Senior Superstar

Sun Liancheng's theater.

"Master son-in-law, take a closer look! It says that Qin Xianglian sued the prince son-in-law when she was thirty-two years old. He deceived the king and the emperor, and the man who repented of marriage was sent to bed. He killed his wife and heirs and forced Han Qi to die in the temple. Press the paper of pleadings on Grandpa's big hall!"

"good!"

As Li Shixin, who was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and exercise pants on the stage, with a beard hanging from his mouth, made a high-pitched voice and climbed up to the clouds, a group of old people in the theater applauded loudly.

Waking up early and clearing his throat, he gained a lot of applause like mosquito meat every day, and Li Shixin took off his beard with a smile.

Looking at the date on his watch, he looked up at the rising sun in autumn.

In the blink of an eye, one month has passed since the first and last Gu Mingkun Drama Awards ended.

Zhao Jinzhi, who was busy with his career, and Wu Ming, whose granddaughter was about to start school, had left the capital one after another. An Xiaoxiao also took advantage of this time to go back to her hometown in Sichuan.

The only ones left in the yard were Liu Feng's grandson, Zhang Yaozhong, Zhang Weiyu, the four idlers, and Qiao Hong, who was a local household in the capital.

"Godfather."

Just when Li Shixin was calculating that the approval of the repertory troupe was still pending, should he go back to Rongdian or Tiancheng to rest for a while, a sweet greeting sounded from the gate of the yard.

Seeing Mei Changjiu and Yuan Cheng entering the gate behind him, Li Shixin was delighted.

Ever since the play of "Farewell My Concubine", Mei Changjiu was completely out of the bag. He is not used to seeing the theater coming to the theater every now and then.

And Yuan Cheng, who had already resigned and retired, and was completely relieved, has become a frequent visitor to the theater these days.

However, it was still a little abnormal for the two of them to come to the door after eight o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, come to my place early in the morning to order Mao. What kind of happy event is this?"

Greeting with a smile, Li Shixin pulled up two folding chairs for the two of them.

However, the two did not sit down.

"Godfather, guess what I and Teacher Yuan brought to you today?"

Mei Changjiu picked up Li Shixin's small teapot on the coffee table, looked at the freshly warmed tea in it, took a sip, and pretended to be mysterious.

"Godmother?"

puff!

Mei Changjiu, who was holding up the teapot and continued to sip, shot several meters away with a sip of the whale.

drop!

Received the negative applause value of [Speechless], 122 points!

Looking at Li Shixin who was holding back a smirk, Mei Changjiu grinned.

"Godfather, let's not do this. Isn't it easy to find a wife with your conditions? Just go to a blind date in any place, and the old lady still doesn't pick and choose? I'm here today, and I'll show you something stuff, you're sure to like it."

Li Shixin smiled faintly at Mei Changjiu's embarrassed appearance, and he pointed to Mei Changjiu's hand that had been hiding behind his back.

"Take it out, I saw the goods hidden behind you when you entered the door."

"well!"

Following Li Shixin's urging, Mei presented a heavy plastic bag hidden behind her, as if offering a treasure.

Seeing the square books in the plastic bag, Li Shixin frowned.

"Book?"

"Yes, the book! My master's book!"

Mei Changjiu smiled and took off the plastic bag.

Li Shixin smiled slightly when he saw that the name in the author column on the cover had been changed from "Gu Mingkun" to "Sun Zhongjing"'s "Chinese Drama Canon" and six or seven scripts.

"It was just reprinted this morning, and Renyi quoted the teaching materials related to these books, and the next batch of printing has also been changed."

Li Shixin was no longer surprised by this result.

Gu Mingkun was liquidated, but in fact he had already let go of this matter. The biggest regret left by the original body cannot be completely made up for, but he has done his best to get rid of the person who caused the regret, which is already complete for Li Shixin.

As for the icing on the cake of restoring his reputation, he didn't care much.

Seeing Li Shixin's calmness, Yuan Cheng smiled and said: "Shixin, the Cultural Office asked me to send you a message. They will not approve your application for the Hongqi Repertory Theater. After all, because of this incident, Several old guys who have just retired have already been dug out, and the influence in the drama circle and the literary circle has already been great. So what they mean is to try to deal with it as coldly as possible, and let this matter be overturned quickly. However It’s not that the name of Hongqi Repertory Troupe will not be re-appeared to the audience at all. The Beijing Cultural Office has received funding from Chadou Company and plans to reorganize the original site of the Red Flag Repertory Troupe and set up a Chinese drama history museum. On the door is nothing but Outside the museum, there is also a sign of the Red Flag Regiment. In this way, the teacher will have a good name."

