In the suburbs of Beijing.
Inside the courtyard house.
Pushing open the door, the courtyard was filled with dead leaves. Qin Fei took a broom and gently swept it.
He heard the swooshing sound.
Qin Fei's heart was unprecedentedly calm.
This courtyard house was left to him by his master. With the skyrocketing property prices, it had already reached 300 million yuan!
This was an astronomical figure.
However…
This had nothing to do with Qin Fei because this was his master's thing. He would not sell it.
"Little Qin!"
A beautiful woman walked over with a smile.
This was the lady boss of the cloth workshop next door. Qin Fei's water-sleeved python robe was custom-made at her house.
"Sister Hong, you're here?"
"Hehe, I cooked too much Zhajiang noodles, so I knew that you definitely hadn't eaten yet. Here, do Sister Hong a favor!”
Qin Fei shook his head and laughed as he looked at the Old Jingdou Zhajiang Noodles handed over by the beautiful woman.
"Fine, everyone else wants me to help with the work, but you want me to help you eat.”
"You also know that Sister Hong's family of two can't eat so much.”
Qin Fei smiled and didn't say anything.
He knew that this was Sister Hong's good intentions.
Helping to eat was just an excuse.
Ever since her master passed away, she was afraid that Qin Fei would not be able to solve the problem of three meals, so she used all sorts of methods to send food and drinks to Qin Fei.
"Sister Hong, how's business recently?"
"I can barely make a living in this city.”
Sister Hong squeezed out a smile.
"If it weren't for you and your master, Sister Hong's shop would have closed long ago.”
Then, she thought of something.
"By the way, do you like the water-sleeved python robe I made previously?”
"The effect is very good."
Qin Fei put down the noodles and smiled."
"By the way, Sister Hong, I still need to customize a robe in two days. Please help me take a look at it then.”
"Deal."
The beautiful woman smiled and left.”
"Alright!"
……
After sending Sister Hong off.
Qin Fei divided the noodles into two bowls. He put one bowl in the fridge and kept the other bowl for himself.
He didn't have a big appetite. When he was practicing martial arts in the past, his master only let him eat half full. He said that eating too much would make him sleepy and affect his practice.
Since then, Qin Fei's appetite had never been too big.
Hu Lulu finished a bowl of Zhajiang noodles.
Qin Fei quickly washed the bowls and locked the door. After returning the bowls to Sister Hong, he followed the path to the pear garden.
This was the place where he used to practice.
Ever since his master was seriously ill, the number of guests had decreased. In the end, he had no choice but to close the door.
He opened the door.
It was very clean and tidy inside, thanks to Qin Fei's frequent cleaning.
Qin Fei walked to the main hall.
He lit up three incense sticks and bowed to the heaven and earth in the hall. Then, he inserted them into the incense burner.
"Master, I will become the Masked King as the female lead and take the first step in my life. You don't have to worry.”
Qin Fei bowed deeply. At this moment, two voices suddenly came from behind him.
"Eh? Why is the pear garden open again?"
He looked over.
Two old men walked in.
"It's been a long time since I've been here, but this place hasn't changed. I wonder how Old Master Lin is doing…"
"Master passed away."
Qin Fei walked in front of the two of them and saw their eyes darken.
"Ah, I see."
"Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer pear orchards. There's no place to listen to opera in the city.”
The grandpa shook his head in disappointment.
The opera was definitely their memory. Everyone must have had the experience of leaning against the wall and listening to the opera.
But now.
In the era of great entertainment, opera gradually faded from the stage of history. Fewer and fewer people listened to opera. This was also a kind of sorrow of the era.
" Back then, Old Master Lin even promised to sing me a song about the Drunken Concubine. Unfortunately, I can't hear it anymore. Now, I want to find another place in this city that can sing it, but there aren't many who are willing to sing it!”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Qin Fei's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Maybe-there's a place that still has more!”
"Where?"
"I'm a Singer!"
The two old men were silent for a moment.”
Qin Fei shook his head and said nothing.
Perhaps it was fate.
He would complete his master's unfinished wish.
……
He left the pear garden.
Qin Fei received a call from Hong Tao.
"Little Qin, send me the songs for the next episode. I want to show them to the band teachers first.”
"Good!"
In fact, after listening to Qin Fei's song, Hong Tao was looking forward to his next song.
Of course.
While he was looking forward to it, he was also a little worried.
This was because Chiling's standard was too high, and she had given the audience too much hope. If Qin Fei's second song couldn't surpass Chiling-
Qin Fei was in danger!
Looking at the song sent by the other party, Hong Tao said excitedly,
"Drunken Concubine?"
This seemed to be a title for a show, right?
He continued reading.
" That year's snowflakes fell and plum blossoms bloomed."
"That year, there were too many worries left by the Huaqing Pool."
……
"Love and hate are in an instant"
"Toast my cup to the moon, my love is like the sky."
The more he read, the deeper Hong Tao's frown became. This was not good. This song was very ordinary.
Compared to Chiling-
He had really lost too much!
Suddenly.
A word appeared in Hong Tao's mind.
His talent had run out!
Pills!
……
[F * ck, the big shots are so fierce! This is the second chapter of the update!] I won't say anything else. Let me take a break and update crazily tomorrow morning!!!
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