Chapter 26

Red Star Theater is at the intersection of the old commercial street, opposite Pinghai Plaza.

The latter is famous in a giant bronze sculpture standing in it, about twenty meters high.

It is said that this strange thing is Pinghe River God.

Unfortunately, it is a bit irresistible. While the creator vividly shows his long beard, he also does not lose his plump breasts.

So I stood in the huge shadow and raised my face to admire it for a while.

Not only me, many pedestrians also stopped here and even took photos with it.

Inevitably, I preserve the medium of light ingestion with my breasts as a wonderful memory of others.

The only regret is probably that I was wearing a sniper vest and waving a mineral water bottle on the broken car. I felt an inexplicable weirdness in the blue sky and the white day.

At least my mother thought so.

She threw a towel over me, frowned slightly: Don’t you find the shirt?Look at your outfit!

I had to laugh and said I didn't know.

In fact, of course, it is because the vest and the trousers are more comfortable.

You, my mother wants to speak but stops. Forget it, I don’t need to talk about you anymore. The longer I grow, the better I am, I am better off. I am so clean and neat when I was a child.

This time I didn't laugh, but glanced at the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite me, maybe it was pressed in the cabinet for too long, and there were indeed more pleats on the vest, which made my mother in a black long skirt next to me more smooth and clean.

But everyone else laughed, men, women, young and old, one of them fell.

Among them, Zhang Fengtang smiled the most happily. She danced the water sleeves in a charming way and said: Very great, your mother doesn't want you, so why would you be your son for your aunt?

Don't laugh, that's what it said.

Did you hear that? My mother glanced at me, came up, grabbed the vest and supported her hard. What do you think of your aunt as mom?

She spoke softly, carrying a tingling smile, and sprayed it on my neck without warning.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet and the lights were too bright.

Everyone was gone, as if they were waiting for my answer.

I thought I should smile, but the towel lies on my hands, making me stiffer.

Fortunately, the phone rang at this time, it was bloody, but it was urgent.

As I walked out of the rehearsal room quickly, I burst into laughter.

When I come in again, everyone is busy in an orderly manner.

He was wearing makeup, squeezing his voice, and he was talking to himself like a psychopath who practiced lines, and he was dancing with guns and sticks as if he had just hit the flower fruit mountain.

Zheng Xiangdong led the two of them to carry props, and they were in full swing.

Perhaps it was the mission of the deputy commander, and from time to time, he would slap twice and say: Comrades, it’s all right!

Or just: Small fork Ah fork, I think you are the most leisurely, so if you can’t take a day off?

This person is of medium figure and has a thin skin. He passes through the crowd like a bleached monkey.

When he saw me, he said: Come?

I had no choice but to say: Here we are.

He nodded and patted my shoulder: It's good to be here.

What's good?

I don't understand what this means at all.

There is no choice but to smile foolishly.

However, Xiao Zheng ignored it and rushed out in a flash, with the spare key chain jingling in the corridor.

The entire basement is about 600 to 700 square meters, and three compartments are built, a warehouse, a locker room, and two bathrooms are used as rehearsal rooms.

At this moment, my mother put on makeup in the southeast corner, drooping her shoulders with soft silk, and a dazzling light danced from time to time as she swayed.

The troupe has more than 40 people, and the daily performance lineup is roughly in its early thirties. If the piano player is removed, there are only about twenty main actors.

Today we basically got together for a while, which was the premiere of "Flowers for Media New Editing".

As you expected, the script was written by my mother.

In her words, it was all right and it was made up.

Nowadays, only a few provincial Ping Theater have occasionally released new works, and the frequency is two or three years. We can only do it on the edges and corners.

Regarding this matter, my mother discussed it with me very seriously during the winter vacation last year.

Why did the topic start? I can't remember it. I only remember her voice was like the lingering heat in a bowl, so tired that I didn't have a trace of weight.

According to her, there are two main problems facing the development of Ping Opera at the moment: First, the script is out of touch with the times, let alone reflect the lives of ordinary people, it is natural that it cannot attract young audiences; Second, young talents are scarce, and the average age of actors is above 40 years old. In extreme cases, the old man has to play a young actor.

