Chapter 1206

Beijing in November has been cold, and the wind is much bigger than that in autumn. It always seems very smart. As long as there is a little gap in the clothes, it will be found and immediately hidden in it.

After several renovations, Guangde building is actually a bit different, with a combination of modern and ancient appearance and a mixture of local and foreign interior. However, a large number of Diaolianghuadong and some old red lanterns can still meet the nostalgia of the old Beijing of those who come here, such as housaner.

Monkey three, as a senior old gun, has a clear view of the big and small playgrounds in Beijing. These places can make them feel that Beijing is still the city of Beijing people.

He has been with him for several years, but he really provides for him as the boss. He has invited Dashilan, overpass, Sanlitun and other new and old playgrounds and guildhalls in Beijing. Guangde building is not a small auditorium of the main courtyard. He has kept the rules and regulations for three days. In these three days, there was an endless stream of people from the general to the workers, from the central government to the local government. Lao Mu paid everyone back and listened to everyone's comfort.

Uncle Mu's rank is not high, but on the day of the farewell ceremony, the biggest VIP Hall of the funeral parlor can't arrange all the people. At the memorial service, the army gave his father a very high evaluation, which was called the verdict of the coffin, and his body was covered with bright party flags.

On that day, many people burst into tears. My sister even fainted. On behalf of his family, Lao Mu expressed his thanks to all the guests. The manuscript was also written by Uncle Xing and handed over to him.

Uncle Mu was a retired cadre who took part in the revolution before liberation. According to the regulations, he personally placed his father's ashes in Xi'an martyr cemetery. Old Mu felt that his father must like this place very much, because there are many old comrades in arms here. Marshal Chen Yi once wrote a poem: go to the spring to recruit the old Department, and kill the hell with flags. I don't know if they will follow Luo Shuai and grandpa Mao in that world.

today, there are not many guests in Guangde building. There are only two or three tables in the teahouse on the first floor, and the area for individual guests is also scattered. It seems that there are only two boxes with guests on the second floor where Lao Mu is located, which is quite cold.

These theatres are doing business now, but the business is not so good. The quyi market is far less prosperous than that of film and television. Nowadays, in addition to the fast-growing Deyun club, other artists can only make do with their lives.

There are no big programs, just a hodgepodge of all kinds of artists from Caotai troupe, crosstalk, skits, Dagu, storytelling, and jingpingtie. To be honest, Lao Mu is not interested in these things. He can't understand them or appreciate them. He just wants to find a place to hide and meditate. Sometimes he has fallen asleep before the end of the competition.

After working in Xi'an for a few days, and then waiting for his father to finish the first seven days, and then to stay for two days, he couldn't wait to return to Beijing. When he left, he could even use escape to describe it.

Everyone was mourning and crying, but Mourinho did not shed a tear from the beginning to the end.

He knew he should cry, but he couldn't cry, his mind was empty and his body was numb. No sad no sad, just feel very depressed. Old Mu knows that his performance is not right. He is a son, so he should be filial at this time. However, he couldn't cry. Later, uncle Xing also gently criticized him.

"Your father He is a great soldier, a great man, although the way to educate his children is very stiff. "

He felt that he didn't complain about his father at all. After several years of hard work in the society, he understood his father and his generation. He has no tears. He can't cry. He's worried too.

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"Shihan, you talk to Mr. mu more and tell him all the jokes you know." Monkey three said.

Shihan is a little actor in his twenties, belonging to the periphery. According to her, she graduated from Beiying. No one would take it seriously anyway. Just like her stage name of "Shihan", others don't bother to ask her real name.

Since old Mu came back from home, monkey saner asked him to watch the opera to relax and then he would invite some "Shihan" to accompany him. However, old Mu did not refuse to come. After watching the performance, he pulled what Shihan should do and how to do it.

At this time, several Pingtan on the platform below are singing "Qinhuai scenery" in "Yuxi", which is tortuous, gentle, lingering and delicate, and can make people crisp to the bone. In the same tune, "Qinhuai scenery" is sung in the Yanghuai area, while in the north there is the famous song "exploring the clear water". But the three people in the box obviously can't understand the tender feelings inside at this time.

Mourinho has always been in a state of ignorance. He didn't cry when he needed tears most in life, which made him feel frustrated. His disappointment, numbness after the emotional confusion, and depression when he was sad but unable to come out of grief filled Lao mu with a body at a loss.

Mourinho needs emotional catharsis. He needs an emotional lead after the event.

The program arrangement of this kind of play garden is very disorderly, and there is no rules at all. Next is a old Peking opera singer, wild boar forest. The actors on the stage only sang a small part of the whole play. Lin Chong's anti Erhuang Aria "snow floating" was sent to Cangzhou forage field in the snow night.

“…… The mountains and rivers are dark at the bottom of Tongyun, and the sparse forests are desolate and withered... " The hero's end is heartbreaking.“…… Don't wife qianliyin's book is broken, Guanshan blocks two hearts... " Ruthlessness is not a real hero.

“…… Talk about ambition to pull up the Star River, empty snow blade has not hoed traitors. " Shallow chant low sing, be sad all the time.

“…… Ask the heaven when will the sword be wielded again? Kill all the traitors Pain to the skin, grief to the bone.

“…… It's hard to bury the hero's grudges in the heaven and earth, and it's hard to bear the cold in the temple of Gufen mountain. "

Monkey three son and poem Han hear insipid, turn round to see, old Mu but already tearful, sob. His sadness filled the whole box.