Chapter 242: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (21)
"Wow, what should I do, what should I do..."
"Brother, I don't want to die. I still want to sing opera..."
"Junior brother...Junior sister..."
The Pear Garden was in chaos. After the war began, the capital was also coveted. If it weren't for Han Zhiyao defending the capital, it would have fallen long ago. However, even so, many people were still affected.
Li Ziyan sighed as he looked at the now-empty opera house. The owner had left after the war, taking most of the property with him, even selling the title deed. No matter how influential Li Ziyan was, he was still just an actor, a mere employee of the opera house, with no real power. With the owner gone, the opera house was effectively disbanded.
Xiao Shitou is probably in the military academy right now, or he might have gone to the battlefield. Han Zhiyao went to the front line yesterday, and there is no one around Li Ziyan.
"Manager Li, come here," Li Ziyan took out his small box from the room. Inside was his savings accumulated over the years. It wasn't too much, but it was enough. "Distribute this money to everyone."
"Yes." Manager Li nodded. Five or six dollars per person was not a small amount.
"It's understandable that everyone's going their separate ways now that we're at war. I don't have much money here, just enough for everyone's travel expenses and to temporarily settle down," Li Ziyan sighed and smiled. "We always have to look forward. They're going to take the opera house away the day after tomorrow. Everyone, pack your bags and find a way out."
"Mr. Yan... Junior Brother, what about you? Aren't we going to sing opera anymore?"
Li Ziyan shook his head. "Sing, I will sing for the rest of my life. You must trust the Marshal. There's war in the north right now, but the south is relatively stable. Everyone should find a stable place to settle down. One day, we'll hear news of the Marshal's victory. I believe that day won't be too far away."
His voice was calm, his timbre was gentle, and it carried a touch of peace that soothed people's hearts. The crying in the yard turned into laughter, leaving only faint sobs.
"Brother is right, Marshal Han will definitely return victorious! We must believe in the Marshal! Our Chinese nation will never allow them to bully us!"
"right!"
Children's hearts are the purest, and it is precisely because of their innocent hearts that this society is always full of vitality and vigor.
The other older disciples had also stopped crying. In fact, they should have expected this day to come. However, life had to go on anyway, and they couldn't just keep complaining all day. Marshal Han, younger than some of them, had already gone to the battlefield to defend his country. What right did they have to complain?
All the money was distributed, and Li Ziyan didn't keep much for himself. The people in the opera house still couldn't bear to part with their costumes, so they packed them up and decided to take them away.
"Junior brother," the eldest brother from the Liyuan Garden walked over to Li Ziyan. He and Li Ziyan looked at the desolate scene in the yard with complicated expressions. "Junior brother, where are you going?"
"I'll stay in the capital."
"The capital has become a thorn in the eyes of the Japs and the Russians. One day they will attack the city."
Li Ziyan smiled and nodded, "I know, but so what? My roots are here, and the person I'm waiting for is also here."
"...you and Marshal Han"
"Brother, you and I grew up together. There are some things you should know about me."
The eldest brother looked at Li Ziyan, sighed, and nodded, "Take care of yourself. I hope that one day, I can still perform a play with you."
"That's natural."
The two smiled at each other, but they also understood that they didn't know when this day would come.
The capital was still peaceful, but the streets were less crowded, and the bustle had faded. The people from the Pear Garden were all free, and Li Ziyan stood aside, watching as those who came to take over the Pear Garden land came.
His worries were gone, and all he wanted left was to stay with Han Zhiyao.
Li Ziyan went to the Marshal's Mansion with his simple luggage. He was wearing a long gown and simple attire, so he did not attract much attention.
"Mr. Yan, you're back," the housekeeper came over quickly and took the luggage from Li Ziyan's hands, "Come in and rest for a while."
"How is the old lady?"
"Alas, it's still the same. He says he's not worried, but he can't eat or sleep all day, and his complexion is pale."
Li Ziyan nodded. He could understand this feeling because he felt the same way.
Since Han Zhiyao went on the expedition, he couldn't eat or sleep well every day. Even though he believed in Han Zhiyao's ability, he couldn't feel at ease, and he looked haggard.
"Oh, you don't look well. I'll ask the kitchen to make some chicken soup for you to replenish your energy."
Li Ziyan wanted to refuse, but then he remembered the old lady and nodded. "Please ask the kitchen to stew the chicken until it's a little softer so that the old lady can have some too."
"Okay, don't worry."
The housekeeper agreed and went to the kitchen. Chunmei delivered Li Ziyan's things to Han Zhiyao's room, while Li Ziyan washed his hands and went to the backyard.
The old lady was sitting in the pavilion, her brows furrowed with worry. When she saw Li Ziyan, her eyes brightened and she waved to him.
"Zi Yan, come here."
"Old lady."
"I've told you so many times, just call me grandma." The old lady had officially accepted Li Ziyan. She was a very clear-headed person and didn't want to do something that would force a couple to break up and not be appreciated. Moreover, Li Ziyan's feelings for Han Zhiyao had been obvious to all over the past year. She had always liked him, and now she had no complaints. "You don't look too good. I heard about the opera house. Why don't you tell your family and buy it over with money?"
Li Ziyan shook his head, stood up and massaged the old lady's shoulders. "The opera house will disband sooner or later. Some people's hearts have turned black. There's no point in keeping them. Besides, Zhiyao wants money and people now. Money should be used wisely."
"You are quite open-minded, kid," the old lady sighed and patted Li Ziyan's hand, "Then don't overwork yourself. Take good care of yourself at home."
"Grandma, I haven't had time to come back recently. I heard from the housekeeper that you didn't get much rest."
"I'm used to it. Every time Zhiyao goes out to fight, an old lady like me gets terrified. Although it's not the first time, he's my grandson after all. How can I not be anxious?"
Li Ziyan nodded, but lowered his eyes to hide the loneliness in his eyes, "Yes, but Zhiyao will definitely return victorious."
"Well, let's wait for him to come back together."
The old man and the young girl chatted in the yard for a while. The sky was a little gloomy, so Li Ziyan helped the old lady into the house, coaxed her to drink a few bowls of soup with a smile, sang some opera for a while, and then took the old lady into the house to rest.
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