That's right, she picked up Zheng Xiangdong at that time.

I thought it was a bit funny and almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

My mother glared at me.

So I looked sad and asked what to do.

What to do, just don’t leave any glutinous rice balls in the bowl.

My mother smiled, but her eyes were as loud as a blade.

While he was stunned, he shoved someone on his waist and a clear voice sounded from behind: Oh, Lin Lin is here, and he thought he was a little drama fan from where to beat him.

Although I haven't run to the troupe a few times, I still know a few familiar faces. Most of the elites of the era that have only achieved fruitful results in Pinghai opera are here.

The person who came was named Li, and he had a name like Xia in his name, which was about five or six years older than me.

She is not an elite, but she is a real young actor. I heard that she just became her daughter-in-law for Pinghai Lu last year.

As for whether it was my mother's matchmaking or the unexpected gains of business dealings (many of the troupe's stage props are customized in Lu's handicraft workshop), it is unknown.

I quickly let the mother's towel in my hand and smiled.

It's vacation?

Miss Xia is small and exquisite, with almond eyes and peach cheeks. She is now wearing a short pink jacket. Today, Zhang Wuke is probably the one who belongs to her.

I did have a holiday, so I nodded.

It turned out that well, she turned her little face deep into the crowd and sang, Comrades, it's time to eat!

At this moment, two young men holding huge figures entered in like a tail sound, which scared me.

With the noise, my mother walked towards the door.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was less than eleven o'clock.

Alas, Li Xxia pounded my ribs and she was too rude. Lin Lin also tasted our working meal?It depends on what your mother usually eats.

I shook my head at her, and then shook my head at my mother.

I said: If you don’t have this blessing, there will be something wrong later.

That's what I really said.

So Sister Xia cut and said that there would be a big meal waiting.

Naturally, my mother didn't hear it, so she almost repeated Li Xxia's invitation two seconds later.

I had no choice but to shake my head again and say I want to go to Xiaolizhuang.

My mother curled her lips, took the towel from my hand, and looked at Li Xxia: How about it?Our son is not stupid, Ah?

To show my agreement, Sister Xia pounded my ribs again: Not only is she not stupid, but she is also smooth-mouthed. She just said that she had no good fortune.

There was no way, and the moment my mother's eyes swept over, I almost sweated like rain.

When I came out of the basement, I happened to meet Zheng Xiangdong.

My mother asked him to have dinner soon, but he waved his hand and I didn't understand what he muttered.

Zhang Ling dialect is closer to Jin dialect. There is a big gap between local dialect in Hepinghai, and I am confused when the speed of speaking is faster.

So I asked: What?

What's wrong?

What did Xiao Zheng say about him?

Bah, you're very brave!My mother slapped me on the back, "You are the ones who call Xiao Zheng?"Not polite at all!

It was like the one performed in a bloody TV series. Before he finished speaking, Xiao Zheng slammed behind him and rushed out.

He hugged the rope tied up and said with a smile: It's okay, it's okay, it's kind.

This time he used Pinghai dialect.

Of course, I was slapped twice on the back, and the sweat I was holding in my pores finally surged out.

At this moment, the stage has been laid with carpets and tables, chairs and benches, and even fruits and snacks have declined. It is obvious that the layout is that the Li family’s lobby has not run away.

Xiao Zheng and a pirate zither pushed out a big red background wall from behind the curtain like a magic trick. It was so simple that I had no intention of delving into whether the material was cloth or paper.

According to my mother, this is already a medium-to-high prop in current opera performances.

There is no way Ah.

She sighed softly.

Yes, there is no way.

Like the current Red Star Theater, although it was contracted by the Fengwu Theater, it had to engage in supplementary performances such as other troupes and other operas, including crosstalk and even dramas and singers.

Survival first, you have to take your time.Grandma said so.Although in her opinion, all art/entertainment forms except Pingju and some crosstalk should be banned.

Before leaving, Zheng Xiangdong actually called me.He said: Why, let’s leave now?Don't watch the show anymore?

