A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 614 This guy can become a hero! (Please order in full)

Hua Twelve looked at the wound on his hand, and then at the woman in front of him who was already in tears, his eyes cold.

The woman wanted to touch his wound, but seemed to be afraid of hurting him, so she threw away the bloody kitchen knife with her right hand. She tremblingly wanted to touch his head, but Hua Twelve took a step back to avoid it.

"No, don't blame mother. It's not that mother can't support you, it's just that mother's place is where the boy is. He can't keep him when he's grown up. In this world, it's all about earning your life. As long as you can survive, just take away this extra finger. You can live and be successful in the future.”

At this point, she was already crying. She picked up Hua Twelve and hurriedly walked into the old alley with bluestone bricks.

Hua Twelve was held by a woman, and a tacky fragrance filled his nostrils. It was the fragrance of cheap powder and rouge.

This time, Hua Twelve did not dodge or resist when being held, because at this time, he was receiving the extremely limited memory of the replaced original owner.

In [-], the capital.

The original owner didn't have a real name, but he had a small name called Xiaodouzi who was easy to support. His mother was bright red, and she was the red card of Bada Hutong.

It is said that in this age and in this industry, the ladies in Bada Hutong are merciless. Even if they accidentally get hit, they will pour a bowl of medicinal soup into it to avoid causing trouble for themselves.

But Yanhong couldn't let it go for some reason. Not only did she win, but she also kept the child. She gave birth to and raised the child until he was six years old. Seeing that the place could no longer keep him, he gritted his teeth and planned to send his son to a troupe.

She only knew that her family background was not favored by others. Fortunately, in these days, troupes and prostitutes were both low-level businesses, so she was not afraid of her son being bullied or looked down upon.

It's just that today I joined the theater troupe and met Master Guan, the head of the Guan family troupe, but they said that the child was born with six fingers, and it was the patriarch who didn't reward the meal. Otherwise, when he appeared on the stage, wouldn't the audience be scared away when they saw it? , Besides, you don’t have Liuzhier’s appearance, Concubine Yang?Or Black Li Kui?No one has that extra finger.

Yanhong was cruel, walked out of the theater, borrowed a kitchen knife from the hand that sharpened scissors and sharpened kitchen knives, and cut off her son's extra finger at the entrance of the alley.

Again, don’t blame your mother, it’s just the way of the world.
Guan Family Theater Troupe.

Yanhong put Hua Twelve into the main room, and smiled at a gray-haired old master, "Master Guan, look, the patriarch didn't want to reward the meal, and he didn't stop us from making progress, didn't we?"

As he said this, he took Hua Twelve's left hand and showed the older people in the main room where the six fingers were originally.

"hiss"

Several opera teachers were a little moved.

Master Guan, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at the expressionless and indifferent Hua Twelve and asked strangely:

"Child, don't you feel pain?"

"pain!"

"Then why don't you cry or make trouble?"

"I can bear it!" In fact, he didn't have six fingers to begin with, but when he replaced the original owner, he felt a little pain for the original owner.

Master Guan's eyes lit up, he said the word 'good' twice, and then said:
"There are 360 ​​professions in the world, and each one can support people, but if you want to learn well and excel, you must have the word 'endurance'. Only by being able to endure hard work can you be successful!"

There were tears in the corners of her bright red eyes, but she became happy when she heard this: "Master Guan, what do you think of our child?"

Master Guan picked up the tea cup at hand, took a sip of tea, and then showed a smile:
"I accept this apprentice!"

Arrange incense in the hall, worship the ancestors, and the master’s instructions:
"It is passed down to our disciples that everyone should listen carefully. Since ancient times, people in this world must have the ability to plan. Since we are engaged in this industry, we should concentrate on our studies and become famous all over the world in the future. This is based on our youth."

Then the document was written and hands were laid.

Following a set of steps, the child will have nothing to do with his parents from today onwards. Before leaving the teacher, this life will belong to the theater troupe.

According to the rules of Liyuanxing, three years of study and two years of service will have to bear the mark of the Guan family class for the rest of your life.

Seeing Hua Twelve pressing his handprint with the blood of his severed finger, Yanhong trembled all over. She took off her green jacket, revealing the thin cheongsam underneath. She took the jacket and was about to put it on her son.

Hua Twelve suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand to block it: "There are snowflakes floating outside. I can't get cold here. You can put it back on!"

Yanhong's body froze, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't stop, and they fell down, forming a thread.

"Xiaodouzi, are you a weirdo?"

"No wonder, take care, don't use Fushou ointment anymore, it's not good for your health. I'll wait until Xiaodouzi becomes a horn, and I'll honor you again!"

Hua Twelve said this for Xiaodouzi, and he felt reluctant to accept Xiaodouzi's memory.

Several opera teachers looked at each other, this kid... so benevolent and righteous!
"Okay, Mom, I'm waiting for you to be successful!"

After Yanhong said that, she turned around and left, stumbling but walking very fast. She didn't look back, for fear that she would be reluctant to look back once.

