning eyes.

"I have sorted out all my life's things, and you will teach him in the future and see how much he can learn to see his luck."

Li Yanghua sat behind Zhang Bei, squinted his eyes and looked for a while before he lowered his voice and started talking to Zhang Bei.

"It should be the advanced stage of lung cancer. I'm guessing that there are about three months left."

Zhang Bei nodded and stared at the trembling old man.

It can be seen that he really wanted to accept this apprentice, but his own situation also forced him to change his way to continue his inheritance.

"I want to follow you!"

The young man on the stage took off the pendant hanging on his forehead and stared at the old man in front of him with his eyes.

"I can't teach it."

"you can!"

As each person said one by one, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Zhang Beiyishuang looked at the young man on the stage with curiosity.

In fact, if these dramas are truly calculated and reaching the level of famous artists, it will not be very difficult to convert after learning a little.

If Lao Wu is willing to hand over what he has learned in his life, it will be no difference even if he is a different person to teach.

This young man sang very well, no matter how he looked at it, it was all about boys' skills. It was impossible for him to know this after staying in this industry for so long.

Old Mrs. Huang glanced at Old Wu who was shaking her head, and then set her eyes on the young man on the stage.

"Tell me, why do you have to let this old man teach you?"

The young man stood straight, and a past story was slowly coming.

"Seventeen years ago, the town organized a cultural performance and said that a famous Peking Opera artist performed a charity performance."

"I was still young at that time and was taken by my grandfather. That was the first time I heard traditional operas."

"Since then, I've been in love with opera and listen to the radio with my grandpa every day."

"Later, when I grew up, I realized that when I was a child, I heard it called Shao Opera. When my home was installed, I sang little by little."

"Later, my grandfather left, leaving behind a tape you gave him back then."

"I have been listening to this tape for twenty years. The students only want to join you this time."

Although some things are lonely, there are always people who insist on them in places where others cannot see them.

He did not have a teacher to teach or had any professional costumes, but he practiced this singing style from childhood with his love since he was a child.

"Okay, I'll accept it. I will teach you everything I can in my life in the past three months. How much I can learn depends on your ability."

"Disciple, pay homage to the master!"

Zhang Bei sighed at the young man on the stage. He could already see that the future would be a difficult road for this young man.

In the stories and opera industries, they attach great importance to inheritance. There are two ways to have masters and not have masters.

You will know that when the little black fat man was there, he suffered a grievance and someone stood up. When he met some old people who bullyed the young, he could also complain to the master.

But the little old man left early. At that time, the fat black man's wings were not yet plump. Faced with the suppression of most of his colleagues, he could only grit his teeth and resist.

As the young man finally retreated, the lights on the stage dimmed.

Li Yanghua turned his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair, hesitated for a moment, but turned his head to ask Zhang Bei.

"Do you want me to take action? You should be able to live another month."

Zhang Bei shook his head: "No, three months are enough."

This child has a good foundation. Three months are enough if he teaches carefully, and the rest is all based on his own luck.

If you have an extra month, you can't change anything, but it will make the patient even more tormented.

Zhang Bei's father had lasted his life for half a year and was experiencing unimaginable pain every day.

In the late stage of cancer, even if it is a major family with many ancient prescriptions in hand, it will only force its life to be extended.

In terms of human relationships and worldly styles, the fat black man is very good at grasping it.

I can't take off my body for the time being, but I will never leave Zhang Bei alone.

"Great-zu, the hotel has arranged arranging whether you want to go and rest first and listen to crosstalk in the evening?"

"Okay, you can lead the way."

"Okay, great-grandfather comes with me!"

The great-grandfathers gradually made Zhang Bei feel that he was not far from being buried.

Not long after I stepped out of the gate, I saw two rows of young girls standing on the street in the distance.

When Zhang Bei saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed.

Thirty years ago, who dared to imagine that so many young people could gather at the entrance of the small courtyard of crosstalk?

Maybe this little black fat man will have the chance to take his opera door back to the public's vision in the future.

When you come to Jincheng, the essential thing is pancakes.

Eggs, ginger, ginger, chopped green onions, chili sauce, and steaming pancakes are neatly arranged.

Just watching from the side makes me feel full of appetite.

Four people bought one set, and Zhang Bei's one was even more luxurious and extra-filled.

While eating and walking, feeling the accent of Jincheng, I unconsciously relaxed.

Time is like the youth of a girl, and it is always wasted on dog men without realizing it.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next morning, and the small garden was filled with people, from the crosstalk circle to the opera circle, and even a few people came from the entertainment circle.

Zhang Bei took Director Fox to sit in the corner and whispered to the fat man with a fat man in his low voice.

"It shouldn't be allowed to break through on their own, right?"

"No, I will support you here. I already have a plan. When they have almost finished learning, they can try the results."

"You really plan to deal with the storyteller's side?"

"I will handle it, please give it a good deal."

"I don't interfere, but there is one thing that inheritance must not be lost."

"Okay, I'll pay attention!"

"By the way, I'm going to start a live broadcast later, do you mind?"

"It's okay, we're going to record the video."

With the reply, Zhang Bei also leaned on his chair and adjusted his live broadcast equipment.

The fat little black man glanced at the time, said goodbye to Zhang Bei and walked into the backstage.

As time went by, after all the people who should arrive, the scene finally became quiet.

The host surnamed Qin had a bad brain and walked onto the stage with a microphone.

We began to introduce the people who took the apprentice today.

Zhang Bei looked at the stage and quickly clicked to start the live broadcast.

The Yangtze crocodile is beaten every day: [The throne, I heard that something happened to me again if I am not here?]
Chapter completed!