Maybe why, I always feel that his tone is extremely indignant.So when the sunlight hit me, I said to my mother: My aunt just called me and there was a major negotiation.

Oh, what's the big deal?

I said it was a legal question, but who knows.

Then you have to do basic skills and don’t talk nonsense.My mother took my arm and smiled filled the hot air.

Isn't it going to divorce my uncle?I smiled.Why do you have to ask God if you have such a sentence?

What are you talking about? Mother stopped and frowned. He said nonsense, what's the point of talking nonsense?She was really angry, her eyes were full of fire, and her crow's feet jumped out.

Of course, I immediately became dirty and even the sound of my feet rubbing against the ground disappeared.

Even though the newborn-like cultural complex was right in front of me, even if I could almost smell the iron smell of bureaucratic capital, even if I stretched out my hand, I still couldn't pick a word out of my throat.

I'll move it inside these two days.After a while, my mother spoke first.

Um.

Well, what's right, virtue!

She squeezed me.

Out of ridiculous self-esteem, I don't intend to respond immediately.

Unexpectedly, my mother put her face over. She was so close that she made me feel itchy in my heart.

I had to turn my face over the other side.

She laughed, as light as the tail of spring.

It was not until I stood at the intersection of the old commercial street that my mother raided me, and she still smiled: Oh, how did you come here?

I pointed to the broken bicycle locked on the French sycamore not far away.

Isn't the battery car specifically charging you?

have no idea.

I don’t know again, I see you Ah, the longer you grow, the more naughty it becomes.Look at your shorts, Ah, and slippers, it’s really not to mention you.

When I got on the bike, my mother said again: Don’t drink alcohol today, otherwise don’t go home.

I smiled and said yes.

But she hugged her arms and sighed: You have grown up, and mom can't even see you.

My mother said the same thing last night.

When I got home, I was early 10 o'clock. As soon as I entered the door, she stood up: If you don't urge you, you won't know what time it will be.

So I looked at my phone and told her.

Why, have you drunk?Not admitting it yet!Before I could change my shoes, my mother had already arrived at the entrance.beer.

It's so annoying.

She frowned and raised her hand to hit me.

But my father didn't think so. He said: If you are annoying, you will be afraid of it.

Grandma adds fuel to the fire: If you don’t learn well, you can teach him a lesson!

It was already this time, and she hadn't yet had a rest, which was really shocking.

However, when I sat down on the sofa, the surprise just now disappeared immediately. Pinghai Channel was replaying the "Cultural Lai Hong". Isn't the mother sitting on the screen at this moment?

Grandma looked so focused and couldn't even take a look at me.

My father was just holding a small plate of peanuts with beer.

He glanced at me several times, and even wanted to invite me to knock on me, but unfortunately he opened his mouth and disappeared.

As for my mother, I went to the kitchen to make tea, even though I kept saying it was not necessary.

After listening for a while, my grandmother suddenly said: This female host, hey, peace, isn't that who?

I subconsciously dripped a little light on the floor.

The eyes were a delicate woman in her forties and fifties. She was very thin, very white, but there was a light floating around her, like the lead gray color that overflowed from the bottom when the huge white clouds rolled past in summer.

She wore a big earring, which was too eye-catching.

To be honest, from the styling, it is very similar to the one worn by Junior Brother Sha when he was in a misstep.

Strangely, I didn't notice this person that morning.

Unfortunately, my father did not respond in time, and there was only the sound of chewing peanuts.

While I was hesitating whether to ask additional questions, his boss finally spoke up and said, before that, he sipped the beer: Li Xuemei Ah.

I thought he would say something, but nothing.

Grandma didn't say anything either.

So I asked: Who is Li Xuemei?

It's peanuts again.

I bet my father glanced at me, as if he only realized that his son could speak, and it was really a treasure that fell from the sky.

He said: Li Xuemei, Ah, you forgot that in the past, the news broadcast was all about her anchor, Chen Jianguo's wife, the former top leader of the TV station. Now, after hearing this, it seems that a picture of a man and a woman sitting up and down in front of the camera is really emerging in front of me.