That night.

Hua Twelve was taken by Master Guan to the bunk where the opera troupe apprentices rested. It was just a room with a bunk about ten meters long, and all the adults slept in it.

"From now on, you can sleep here and practice together tomorrow morning!"

After Master Guan finished speaking, he turned around and left. The door was closed heavily, blocking out the biting cold wind outside.

A brazier was lit under the bunk bed, but the room was still not very warm. Twenty or so young men were hiding under the quilts, with their bald heads exposed, and their eyes wide open. They used the oil lamps in the room to look at this new companion. .

A young man wearing a Beijing opera mask lifted up his mask and said to Hua Twelve:

"Where did it come from the kiln? Let's go away!"

Apparently Yan Hong came to the troupe with Hua Twelve in her arms, and these half-grown men saw it.

Hua Twelve looked at these poor kids, the corners of his mouth twitched, he learned arts and martial arts, and went to kindergarten, he hasn't bullied kids for a long time
As soon as he took a step forward, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the shoulder of the talking child. He pulled the naked half-sized cub out of the warm quilt and threw it on the ground with his feet. One step:
"What do you say now?"

The sudden scene made all the apprentices and children stunned. The kid who was thrown to the ground screamed out from the cold ground:

"Hit him!"

More than twenty and a half children rushed out of the bed one after another and rushed forward.

In less than a minute, they all fell to the ground, ouch ouch!
The door of the room was opened from the outside, and a young man who looked a little older than these half-grown boys came in hissing in the cold wind. He wanted to warm himself up by the fire first, but when he took a look inside the room, Hua Hua In the scene where twelve people were alone and everyone else fell to the ground, he subconsciously asked:
"What's going on?"

Hua Twelve pointed at himself: "I will be the senior brother from now on, and I have the final say here!"

The boy who was stepped on by him was frozen by the cold air on the ground, but was not injured. At this time, he shouted:
"Senior brother, this kid is bullying me. Beat him!"

The young man who came in also reacted: "Fuck you!" He raised his fist and hit him.

The next moment, the young man was also stepped on by the other foot of Hua Twelve. His eyes were black and he gritted his teeth and said, "My name is Xiao Shitou. Can you tell me your number?"

"Twelve, Hua Twelve!"

After Hua Twelve announced his name, he stepped on his foot with a smile: "You don't want to accept it!"

"I'm done with it. I'm done with it."

Xiao Shitou smiled and held out his thumb: "You are the one, we will all listen to you from now on!"

After saying that, he asked the other senior brothers who had already climbed up but were too timid to step forward: "You guys tell me, right? We all call them senior brothers!"

Seeing that the original senior brother was convinced, all the children suddenly lost their momentum, and they all called out 'senior brother' with drooping eyebrows.

Hua Twelve found a newly made quilt on the bunk bed, and he slept on the kang at one end. He snatched the owner of the quilt, and he opened his mouth, but in the end he dared not speak out in anger.

Originally, more than 20 children were crowded on the same bunk, with no gaps between them. But now there is a meter of open space next to Hua Twelve, and those 20 or so children are crowded on the other side, afraid of being beaten.

Before going to bed, Hua Twelve also gave an instruction: "Don't fart in the house. If you fart, go outside. I will beat anyone who doesn't obey the rules!"

Well, that's how overbearing!

Early the next morning, there was not even breakfast, and all the apprentices got up to hoist their throats and kick their legs.

Master Guan looked at all the disciples. Each of them had either green corners at the corners of his mouth or black eyes. Then he looked at Hua Twelve, who was fair and fair, with not even a speck of dust on his face. He shouted:

"What's going on?" Xiao Shitou and other apprentices did not dare to say, but they all looked at Hua Twelve with a sense of gloating in his misfortune.

Hua Twelve said calmly: "Junior brothers are not sensible. I taught them the rules last night!"

"Senior brother?"

Master Guan looked at Hua Twelve, then looked at someone else, and asked with interest: "Have you ever practiced boxing or kicking?"

"Tianqiao has seen people doing tricks and wrestling. He is eager to learn, and he will know how to do it!"

"Oh? You still have this ability"

Master Guan's smile is even better, and he can learn boxing and kicking just by looking at it. Even if it is superficial, it shows that he has the talent to imitate movements. He can sing, recite, do and fight in opera, which can save half the effort.

"Okay, it's good to have talent, but it doesn't matter if you break the rules!"

As he spoke, Master Guan's face dropped. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone next to him presented a knife blank.

The knives are unpainted wooden knives used for training in troupes. The masters often use the knives to punish their apprentices, and they can beat people with ease.

"Hand out!"

Every apprentice who enters the troupe has some kind of problem. If he wants to integrate into the troupe, calm down and learn opera with peace of mind, the master will always find an excuse to beat him up. This is similar to the killing stick used by prisoners in prison in the past. Same.

Therefore, Hua Twelve could not escape from this beating. What happened last night gave the master an excuse.

