Chapter 406 402. The same singing style as Lao Wan

The door does open.

Luo Yihang was very proud and boasted in his heart.

If you want to fight with me, I am the best at dealing with old men.

"Mr. Gonggong, you also like to listen to opera, so I put a video at the door of your house. It's not against the law, right?"

He looks so nagging, he must have been infected by Qi Ruomu.

Uncle Gonggong was already anxious, and Luo Yihang did this.

The angry old man raised his hand and hit Luo Yihang on the head.

Luo Yihang tilted his head subconsciously, but failed to dodge.

Pa~~
Especially crisp sound.

"Son of a bitch, will you tell me?"

"Mr. Gonggong, you are cursing in the street."

Uncle Gougou didn't waste any words and raised his hand again.

Luo Yihang immediately backed off and asked with a flattering face, "Mr. Gonggong, what did you think of the Gonggong opera just now?"

Both '桄桄's pronunciation was deliberately emphasized.

Grandpa Gonggong said unhappily, "It's a complete mess."

"What if it was sung by a teenage kid?"

After hearing this, Grandpa Gou Gou became anxious, "Where did this little kid come from!"

Luo Yihang quickly took out his mobile phone and clicked to play.

"Look."

The video shows the performance filmed at the troupe this afternoon.

A dozen little kids, dressed in the costumes of the Gonggong opera, babbled on the stage. Due to time constraints, they did not put on makeup.

Revealing a lot of childish faces.

Uncle Luo Luo grabbed Luo Yihang's wrist, pushed him away, and squinted his eyes to watch carefully.

In just a few seconds, Luo Yihang felt his wrist getting tighter and tighter. The knuckles of Grandpa Gougo's hand that was holding his wrist turned white, veins popped out, and he was getting tighter and tighter.

Then look at Grandpa Gonggong's face.

The corners of the old man's mouth began to twitch and his eyes turned red.

He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "GaoGao... is... still... here! And... Wawa Xue..."

Luo Yihang panicked when he heard this.

Shit, maybe this is the wrong way around, maybe there is a grudge between them...

Just thinking about it.

Grandpa Gonggong suddenly turned his head and asked loudly: "Where is this!"

The old man is just old, not confused. Luo Yihang himself is in the video, so it must be newly filmed.

Luo Yihang replied, "Nanzheng Guoguo Opera Troupe."

Uncle Gonggong released Luo Yihang's wrist and put a smile on his face, but his eyes were still red, his expression was weird and awkward, and he laughed out loud.

"Okay, okay, there's also a theater troupe..."

This is even more frightening.

Then he immediately put away his smile and pulled Luo Yihang's arm again, "Hang boy, come on, take me to see it."

Luo Yihang tried to persuade him, "Mr. Gonggong, do you have a grudge against the troupe? We live in a society ruled by law now, so please don't do anything stupid. Gonggong Opera is now a national intangible cultural heritage and is protected."

"It's intangible cultural heritage." Grandpa Gonggong smiled again, "Who has a grudge against them? No, you idiot, just keep hesitating. Hurry up!"

"Really no hatred? No resentment?"

"Begging for a beating!"

The old man raised his hand again.

Luo Yihang muttered, "If you can't win the argument, just fight. An old man hits a child..."

Grandpa Luo Luo glared at him, and Luo Yihang immediately changed his expression and smiled, "It's a bit far, do you want to put on more clothes? Let's go and take a look."

Although Uncle Gougou is over 90 years old, he is in good health and his beatings can hurt a lot.

It is more than 30 kilometers from Ping'angou to Nanzheng Gugu Troupe, and it takes about 40 minutes to drive there. It is not a big problem for the old man to take a car.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when I got there, so he should not have finished get off work yet.

After listening to Luo Yihang's words, Grandpa Gonggong nodded and said, "Yes, you need to change your clothes."

After saying that, he turned and went back to the house.

Luo Yihang waited for a long time before Grandpa Gougou came out of the house.

Wow, he changed into a neat black Zhongshan suit, brand new black cloth shoes, his snow-white hair was combed neatly, and his back was straight.

