I'm not a theatre god

"Xingyiquan?" Yao Qing muttered to himself in surprise when he saw this scene, "After all these years...does sister still insist on practicing boxing?"

Chen Ling walked up to him, looked at the beautiful figure practicing boxing alone under the willow tree, and asked doubtfully:

"You also know?"

"When I was young, my sister Zhiwei's family was very strict in her tutoring...Boys had to learn calligraphy and painting, and girls had to learn boxing. It was said that they needed to harmonize yin and yang, and have both strength and softness...Actually, for girls, the most important thing is self-defense, right? Yao Qingren I can't help but sigh,

"At that time, Sister Zhiwei chose Xingyiquan, and she would get up before dawn every day to practice. But that was all eight or nine years ago. I didn't expect that now the Su Mansion has... and she is still persisting.

Chen Ling then remembered that when she and Yang Xiao found Su Zhiwei, he was wearing training clothes and seemed to be practicing boxing at home.

"People with talent are not scary, but people with talent and perseverance are the most scary," Chen Ling concluded.

The two of them looked at each other like this for a few minutes. Su Zhiwei finally stopped and took a rest. Seeing that the time was right, Yao Qing rushed out and handed the plate to Su Zhiwei, saying something with his cheeks flushed.

Su Zhiwei was stunned for a long time, as if she didn't expect that Yao Qing would prepare breakfast for her. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded, walked to the stone table aside with the dinner plate, and ate seriously, showing a gentle smile from time to time. .

Chen Ling stood in front of the glass door with her hands in her pockets, not approaching, just watching quietly.

At this moment, he seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the other side of the corridor... A gray-haired old woman was walking slowly towards here on crutches.

Xiao Chunping?

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's body tensed subconsciously, and her vigilance was raised to the extreme.

Now Yao Qingzheng and Su Zhiwei are in the yard, and Yang Xiao hasn't gotten up yet. There are only two people in this corridor, Chen Ling and Xiao Chunping... This is the first time that Chen Ling has a face-to-face conversation with the owner of the Shinto of this era.

Xiao Chunping leaned on crutches, approached Chen Ling, and spoke slowly:

"Little friend Chen Ling... did you have a good rest last night?"

"……fine

"It's windy on the roof. If you want to rest, it's more comfortable inside.

"No, I can't sleep anyway." Chen Ling paused for a moment and said, "You can see further if you stand taller."

Xiao Chunping stood in front of Chen Ling, put her hands on the crutches, and turned her head slightly to look into the courtyard.

Under the bright sunshine, Yao Qing sat a little awkwardly at the stone table. He looked at Su Zhiwei who was eating breakfast seriously in front of him, with a hesitant expression. The thin willow tree was swaying behind them, and only the silence remained. There was a slight sound of wind.

There was a touch of kindness in Xiao Chunping's old eyes, and she spoke softly:

"Thank you for your hard work, little friend Chen Ling."

"What?"

"Originally, I was wary of my little friend, but last night my little friend stayed on the roof all night. No matter how slow I am, I know that my little friend has no ill intentions towards Zhiwei and my sweet grandson. Xiao Chunping stretched out a hand, His snow-white hair reflected slightly in the sun, "I was very offended last night, please don't take it to heart."

Chen Ling didn't expect that Xiao Chunping would speak out so simply. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and held the old man's hand.

Xiao Chunping's hands were very dry and full of markings and wrinkles, but they were as warm as the sun. She looked into Chen Ling's eyes, and a kind smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Little friend Chen Ling, what do you do?"

Chen Ling knew that Xiao Chunping was not simply asking him about his job, but was testing his own Shinto path, so he immediately replied: "I am... an opera singer.

"An opera singer?" Xiao Chunping's eyes flashed with surprise, "In my early years, I also knew an actor... Unfortunately, he died more than ten years ago.

The "actor" in Xiao Chunping's mouth cannot be a simple opera singer, but refers to a being who belongs to the divine way of acting like Chen Ling. However, Xiao Chunping seems to be almost eighty years old. The acquaintances she knew at that time are now Most of them are gone.

When Chen Ling heard this, he felt a little regretful... If possible, he would also like to experience the magic of drama in this era.

"However, a few years ago, I also met a young man about your age. Yao Chunping changed the topic, "Although I have never seen him take action, judging from the industry, he should be the same as you.

"You're about the same age as me, and you're also an opera singer?" Chen Ling's eyes lit up.

"It's not an opera...have you ever heard of 'Lion Waking'?"

"Lion awakening?" Chen Ling thought thoughtfully, "Is it similar to lion dancing?"

"Yes, it originated in Guangdong. Like Su embroidery, it is also an intangible cultural heritage... The last time I saw him, he was carrying a red lion head, stepping on the clouds alone, and headed towards the horizon.

Stepping on the clouds... [Cloud Step]? ?

In this era, is there anyone who can understand [Cloud Step]? Chen Ling was shocked.

"Where is he now?"

"He is no longer in the country... He is in the United States now. He said he wanted to go out for a visit and let the foreigners see the power of the 'Lion Waker'. Xiao Chunping smiled and said, "It's great to be young..."

USA……

Chen Ling was thoughtful.

Xiao Chunping seemed to have remembered something and said proactively:

"Starting from today, my little friend can rest assuredly in the house...someone will do the following."

"I don't need to rest." Chen Ling shook her head, "Besides, I can see further."

Seeing this, Xiao Chunping stopped trying to persuade her.

"In that case, I have to thank you little friend..."

After Xiao Chunping finished speaking, she gently knocked on the glass door with her hand. The crisp sound startled Yao Qing, who was still watching Su Zhiwei eating. After seeing her grandmother standing at the door, she hurried over here.

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

"Why are you so busy entertaining Zhiwei, kid? Go prepare breakfast for the two guests, Xiao Chunping said sternly.

"I was going to go in a while..." Yao Qing scratched her head and wanted to say something, but when she saw Xiao Chunping's eyes, she still looked at Su Zhiwei in the yard reluctantly and walked straight to the kitchen.

After Yao Qing left, Su Zhiwei in the yard had almost finished eating.

She picked up the bowl of soy milk, took a sip for the last time, and was about to get up and put the soy milk back. At this moment, her peripheral vision suddenly fell on the corner of the plate;

Su Zhiwei saw the extremely faint love, and was stunned for a moment, and then her face Panic appeared on her face...

After a long silence, she covered the bowl of soy milk with a complicated expression, pretending that she saw nothing, and walked out of the courtyard.

After everyone finished breakfast together, Chen Ling returned to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, closing his eyes lightly...

When the countdown of the era archive reached zero, Chen Ling went offline again. What awaited him was another month of practicing in the ancient treasure of the opera.

However, before Chen Ling returned this time, the environment around him quickly dimmed, and a road rose from the abyss, carrying his body, crookedly approaching the sky...

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes lit up!

He knew...a new performance was coming.