Senior Superstar

The picture of the video seemed to be frozen at the moment when Li Shixin hugged Xiaodouzi's body and howled at the dark cloudy sky.

Outside the screen, a Jinghu solo sounded.

It is "Deep Night" born out of Kunqu Opera "Si Fan".

Amidst the melancholy and melodious sound of Jinghu, like a meandering river meeting a rock, the actors in the hall came out silently one by one, and stood behind Yu Wenshan.

Seeing Yu Wenshan hugging Xiaodouzi tightly in the picture, his blue veins tensed, his mouth trembling and screaming silently at the sky, the hearts of netizens were broken!

"Yamamoto, I am your ancestor!"

"What did the kid do to you? Fuck me! If I can't see this little Japanese dog leash within three minutes, I'll just unload Chadou!"

"When a nation occupies another nation for the purpose of conquest, the individual rights and interests of the status nation are like animals. Whether to raise them in captivity after brainwashing, or directly kill them all depends on the mood of the superior nation. This is the sorrow of the weak! "

"When I was a freshman, I had a strange roommate who always said that rising was useless. He believed that the various situations and international crises facing our country today were all due to the struggle for international sovereignty. According to his thinking, as long as we obediently become a comprador of a big country, the country will also It can also develop very well like Japan and South Korea. After hearing his remarks, I decisively rented a house outside the school. I am afraid that if we get along for a long time, I will become a fool like him. Every time I see something like This video, I really want to send him to have a look."

"The character of Yamamoto has made me shudder since this part came out. His face is always kind and polite, and he always gives people the feeling of a gentleman. Even when he kills, his gentleman is just a It's a kind of mask, and the one under the mask is a devil! Such a person is too scary."

"Yu Wenshan! Alas. Ever since he took over the opera troupe from his master, he has always wanted to be a guardian. But who has he protected? He can't protect the master, he can't protect Xiaoyuehong. The only time he guarded Lai Xiaoyue, in the end, I still exchanged the little beans from the newsletter for one. Sigh."

"Who can he protect? Whether it's against Boxers, warlords, Japanese, or gangsters who have a crush on Xiaoyuehong, he is an insignificant person who can be manipulated at will! Looking at the one you love People left one by one, and there was nothing I could do. It was suffocating!"

"Mr. Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman" sounded inexplicably, the era of cannibalism!"

"Looking at Yu Wenshan's appearance, I really feel like there is a stone stuck in my throat. This old actor's TM acting skills exploded!"

With the end of the fourth act "Deep Night" in the finale, the barrage ushered in the first wave of climax.

Amidst the rolling barrage and comments, the plot is still going on;

Xiaodouzi is dead, but the predicament of the family-making class is not over yet.

In fact, not only the family-making class, but also the prominent and famous actors in Sijiu City have all received the "notification" from Yamamoto.

The Liyuan Tour in Beijing rarely gathered in the Huihuilou, which had been taken down by the married class, and sat down to discuss matters related to this performance.

"Masters, I don't need to say that everyone has seen the situation. The Japanese have held back their efforts for more than ten years. This time they will fight, and I am afraid that the country will really die. I heard that there are many gentlemen in Pingjin. My lord, they have already voted for the Pingjin Autonomous Government as traitors. This time, Yamamoto’s show is supposed to draw these people out, and let everyone from all walks of life see the Japanese battle. Everyone, I don’t know what you say? "

In the silence, Daankui's class leader, Lao Zhang, put down the cigarette pot that had been on for a long time, and sighed.

"If you want me to say that those who eat meat on weekdays have defected to the Japanese, let's not compare ourselves to this group of opera singers, right?"

Master Su from Liancheng Class interjected weakly.

"fart!"

Immediately, someone slapped the table and stood up.

"This opera is handed down from the ancestors. It can be sung for the sky, it can be sung for the earth, it can be sung for the emperor, it can be sung for ordinary people, and it can be sung for the beggars and Huazi kilns. But let our Ansheng class sing it for us. Those little Japanese who killed my brothers and sisters and raped my compatriots and sisters sang for those traitors who forget their ancestors and are willing to be dogs. Anyway, our Ansheng class can’t sing this tune! Everyone Su wants to sing, you can sing it yourself.”

"Hey you, don't I mean that our pear garden is so contemptuous that it's not worth hitting a pebble with a rock?"

"Contemptible? Go and see on the street, the beggar Raibao is singing anti-Japanese! Let's treat Liyuan as a dog and give the Japanese a gun?"

Following the scolding by Liu Kui, the boss of Ansheng Class, the auditorium in Huihui Building fell into silence.

"Old rules, draw it right. If you agree not to sing, raise your hand."

Among the dozens of teams, large and small, only people from the Ansheng class and a few small teams raised their hands.

"you!"

Looking at the group of colleagues sitting on the chairs with their heads lowered and eyes dodging, Liu Kui clenched his teeth.

"Ha. Good, good."

At this time, Yu Wenshan, who was sitting in the corner, stood up silently.

"This play, our family class will sing the first scene."

"Boss Yu, you!"

Looking at Yu Wenshan whose face was still stained with blood, Liu Kui widened his eyes.

"I think you've been scared out of your wits by the Japanese bastard box! Is your apprentice dead for nothing? I, I, bah!"

After spitting on Yu Wenshan's coat, the Ansheng class left angrily.

Looking at Yu Wenshan, who was drooling and his face remained unchanged, everyone present also dispersed in embarrassment.

In the Huihui building, silence was restored.

"Master, do you really want to bring Xiaoyue back and sing for the Japanese?"

In the shadows, a girl with red and swollen eyes silently stood behind Yu Wenshan.

That is Xiaoyun, the third generation pillar of the family class after Xiaoyue.

"Go and call Boss Liu back."

"Master."

"After you call back, you gather everyone in the class to pack up."

"Master, what is this for?"

Facing his apprentice's astonishment, Yu Wenshan smiled miserably.

His gaze was like moonlight, passing over the beams and trees of the Huihui Building, and finally fell on Xiaoyun.

"I haven't kept it all my life."

"When the bone is broken, Xi... will die."

After muttering a few words, Yu Wenshan waved at Xiaoyun.

"Go ahead and invite Boss Liu back."

Netizens who almost forgot to post the barrage after seeing the fifth act, realized something.

"End! Yu Wenshan can't think about it!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you can think about it or not. If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to hold on."

"Being trampled on is worse than dying. Yu Wenshan probably died the night Xiao Yuehong was insulted."

In the sparse barrage, the plot is still going on.

Boss Liu is back.

Boss Liu left again.

When he came back, Boss Liu walked in cursing.

When leaving, Boss Liu bowed deeply to Huihui Building.

The family class got together.

The family class broke up again.

During the gathering, dozens of half-grown children stood in the compound of the family-making class with their burdens on their backs, crying like motherless babies.

When it was over, a group of actors kowtowed three times to Xiaodouzi who was still parked in the courtyard and Yu Wenshan who was sitting in a daze on the teacher's chair with a stack of closed books.

"Master."

Xiaoyun, who was the last to leave, walked in front of Yu Wenshan with a small burden on her back.

"Let's go. Let's go. Get out of this door and live a good life."

He waved his hand, snapped, and threw the thick stack of closed books into the brazier next to Xiaodouzi's body.

The flames illuminated the compound of the home-making class.