This opened my eyes.

My mother brought out a bowl of tea.

Now, my father looked up at the ceiling at a forty-five degrees, as if he had retreated. Is there any place in the Women's Federation?CPPCC?Is it in the CPPCC?

He faced his mother.

The latter carefully put the tea down, patted my shoulder and said be careful to perm it, and then stroked his hair: I don’t know, probably right.

It seems that the city is really interested in Pingju, Ah, and traditional culture, and Li Xuemei has invited her to come out of the mountain.

My father crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

He even pushed the cigarette box towards me.

My mother slammed her mouth dissatisfiedly, putting her hands firmly on my shoulders. This was my mother last night, always standing behind me, without moving at all.

When the white-faced scholar jumped out, the grandmother who had been silent for a while turned her face: Xiuqin knows many people yet.

Bullshit, Niu Xiuqin is a fart. Her father sniffed a cigarette and almost jumped on the sofa. She was just a sesame seed, so how could she be so capable?

After saying that, he looked at his mother, then looked at me, and finally turned to grandma.

The latter didn't look at him, sat upright, and didn't know what to mutter.

For a moment, Chen Jianjun's voice became particularly strange, as if he was chanting an eulogy in front of the manuscript.

Every squirming of nasolabial folds makes people suffer.

Regarding Niu Xiuqin, I hope my mother can say something, but she just beat me and said: Drink tea.

However, my grandma leaned over and slapped my thigh. While her lips moved, she glanced at her father: That physiotherapy device was given by your aunt Xiuqin. I’ve been left with this TV, famous brands!

I don't understand what she means, I just know that it's time to relax my bladder, which has been tight for a long time.

Chen Jianjun hasn't finished the battle yet after he came out of the bathroom.As the gods and ghosts were sent to the devil, a word came out of my mouth: Who is Lao Chongde?

It seemed like there was something wrong with my ears, and the three people in the living room did not react at all.

When I sat down again, my father said: Old Chongde is from the county public security bureau. Later, the district was changed to a city. He was a deputy director.

I took a sip of tea and said.

He was still unsatisfied: he was also benefiting from the resistance to the United States and aid Korea, and was a machine gunner at that time.I heard from your grandfather that Lao Chongde was born with a tantrum. He urinated and continued to hit the machine gun without oil. Tsk tsk, this became a typical example.Mom, just one person has become a typical example!

I didn't know what to say, so I could only sigh with my father.

My mother patted me and said she would go to bed first, and there would be an important performance tomorrow.

I nodded.

She told me to remember to finish the tea.

I said OK.

Anyway, she sighed, and quietly, you have grown up, and mom can't bear to see you.

From the old commercial street to Xiaolizhuang, it almost passes through half a flat sea.

My aunt is not at home.

In fact, no one is at home.

The whole yard was empty, and the beautiful man was driving more and more beautifully.

I had no choice but to rush into the small restaurant in sweat.

The diners in groups of three or three raised their heads in surprise, either feasting or careful.

I called my uncle and he poked his head out of the kitchen.

Yo!

He said, after all, waved the long spoon, hot?

Isn't this nonsense?

I fucked the bottle of carbonated drinks in the refrigerator.

It's just hot, almost thirty degrees today.

I don't plan to take care of him again before finishing the compound in my hand.

My uncle shook it out and asked me what to eat.

I asked my aunt.

He said: I'm back to my parents' home!

Yes, that's what he said.

So I immediately sprayed out a Coca-Cola Spring with considerable effects.

Of course, it turns out that I was thinking too much.

My aunt didn’t want to consult about the divorce, but wanted to know if it was reliable to buy rural homesteads now.

Of course it is not reliable in theory. As for judicial practice, I said I have to study it.

Yes, research, that's what I said.

I'm ready for all the sarcasm.

But my uncle said: You have to study it carefully, my uncle's second half of his life will be in your hands.

After eating jelly, I was asked by my uncle to deliver food to the fish pond.

It turns out that this is the real purpose of tying me to Xiaolizhuang.

