Chapter 82

There are restaurants, teahouses, hotels and bathhouses on both sides of the road, which is too crowded for two rickshaws to run by mistake.

It provides various essential educational and recreational activities for the middle and low-income people in Nancheng.

In these bustling crowds, Gu Zheng, who was running forward while watching the excitement, was suddenly attracted by one of the businesses.

In fact, on the street where you can pick up two pairs of trampled shoes in a random circle, the front door of the facade room in front is sparsely populated. People who want to pass by all round twice before passing nearby.

Ouch?

What else can't do business?

Even if you open a coffin shop in this street, it doesn't have bad business?

Let me see what's on?

Gu Zheng, who was watching as he ran, saw the huge sign hanging on the front of the house, "Dongli tea garden". Oh, it's an open teahouse.

It's strange that in this street where low-cost people gather, the business of the tea garden should not be bad?

How come the people passing here are like avoiding the plague. When they pass by their tea garden, they want to run away?

Before Gu Zheng finished his surprise, his own car was pulled to the door of the tea garden. As soon as he arrived near the teahouse, he immediately understood how the strange state here was caused.

The tea garden is different from the teahouse and teahouse where you like to go. A simple paddock with a stage, several long tables and tables and several supporting benches can be opened for business.

Most of the guests who come to the tea garden are people who find a place to relax after a hard day's work, shout a few good neighbors, and three or five people order a pot of tea and two or three plates of toothy snacks to fart and chat and kill time.

In the tea garden, the big play singing on the stage has become the background of their chatting.

In the gap between eating and drinking, listen to two sentences and make comments. It's also a different taste.

Although the standard of the opera troupes in this kind of tea garden is not too high, they are not as "challenging" as those in Dongli tea garden.

Now, the sound of ghosts and gods filled Gu Zheng's ears, and almost every one of them fell at the door of their house.

What did you sing!

Bai is blind to the elegant name of Dongli.

The waiter, who was in charge of organizing the guests at the door, couldn't help smiling bitterly after seeing the incredible expression on Gu Zheng's face: "my guest, don't you drink tea?"

He was embarrassed to ask the second sentence, but he could only explain it with a very lack of confidence: "the boss of our garden is a super fanatical ticket friend."

"Three theatrical troupes were invited back and forth in our garden. He was not satisfied. They all ran away. He didn't say that he had to dress up in person and said that he wanted to increase popularity in the garden."

"After a while, when he was tired of singing, he stopped. After all, the tea in our garden is still good..."

Who wants to drink your tea? It's getting dark. All the ghosts and ghosts have been recruited by your boss. Who dares to drink the tea here!!

At the gate of the tea garden, make complaints about him more annoying than Tucao.

Because after listening to so many ears, he found that even the most basic tone sung by the boss had gone thousands of miles.

Not only that... "The first emperor... Down to Nanyang... Down to Nanyang... Three requests for imperial driving..." even the skill of singing is stumbling. It seems that it takes a long time to remember the second half of the sentence, which makes the listener call it a catch.

It is unforgivable for an original owner who has been singing, reading, playing and being influenced by the drama team since childhood.

And a kind of physical desire for drama has emerged.

Original master, original master, although you think you haven't graduated yet, you can't sing.

But I think it's a person who sings better than the things there. You don't have to wake up the boss of the tea garden with cruel facts. In the future, these other people who rely on the tea garden will suffer.

For example, the waiter who is frowning

Saving people's lives is better than building a level 7 floating tu. let me Gu Zheng save you!

Gu Zheng, who has always been a giant in action, first pulled the rickshaw to the wall of the tea garden and held it firmly. Then he sorted out his wrinkled cloth jacket, followed his voice and opened his mouth without hesitation.

The excerpt from the empty city plan. In those years, he often listened to the play. In the middle and later stage, he turned to the old student's leader and sang to him.

For people in their circle, they can live and sing as long as their voice is still there.

Because of the existence of veteran singers, those elderly actors can still have a meal to eat.

This kind of opera, which tests one's Opera experience more, requires the performer to be calm and calm, and pay more attention to calm and stable singing. It is not a layman who can sing well at all.

It will take years of practice and see if God will reward you with a good voice to eat this meal.

Although Gu Zheng's age is still young, but he has passed the voice change period, he happens to have a good voice given by God.

When the shabby and ugly rickshaw driver opened his mouth by the humble wall, even the grandma who was in the most hurry to buy oil and go back to the pot stopped their fast pace of generating wind.

"I was originally a scattered man in Wollonggang

Flattening Yin and Yang is like reverse palm, which has a broad knowledge of the past and the present. "

It's flat and steady. Gently lift up your palm and hold three wisps of long beard that don't exist at all.

The deep, thick and round voice floated in half the streets that were completely silent because of Gu Zheng's opening.

Some passers-by who like to taste the opera, now in Gu Zheng's singing, they close their eyes and shake their heads to enjoy it, forgetting what they have to do at all.

Some fans pushed directly towards the root of the wall where Gu Zheng was located. With a little effort, a spectacular half circle shaped human wall was formed on the side wall of Dongli tea garden.

Although everyone in the periphery, you are next to me and I squeeze you, they all have a tacit understanding to keep quiet. In order not to disturb Gu Zheng's interpretation, they don't even get close to him. They just stand one meter away from Gu Zheng, shaking their heads and listening like crazy and drunk.

This beautiful and graceful singing, floating through the barrier of the courtyard wall, reached the middle of the tea garden. When Gu Zheng's second sentence was sung, the music like delimiting glass finally stopped abruptly.