Luo Yihang has lived for nearly 30 years and has been hanging around in Grandpa Gou's house since he was a child, but he has never seen him dressed like this. Luo Yihang smiled and said, "You are so handsome. You can be a groom if you dress up."

Grandpa Gonggong raised his hand, but put it down again for fear of wrinkling his clothes, and cursed, "Get lost, go get the car."

"Oh, okay~~"

Luo Yihang held his breath and hurried to drive.

The car drove to the door, and Grandpa Gonggong was helped to sit in and the seat was adjusted.

He stepped on the accelerator and drove down the mountain, heading straight for the Gugu Theater.
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On the road.

Uncle Gonggong didn't say a word.

Luo Yihang occasionally turned his head to look. Grandpa Gougo's face was sometimes smiling, sometimes sad, and sometimes his eyes were empty as he lost himself in memories.

It seems like a mixture of emotions.

Soon, we returned to the Gugu Troupe.

In order to avoid having to deal with two different people for one thing, I found Captain Zhang again.

Captain Zhang was very surprised. He had just been here in the afternoon, so why was he here again?
He also brought an old man with him.

Luo Yihang introduced, "I am sorry to trouble you again, Director Zhang. This is the elder in my family that I mentioned. After seeing the video we shot today, he wanted to know more about our Gugu Troupe."

Captain Zhang was so happy that he smiled and suggested, "No trouble, no trouble. Then let's go to the showroom?"

Grandpa Gonggong waved his hand and said, "Let's look at the kids first."

"They are the students who are performing today." Luo Yihang added.

Captain Zhang hesitated for a moment and glanced at Grandpa Gou Gou. "They are on the second floor, there is no elevator..."

The old man looks too old. Can he climb the stairs?
Uncle Gonggong understood what he meant and waved his hand, "It's okay, it's fine."

"Then you come with me."

Captain Zhang led the two into the small theater.

Luo Yihang supported Grandpa Luo Luo and went up the stairs on the side of the stage.

The upper floor is separated by a corridor in the middle.

A series of small houses on the right.

On the left side, facing the sun, there is only one room, a practice room as big as a classroom.

After Uncle Gou Gou came up, he hadn't even caught his breath when he saw the training room at a glance.

He pushed away Luo Yihang's support, walked quickly to the window, and looked inside through the glass.

At this time, the young students of the Gugu Troupe were practicing inside.

Led by the very old teacher Xu whom I had just met, they practiced walking in a proper posture.

More than fifty little kids lined up in rows, practicing basic skills in an orderly manner.

When Uncle Gonggong saw this scene, tears started to flow.

Why are you still crying?

Luo Yihang and Captain Zhang hurried over to persuade them.

This advice doesn't matter, just make some noise.

Teacher Xu walked out of the practice room angrily.

He frowned and asked, "Captain Zhang, please don't interrupt the teaching."

The voice is clear and high.

Grandpa Gonggong looked in the direction of the voice and asked, "Girl, who is your master?"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand to his chest and gestured.

Teacher Xu was stunned. She was over seventy years old, and for many years no one dared to call her "girl". They all called her "teacher" or "sir".

Then she looked at the person who called her. He was an old man with snow-white hair and beard and a face full of wrinkles.

There were traces of tears on her face, but a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

And the gesture he made...

Teacher Xu tried hard to recall for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

He raised his hand and made a similar gesture, then said in surprise: "You are... Lao Wanziban."

Grandpa Luo Luo laughed out loud, "It turns out to be a girl from the same class. The same class is still there, great, great."

Then he shook his head and sighed, "Old Wan Zi Class, there are still people who remember the old Wan Zi Class."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he was about to cry again.

They were both laughing and crying, worried that the old man couldn't bear it.

Teacher Xu quickly followed up the topic, but in fact he was diverting the topic, "Of course I remember, the singing style of Paodai Lao Wan is the same, on August 2nd, Lao Wan's class will definitely win the show."

(End of this chapter)