My father's knife cut, grandpa's kelp soup, several other people and other fancy noodles, as well as a few bottles of beer and cigarettes, made me run two or three times.

Once upon a time, fishing also became a fashionable quirk, let alone in an artificial pond.

According to my father, the key to setting up a fishing pond is to grasp the difficulty and let the guests experience a subtle and happy sense of accomplishment.

He was right, and now his grandfather was wandering in this sense of accomplishment and was unable to extricate himself.

It was not until I served lunch that he threw away his homemade fishing rod and allowed me to control it for the time being.

He always fishes for shrimp.

He always pointed at the bucket and said he would stay for dinner tonight.

He is always addicted to playing.

The sycamore is very old, tall and very big.

It has shade, not too hot, but it is not cool either.

So I asked my grandfather why he didn't go to the show.

He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, rapped all his life, and he couldn't get along too well, let alone his daughter.

Dizzy Ah.

After snoring, he raised his head from the sea bowl.

I had nothing to say, so I had to lit a cigarette.

Soon, grandpa regained control, and it was hard for him to eat it when he was old.

I held a bottle of beer and decided to wander around my own fields like a migrant worker returning home.

My father sat under the old elm tree in front of the fishing house.

Like me, he was drinking a bottle of beer.

On the red painted wooden table next to it, almost all the entertainment methods of the pre-electrification era were displayed: poker, chess, "Water Margin" and a copper-version health magazine that exposed women's thighs.

The magazine will fictionalize some humble names and then describe as much as possible the difficulties they have encountered in their sexual life in a pity and erotic tone.

After that, it will propose solutions, which are often some common sense in life, so your life will usher in a major turning point.

As far as I know, it has helped many teenagers successfully masturbate, including me.

So when I saw it, I laughed.

My father also laughed and asked me if I would leave on the sixth.

I said let's see.

He invited me to fish again.

I said it was meaningless.

What's interesting?!

He patted the table, his lips moving, but there was no sound.

I don't know how to react.

Fortunately, the head in front of me swayed and then raised my father and said in a humorous tone: How about assigning a task to you?

How about it? The two words were not said, but that's what he meant.

Good Ah.

I said.

Feed the pigs.

He threw out a bunch of keys.

I picked it up, and as soon as I took two steps, my father burst into laughter.

Yes, the guy laughed really hard, his belly under his white vest was trembling rapidly.

You really go to Ah!He said.Can you feed me?He said again.My father patted his thighs and tears flowed out.So he wiped off his tears and said: I'll go feed the pig. You can grab some ginkgo leaves under the gable walls. Your grandma has been nagging for two days.

After repeated confirmation, I finally found the ginkgo trees that my father had carefully cultivated for medicinal use outside the gable on the west side.

His thumb is thick and weak like a patient with hyperthyroidism.

After carefully picking half of the leaves, I finally felt a cruel wind blowing away the clouds.

So they simply drowned among the increasingly ferocious vines at the base of the wall and disappeared.

Out of some guilt, I urinated at the ginkgo tree.

I think this will help them thrive and look radiant sooner or later.

I took my shorts and looked around the fields, and walked along the path to the end.

As I turned around the corner of the wall, I tied the plastic bag in my hand.

Of course, the shit was still there, but it became more dry and harder than two days ago.

In physics, this is a very interesting process.

Zhang Fengtang's urine disappeared, it disappeared in the soft soil, just like my aunt had never squatted there.

This is naturally in line with the laws of physics.

So I'm not surprised.

I walked around the place where peeing once existed.

Of course, it's not feet, it's eyes.

There is nothing but a slight old shit.

Further afield, the weeds are surging and the green is exaggerated.

Everything is so normal that it is refreshing.

I lit a cigarette, stood in the mottled sunshine of the woods, and let the cool breeze of nature feel refreshed.

Later, I looked up and saw a black stocking.

I guess yes.

It climbed a piece of tree branch with a very pussy pussy, high above, dancing so heart-shaking.

I took a deep breath of cigarette.

The sky in the 21st century is still so blue.