I Miss You - Chapter 11

Xu Qingcheng’s family has an old garden in Baizhou, which was bought by her dad last year. It is said that the original owner went bankrupt. At that time, her dad invested in it with a small amount of spare money. Because the garden is relatively old, it took some time to renovate. After the repair was completed, Comrade Old Xu used it to entertain friends, which was very extravagant and wasteful.

Qingcheng has been watching Kunqu opera materials and videos for the past two days, so she vaguely guessed the second uncle’s thoughts: “Second uncle wants to make a real garden version of Kunqu opera?”

“Russ can teach!” Director Xu praised his niece without hesitation. “There are many gardens in Baizhou, but most of them are public. If you want to use it, the application procedure is cumbersome and you may not be approved. Private gardens are also difficult to rent. Now, because it takes a lot of time from the arrangement to the rehearsal. It just so happens that you have it in your home, and you can see from Chengchengyou, is it related to Kunqu Opera? This Kunqu Opera was used by literati in their garden paintings. The rehearsal, and some people even have their own home class, specializing in rehearsing the plays they want to listen to and performing in their own garden. So the garden version is actually a retro and return of Kunqu Opera in a certain sense.”

Qingcheng interrupted the fate of the second uncle, and said: “Second uncle, if you want to borrow the garden, I will help you talk to my dad, it’s okay.”

“Okay, okay. You know, Dad Yu has always been wrong with me. If I talk to him, he won’t be willing to borrow, and he has to taunt me a few words, so…”

The eldest son of the Xu family, that is, Qingcheng’s father, insisted on going his own way back then. He deviated from the heritage of the family’s generations of literary and art workers and insisted on going to the sea to do business. The Xu family’s eldest brother later succeeded in his career, and he often ridiculed them for being a noble and impoverished literati. In short, the two parties just talked not speculatively.

Qingcheng’s expression on her face was so strange that she understood: “Second Uncle, what play do you plan to do?”

“I haven’t thought about the specifics yet, so I just want to pick a discount of one or two from the old dramas that have been passed down, so that the actors can perform in the real scene. There should not be many audiences, and it is necessary to make sure that the viewers can sit down as the actors change their scenes or Move to admire and take a small but sophisticated high-end route. I am currently more optimistic about “The Story of the Hosta”.”

Later at the dinner table, Xu Ershu and the old lady also reported about the garden, and finally concluded with a humorous sentence: “Let’s oranges, this is regarded as bringing money into the group.”

Bring money into the team as a small attendant? Green Orange is speechless.

The old lady smiled and said: “This is the dowry the boss prepared for Chengcheng.”

So, am I entering the group with a dowry? When Qing Orange thought so, he was full of black lines.

After the end of “The Story of the West Tower”, Super participated in two exchange performances in the group, and then he was busy with the rehearsal of “The Story of the Hosta”. Because director Xu Lin is still doing it, a lot of work is saved. Before starting the rehearsal, the troupe plans to let the art instructor grind the young actors.

Thinking of Director Xu, he couldn’t help thinking of Xu Qingcheng.

Xu Qingcheng…

He just sat at the dining table, eating early, thinking for a long time.

On the day Xu Qingcheng arrived at the Baizhou Kunqu Opera Troupe, the weather was particularly good, the morning was bright and beautiful, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Standing at the gate of the theater, she saw a central garden at a glance, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, very quiet and deep.

Coincidentally, the first person she saw at the door turned out to be Tong Anzhi. Qingcheng had already told her on WeChat in advance that she was coming for an internship, and the latter happily came up to hug her when she saw her. .

“You’re so early, and Uncle You hasn’t come yet.”

“Working for someone, you can’t be later than the boss.” Qingcheng handed the fruit to Tong Anzhi, “Can I eat it before singing?”

“Just don’t eat too much, you are too sweet, baby.”

After the two girls talked for a while at the door, someone said, “Please let me.”

The green-orange voice coming from behind was instantly recognizable. Because it was so easy to recognize, she turned around and saw Super standing backlit with a layer of gold on the silhouette.