"But I don't want to take you in, Mrs. Huang, you can take him in."

"Old Wu?"

The old woman sitting nearby looked over with questioning eyes.

"I have sorted out everything in my life. From now on, you will teach him. It depends on his luck as to how much he can learn."

Li Yanghua sat behind Zhang Bei and squinted his eyes for a while before speaking to Zhang Bei in a lowered voice.

"It should be the late stage of lung cancer. I visually estimate that there are about three months left."

Zhang Bei nodded and stared at the trembling old man.

It can be seen that he really wants to accept this apprentice, but his own situation also forces him to find another way to continue his inheritance.

"I want to follow you!"

The young man on the stage took off the pendant hanging on his forehead and stared closely at the old man in front of him.

"I can't teach you."

"you can!"

With each person's words, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Zhang Bei looked at the young man on the stage with a pair of curious eyes.

In fact, if you really count these drama types, once you reach the level of a famous artist, as long as you learn a little bit, it will not be very difficult to switch.

If Lao Wu is willing to hand over what he has learned in his life, it will make no difference even if someone else teaches him.

This young man can sing very well, and he has the skills of a child no matter what. After staying in this industry for such a long time, it is impossible not to know this kind of thing.

Mrs. Huang glanced at Old Wu, who was shaking his head, and then focused on the young man on the stage.

"Tell me, why do you have to let this bad old man teach you?"

The young man's figure stood upright, and a past event was slowly being told.

"Seventeen years ago, a cultural performance was organized in the town, and it was said that a famous Peking Opera master was performing for charity."

"I was still young at that time, and my grandfather took me there. That was also the first time I heard traditional opera."

"Since then, I have fallen in love with opera and listened to the radio with my grandfather every day."

"Later, when I grew up, I realized that the opera I heard when I was a child was called Shao Opera. When the TV was installed at home, I would sing along little by little."

"Later, my grandfather left and left behind a tape you gave him back then."

"I have been listening to this tape for twenty years. This student just wants to be your disciple."

Although some things are lonely, there are always people who will persevere in places that others cannot see.

He didn't have a teacher to teach him, and he didn't have any professional costumes, but he developed this singing style out of love since he was a child.

"Okay, I'll accept it. I will teach you everything I know in my life in these three months. How much you can learn depends on your ability."

"Disciple pays homage to master!"

Zhang Bei looked at the young man on the stage and sighed. He could already see that the future would be a difficult road for this young man.

Industries such as storytelling and opera attach great importance to inheritance. There are two completely different ways of doing things with a master and without a master.

Just look at that fat little black guy. When the master is around, he has someone to stand up for when he is wronged. If you encounter some old guy who bullies the younger ones, you can also complain to the master.

But the little old man left early. At that time, the little black fat man's wings were not full yet. Faced with the pressure from most of his peers, he could only grit his teeth and resist.

As the young man finally retreated, the lights on the stage dimmed.

Li Yanghua turned to look at the old man in the wheelchair, hesitated for a moment and then turned to ask Zhang Bei.

"Do you want me to take action? I should be able to live for another month."

Zhang Bei shook his head: "No, three months is enough."

This child has a very good foundation. If he is taught carefully, three months will be enough. The rest will depend on his own luck.

This extra month will not change anything, but will only make the patient suffer even more.

Zhang Bei's father originally lived for half a year, but he experienced unimaginable pain every day.

In the late stage of cancer, even those from major families with many ancient prescriptions can only forcefully extend their lives at most.

In terms of human relations and sophistication, the little black fat man is very good at it.

He can't get away for the time being, but he will never leave Zhang Bei alone.

"Great-grandfather, the hotel has made arrangements. Do you want to go and have a rest first and come and listen to cross talk for a while in the evening?"

"Okay, you lead the way."

"Okay, great-grandfather, come with me!"

The sounds of great-grandfather gradually made Zhang Bei feel that he was not far away from being buried.

Not long after I stepped out of the door, I saw two rows of young girls standing on the street in the distance.

Zhang Bei was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, but then he laughed.

Thirty years ago, who would have dared to imagine that so many young people could gather at the entrance of the cross talk courtyard?

Maybe in the future this little black fat man will really have a chance to bring his opera career back into the public eye.

When you come to Jincheng, the essential thing is pancake fruit.

Eggs, dumplings, dumplings, chopped green onions, chili sauce, everything is neatly arranged on the steaming pan.

Just looking at it makes me full of appetite.

Each of the four people bought a set, and Zhang Bei’s was a deluxe version with added ingredients.

While eating and walking, feeling the accent here in Jincheng, I relaxed unconsciously.

Time is like a girl's youth, always wasted on doggy men without even realizing it.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the morning of the next day, and the small garden was full of people, from the cross talk circle to the opera circle, and even a few people from the entertainment circle came.

Zhang Bei and Director Hu sat in the corner, talking quietly to the fat little black man.

"We shouldn't let them go and break in on their own, right?"

"No, I will provide support. The plan is already in place. When they are almost done with it, they can go on stage to try the effect."

"Are you really going to handle the matter on your own at Shumen?"

"I will take care of it, please show your respect."

"I won't interfere, but one thing is that the inheritance must not be lost."

"Okay, I'll pay attention!"

"By the way, I'm going to do a live broadcast soon, do you mind?"

"It's okay, we also need to record the video here."

With the answer, Zhang Bei also leaned on his chair and adjusted his live broadcast equipment.

The fat little black man took a look at the time, said goodbye to Zhang Bei and walked backstage.

As time passed and everyone who was supposed to be there arrived, the scene finally became quiet.

The mentally ill host surnamed Qin took the microphone and walked onto the stage.

I started to introduce the people who will be accepting disciples today.

Zhang Bei looked at the stage and quickly clicked to start the live broadcast.

The alligator was beaten every day: [Throne, I heard that something happened again while I was away?]
Chapter completed!