The live broadcast ended at around eight o'clock in the evening.
The program had just ended.
Wang Yi's grandfather, Wang Kangyu, walked out of the house with a walking stick.
Ten minutes later, he knocked on the door knocker of an old house.
After a long time.
The door opened and an old man with white hair walked out. He was also holding a walking stick.
The white-haired old man rubbed his eyes and cursed.
"Old Wang, are you sick or something?
You smashed my house in the middle of the night!"
This white-haired old man was Wang Fuyu's old buddy.
They were from the same village and had grown up together naked.
When they were young, they would climb trees to catch birds and go down the river to catch fish.
Young people go out to work together and earn money!
When they grew old, they would play together and sit on the wall to bask in the sun.
Wang Kangyu had two greatest interests in his life. One was cigarettes, and the other was acting.
This white-haired old man had two good points!
One was wine, and the other was a show.
A few decades ago.
At that time, there were still opera troupes.
Wang Kangyu had an eye bar in his mouth. When he sang a few lines on stage, he would smash a few mouthfuls off the stage, listening with relish.
As for this white-haired old man, he only had a small bottle of wine in his hand. When he stood up on the stage, he also took out a small bottle of wine and took a few sips.
Later, the troupe was gone.
The two of them shared a radio.
Especially in winter, he would find a corner that was sheltered from the wind and sun and squat down.
Put a radio in the middle.
One smoked a cigarette while the other smashed a bottle of wine.
It wasn't boring…
Actually, at their age, when they were young.
There was no television or tape recorder.
The only thing he could use to pass the time was this show.
Later on, he had the conditions, but this taste could not be changed.
This was also the biggest reason why most old people liked to listen to opera.
As for the friendship between the two of them, it could not be said that they had lived through life, but it was about the same.
However, it was obvious.
The white-haired old man, who was disturbed from his sleep, was very dissatisfied with Wang Kangyu.
"There's more!
Didn't I tell you to call me if there's anything?
I can't do anything else, but I can still find the button for this phone!”
Wang Kangyu rolled his eyes.
I'm not used to it.
Besides, at my age, it's not like we don't see each other every time we meet.”
When the white-haired old man heard this, he lost his temper.
The door opened.
"Come in.
Tell me, why are you looking for me so late at night?
You brought me wine?"
As Wang Kangyu walked into his room, he said angrily," You're already so old, yet you still drink."
Aren't you afraid of drinking yourself to death?"
The old man was not convinced." Didn't you smoke the same?"!
Don't worry, I won't be able to drink it even if you beat me to death.
I drink to strengthen my body, but your smoking is harmful!”
Wang Kangyu sighed." I can't help it. This is the best…"
At this point, he finally remembered the purpose of his visit.
"Oh right, Old Bai! Take out your tape recorder!"
The white-haired old man called Lao Bai did not comment.
She walked shakily into the room and took out a large Walkman from somewhere." I don't use that thing anymore.
My grandson bought me a small slightly.
It will make a sound when you press it!"
This time, it was Wang Kangyu's turn to be anxious." Old Bai!
Where were the two tape recordings?
It was that Xiao Yuan who sang the two plays.
One is "Dingjun Mountain" and the other is "Drum Scolding Cao."”
"The magnetic powder has fallen off.
However, I have three of Xiao Yuan's plays in this small slightly!
Except for Mt. Dingjun and Beat the Drum and Curse Cao!
There was also the Empty City Stratagem and Huang Biao Selling Horses.
My granddaughter downloaded it for me!
It was said that someone had recorded it in the theater before, and ordinary people couldn't find it online.
Haha...
Do you want to hear it? If you want to hear it, exchange it with wine!"
The white-haired old man was very proud when he said this.
He kept shaking the old man's mini slightly in his hand, showing off to Wang Kangyu.
Wang Kangyu was amused.
If it was before, he would really be envious of this thing.
Boss Xiang was Xiao Yuan from back then.
He didn't leave many images behind.
At that time, cell phones were not as popular as they are now.
But now, he clearly had a bigger trump card.
That was the reason why he came to find his old friend tonight.
Wang Kangyu smiled at the old man.
"Didn't you ask me why I called you so late?
To tell you the truth, I saw Xiao Yuan on TV.”
"What's so great about being on TV? I've seen his shows online too.”The white-haired old man sneered.
This time, Wang Kangyu dragged out his tone." What I see is the current Xiao Yuan, the Xiao Yuan who has grown up!”
" What??!!!" In an instant, the white-haired old man lost his composure!
After a short moment of shock, the white-haired old man asked a series of questions.
"Where did you see it? Was he still singing?
Had he sold the warehouse? Why didn't I know?!"
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