To be precise, they were not eavesdropping, because of the special nature of the stage, there was almost no sound insulation between the front and back rooms.
They were quietly removing their makeup outside when they heard the image of a ghost he mentioned. The more they listened, the more familiar it seemed.
After a few people discussed it and asked the class leader for advice, they confirmed the identity of the ghost.
Fang Yulan, with her face half-made up, snatched the phone from Zhang Ciqiang's hand: "Master, I know who that ghost is. Give me a chance, I can persuade him to leave."
Hearing that she knew the ghost who had been tormenting him for so long, Zhang Ciqiang slapped his head fiercely: "Yes, they are both opera singers. I should have thought of your acquaintance earlier. If I had known earlier, I would have tried to contact you first, and the work schedule would not have been delayed for so long."
Zhang Ciqiang is a man who has seen many ups and downs. He will not put the blame on the other person just because the man and the ghost know each other.
Seeing that Zhang Ciqiang didn't blame them, Fang Yulan felt a lot more relieved. Without waiting for Su Yan to ask, she spilled everything she knew.
"The ghost he was talking about was the first owner of our troupe. According to seniority, our generation should call him Grandmaster.
I heard from my master that my great master was a kind-hearted man. During the war years, he took in many homeless and poor children.
After receiving the children into the troupe, he will teach them different survival skills according to the children's wishes and their own talent levels.
When these children grew up, some went to work elsewhere, but most of them stayed in the troupe.
Because these children know the value of survival and are grateful to the only benefactor who has helped them.
With this premise, our troupe grew from an unknown small group to a well-known troupe.
In that era, at its peak, tickets would be sold out within an hour after they were released.
At that time, many famous wealthy businessmen spent huge sums of money just to listen to a play performed by our old master.
The troupe we renovated was the first troupe that belonged to us after the owner made money.
The real purpose of this opera troupe's existence is to shelter and provide shelter for more children displaced by war.
But the good times did not last long. War reached the city and the troupe was forced to move around.
After the war, the old owner wanted to move back, but he heard from others that the troupe had been bought by a private individual, so he had to bury these things in his heart.
The master said that when the troupe owner died, he was still looking in the direction of the troupe for a long time and was unwilling to close his eyes.
In the past few years, we have thoroughly spread the reputation of our troupe. When we learned that this area was to be demolished, the current owner of the troupe took out all the liquid funds he could mobilize and found the descendants of those who had bought the troupe at that time.
After some lobbying, I finally bought the troupe from him.
After buying the troupe, the owner took us back to the place where our dreams and hopes began.
I think the one singing opera should be the former owner of the troupe. He was just excited to be back in a familiar place, so he sang regardless of the time period.
Don't worry, I'll be there with you tonight, along with the rest of the troupe. When the old troupe leader shows up, we'll persuade him to never bother you again."
After saying that, she and her companions bowed to Zhang Ciqiang and did not stand up for a long time.
Zhang Ciqiang was a very emotional person. He was so moved by this story that he burst into tears. He didn't care about being angry and helped them up. "It's okay. I don't blame you. As long as we can get it resolved, it's fine."
Seeing that they had quickly reached a consensus, Su Yan couldn't help but explain, "Wait a minute, that person is indeed your old troupe owner, but he's not staying here because he wants to perform."
This confused Fang Yulan. She scratched her head and asked, "What did the former boss do?"
"After your former boss passed away, he stayed in the troupe and was reluctant to leave because he was worried about the children under him.
When you move back to a familiar place, he wakes up.
Because he had been sleeping for too long, his memory had deteriorated a little.
In his current memory, you are still a group of poor children who have nowhere to go due to the war.
And this theater is your only place to live.
Seeing that the place where you live was destroyed, he appeared to scare the construction workers in order to protect you.
So, if you want him to leave, just explain your current living situation to him later."
This ending took the already touching story to the next level, and the two couldn't help but cry.
[Wow, this is so touching. I also want to see the old troupe master's style. In that era, his reputation was known throughout the country. This actor must have sung very well.]
[It's truly pitiful how loving parents are. Although the old boss isn't their parent, his love for these children is no less.]
[In that war-torn era, being able to save so many people with all his heart must have taken a lot of effort.]
Although it's inappropriate to ask this question now, I really want to know what kind of makeup these two people used. They cried like this, but their makeup didn't even look smudged.
The two of them calmed down and told the current boss about this matter.
After the class owner knew about it, he had an idea in mind.
In the early morning, when everyone was asleep, the opera troupe was experiencing unprecedented bustle.
Everyone in the troupe arrived at the stage ready to go.
They acted out a play that the old boss liked, and without either of them being able to see, they completed a thrilling play.
After the opera ended, Zhang Ciqiang walked out with his fellow workers. He heard the sobbing coming from behind and said, "After tonight, we can officially start work tomorrow."
Looking at the intoxicated expressions of the people around him, Old Li said proudly, "I told you that opera is a national treasure. Now you won't laugh at me for having no taste, will you?"
His fellow workers smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "No, no, go back and recommend a few of your favorite scenes to me."
After Su Yan turned off the live broadcast, she saw a familiar person sitting downstairs.
Yin Shijing's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had been crying bitterly. When he saw Su Yan appear, he quickly stood up.
"Master, my grandfather passed away."
Su Yan knew this was a possibility when she left the Yin family. She nodded casually: "You should have expected this. What do you want to talk to me about now?"
Yin Shijing suppressed a sob and said, "My father is worried that there might be complications if we don't handle the matter properly, so he wants me to ask if there's anything special we should pay attention to during the burial."
Su Yan was silent for a moment, thinking about whether she should tell him the news that Mr. Yin had passed away.
Looking at Yin Shijing's extremely sad expression, she still didn't say it: "After he died, your nurse's resentment also dissipated. Just bury them both according to normal customs."
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