"oh?"

Hearing that Chadou had paid again, Li Shixin frowned.

Knowing that this was probably Zhao Jinzhi's handwriting again, he shook his head helplessly.

The Bogu Mingkun Foundation undertook it to help him complete his revenge plan. Not to mention that Huaqi offended many people, he also spent a lot of money.

Not to mention the funding for the establishment of the museum, but to talk about "National Drama People", a good variety show turned into a scene of revenge, and it did not get the expected profit.

This favor, owed so much.

Putting his mind away, Li Shixin smiled and nodded at Yuan Cheng.

"Xiao Chengzi."

Yuan Cheng was taken aback when he heard Li Shixin's address spanning decades.

Immediately, his lips trembled.

"well!"

He nodded heavily.

Noticing Yuan Cheng's excitement, Li Shixin patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Gu Mingkun's business is over, I have to go too."

"Uncle, where are you going? Our theater has only just been established, and fans are eagerly waiting for your "Farewell My Concubine"!"

"Yes, Shixin, please stay a little longer. Let me take a good look at you. For most of my life, you have appeared in my dreams countless times. Let me see more of you who look good."

Facing Sun Liancheng and Yuan Cheng's persuasion, Li Shixin shook his head lightly.

"Lolo is a good kid, it's good to have her in the theater. Beijing opera always gives young people a chance. As for you"

After exhorting Sun Liancheng, Li Shixin set his sights on Yuan Cheng.

"I don't want to accompany you, old guy, to love each other. But there is one person who needs you to visit from time to time."

"Who is it?"

Faced with Yuan Cheng's question, Li Shixin took out the pen and paper in his pocket, wrote down the address of the cemetery where he came to the capital, and handed it over.

"Teacher, here. If I don't have time to come over during the holidays, the incense and paper money from his old man. You have to pay respects."

"."

Yuan Cheng took the fluffy piece of paper with the strength that seemed to hold a thousand-weight cauldron.

With a swipe, two lines of old tears slid down his wrinkled face.

He held Li Shixin's hands tightly.

"Shixin. Thank you!"

Looking at Yuan Cheng's old face that was completely relieved and excited, Li Shixin smiled.

"In the days to come, live well."

"Um!"

"The following is a set of entertainment news."

At this moment, the clear and soft voice of the hostess came from the radio;

"News from our station: Following a series of incidents such as being investigated by the State High Procuratorate, canceling the signature and copyright of most of the works, and removing the lifelong honorary chairman of the China Art Association, the honorary principal of the People's Art Association and other honors, the former president of the national language, Gu Mingkun, yesterday Passed away at 3:20 a.m. Gu Mingkun’s family made a fuss at the funeral because Babaoshan Cemetery refused to accept Gu Mingkun’s ashes.”

Listening to the radio broadcast, Li Shixin chuckled, put his hands behind his back and turned around.

"My son-in-law took a closer look, it said that Qin Xianglian sued the current son-in-law when she was thirty-two years old.

He deceived the king and despised the emperor, and the man who repented of the marriage moved to the other bed. He killed his wife and heirs with a broken conscience and forced Han Qi to die in the temple.

Press the pleadings on the grandpa's hall! "

"good!"

"Shixin, Zhileng!"

Behind him, several old fans laughed and cheered loudly.

"News from our station; Huaqi Group, which has just completed a general change, recently held a press conference and will spend 5 billion to launch a film and television revival strategy. It is reported that, as the main business sector of Huaqi Group, the film and television department has been losing money year after year, which has seriously affected Huaqi's stock price Xiao Jingshu, CEO who just took over the group's operation, said that the film and television revival strategy will integrate the group's internal resources including literature, film and television platforms, brokerage companies, and offline theaters. According to industry analysts, Huaqi has frequently reformed internally and acquired externally in the past year. The internal and external wars have hurt vitality. Xiao Jingzhu's move is aimed at stimulating the group's stock price and stabilizing the confidence of shareholders."

Listening to another message from the radio, Li Shixin blinked his eyes.

It seems that I have to go to Shanghai.

five billion.

It sounds so exciting!

It's so lively, why is there so little old man? !

PS: I worked on the script and outline for a day yesterday, and the preparatory work has been completed. These two days will explode and make up for it, ask for a wave of monthly tickets! Let's take a step forward in our new plot!