When Hua Twelve was in the "October Siege World", he also liked to listen to operas, and he had a close relationship with Brother Chun, the leader of the Fang family, and his daughter, so he naturally knew this rule.

Immediately, his expression did not change at all, and he stretched out both hands.

Master Guan did not hit the left hand that had just lost a finger yesterday, but took his right hand and picked up the knife and cracked it for more than ten times.

After the beating, the old man was a little out of breath. Looking at Hua Twelve's hand, there wasn't even a red mark on it.

In fact, what Master Guan didn't know was that when the knife fell, the muscles in his palm trembled slightly to remove the force.

Both of these hands can catch bullets, let alone be stabbed twice.

The old man didn't understand the reason, but he really exerted himself, so he didn't doubt anything else and asked: "Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

Hua Twelve lied without batting an eye.

"Just remember it if it hurts!"

Master Guan threw the knife blank and someone caught it, and then shouted loudly to the apprentices around him: "Practice!"

In an instant, those who were kicking their legs, those who were shouting, and those who were babbling were all mixed together.

Master Guan took Hua Twelve to the side. There were rows of ropes hanging down around the beams. There were several apprentices who had just started. They were independent here. They tied one ankle with a rope and supported the other foot on the ground. , pull the other end of the rope with your hands, and lift the foot covered by the quilt high. This is to press the legs and stretch the tendons.

"You're going to stretch your tendons first today. You've seen them practice, so practice like this!"

Hua Twelve had no intention of walking over. He turned to Master Guan and asked:

"Master, if I stretch my hamstring, can I rest today?"

"Hey, that's such a big deal. This level will take at least a month!"

"Okay, master, I'll put my words here. If you can stretch your hamstring today, you can rest. But if you can't stretch it, huh, come to me and get the knife blank yourself!"

Hua Twelve didn't say anything, and just looked up to the sky. In an instant, the entire troupe fell silent again. All the apprentices looked here, even the masters who called the opera looked here.

After holding on for half a minute, Hua Twelve switched to the other leg and held the incense stick up to the sky, steady and steady.

He stood there like a nail hammered into the ground.

Master Guan was stunned at first, and then pleasantly surprised: "Okay, that's great, what else can you do? Show the master the next waist, somersaulting?"

Hua Twelve put down his legs calmly: "Master, people cannot stand without faith. It's time for me to rest today. I want to see something else early tomorrow morning!"

After saying that, I turned around and left. I haven't been exposed to the sun for a long time. The sun in this winter has a different feeling.

"Hey, brat!"

Master Guan was so surprised that his teeth felt a little itchy, and he wanted to make a knife out of it, but the words were out of his mouth. Several troupe masters came over and said:

"This kid looks like a character!"

Master Guan then turned from anger to joy: "It's just a little difficult to discipline!"

On this day, the other brothers were practicing hard, and Hua Twelve was sitting on the edge of the corridor, closing his eyes and enjoying the sunshine.

In the evening, all the young men returned to the Tongpu house, and a naughty boy jumped out and shouted:
"The knife tastes good, are you crazy?"

Before he finished speaking, Hua Twelve slapped him in the face with a big hand, slapped him on the bed, covered his face and started crying.

In an instant, various expressions appeared on the faces of these children.

Hua Twelve glanced around, and no one dared to look at him. Then he said with a smile:

"I don't know how the knife feels, because it doesn't hurt at all, but the taste of my big mouth must be unpleasant!"

He asked the leader, Xiao Shitou: "Little Shitou, where do you think you have a problem with me?"

Xiao Shitou subconsciously took two steps back, with a smile on his face: "How dare you, he is just a little leper, he is not big or small, he is messing with you, senior brother, I will talk about him later!"

Hua Twelve's smile faded: "Look back?"

"Right now!"

Xiao Shitou shouted to the little scoundrel who was covering his face and howling blindly on the kang: "Little scoundrel, why don't you kowtow to your senior brother and admit your mistake?"

The little lame is in pain, and now he is asked to kowtow, how can he do it.

Hua Twelve waved his hand: "Forget it, don't force him to do anything if you don't want to. You can just beat him for half an hour, teach him a lesson and then stop!"

Little Shitou rushed up to the kang and gave Little Leprechaun a kick: "If you don't kowtow yet, I really want to be beaten by everyone!"

The little boy had no choice but to kowtow to Hua Twelve on the kang.

Hua Twelve then got on the kang, slept in his own place, and said calmly:
"Let's all rest!"

Early the next morning, Master Guan stared at Hua Twelve: "Are you going to practice lower back today?"

"Master, can you rest after you finish practicing?"

"What a great idea, hurry up and practice!" Master Guan was not fooled this time.

"Oh, then I don't know how, you teach me!"

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"Then what if I let you rest!"

Swishing, swishing, swishing, Hua Twelve did more than 20 back handsprings in one go.

Master Guan lost his temper completely, turned around and left: "Just rest, we will start learning opera tomorrow!"

　Thanks: Brother 08a for the reward, thanks to the brothers who voted monthly and recommended tickets, and thanks to the brothers who read and followed up the collection, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)