Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 221 Photos
Tickets are rare.

Most of them are grandparents.

This is not far from Longxugou, where Uncle Wang and his unit were allocated housing. Some of the uncles and aunts are still from Uncle Wang's unit.

There are only a few people here.

Jiang Yang felt that when this generation was gone, Mr. Wang's dream of revitalizing Peking Opera might be shattered.

But what Jiang Yang didn't expect was that when the show was about to start, there were so many people that there was even a queue at the ticket office.

Although the team is a bit short.

Jiang Yang and the other three got busy.

There was an old man next to the window who wanted to jump in the queue. He was anxious to go in because the play was about to start, but Jiang Yang ignored him.

At this time, the aunt who bought the ticket asked David Zhang: "David, what's wrong with your eyes?"

It is not uncommon for there to be uncles and aunts around here who know David Zhang.

David Zhang didn't even think about it, so he casually explained the reason Jiang Yang gave him: "I was beaten for jumping in line."

"Huh?" Mom was surprised.

The uncle who wanted to jump in line silently retreated to the end of the line.

Tickets will not be sold after half an hour after the opening.

Three people, Jiang Yang, Shitou, and David Zhang, each carried a bag of spicy strips into the small theater.

As soon as I entered the theater, the lyrics rushed to my face.

"Why do you hate the sky and complain about the melancholy on your cheeks, what is the so-called?"

Uncle Wang sang very nicely, with a unique charm. Jiang Yang immediately heard that he was singing "Second Entry into the Palace". Grandpa wanted to usurp the throne, after Xu Yanzhao and Yang Bo persuaded him once, he went to the palace to persuade his mother Wanli for the second time, these two old things are now running on the little widow who has come back to life.

There are many empty seats in the small theater.

Jiang Yang and the others walked back, "Why did this start directly from "Second Entry to the Palace"?"

"Hey, do you still understand this?" David Zhang was surprised.

"Nonsense, Uncle Wang is downstairs talking loudly all day long."

Jiang Yang occasionally listened to it for a while.

Besides, this play is already quite famous, and the Spring Festival Gala is held in another world.

Its words, "I would like to learn from Yan Ziling to fish on the rocks, I would like to learn from Zhong Ziqi to cut woods and hills, I would like to learn from Zhuge Liang to plow on the Longshang, I would like to learn from Lu Mengzheng to study hard in the cold window. Definitely great for writing.

"This is called the book next time."

Shitou found a seat and asked Jiang Yang to sit down, "I didn't have enough time to finish the play ordered by the big brother yesterday morning, so I will continue to sing today."

"Uh--"

The spicy strips in Jiang Yang's hands are no longer fragrant, "Is there a big brother here?"

Shitou said, "You taught the old man how to play games, and you taught the old man to watch live broadcasts. This is the old man's innovation."

Uncle Wang also started a live broadcast!
However, the big brother on this list is real, just the uncle in the first row in front.

The uncle is not short of money. There are several houses in the house, waiting for rent collection.

Just live alone, lack of boredom.

Isn't that a coincidence.

For Uncle Wang and the others, although they don't have much money, and they are using their spare energy, it is always happy to have someone with money.

Uncle Wang and the others now regularly sing opera two days a week. Because they are all retired grandpas and aunts, the ticket price is not expensive.

Jiang Yang looked at it for a while, then went to the backyard of the small theater.

Although this small theater is small, it still has a courtyard.

When there is a performance ahead, people from the repertory theater rehearse and practice lyrics here.

However, if the effect is true, you must go to the field to walk around to know.

When it was almost noon, the play broke up.

Uncle Wang didn't wait to take off his makeup, he caught David Zhang and pulled him aside.

Uncle Wang still greeted Jiang Yang, but just after Jiang Yang took two steps, he received a call from Li Qingning.

Li Qingning was entertaining a foreign guest, and she asked Jiang Yang if he wanted to go over for dinner.

Jiang Yang stopped and thought for a while, "Male or female?"

"You did, Andy."

Li Qingning smiled, this little man——

"That's it."

David Zhang walked quickly towards Jiang Yang, lowering his voice: "Don't get involved in this matter."

"what?"

Jiang Yang didn't understand, so David Zhang left.

Li Qingning asked over there: "What?"

"I don't know, David Zhang is inexplicable, I went to find you after lunch." Jiang Yang kissed him across the phone.

Li Qingning: "Okay, then eat better."

Jiang Yang: "Who are you?"

Li Qingning rolled her eyes, "Honey, eat better."

Just as Jiang Yang hung up the phone, Uncle Wang pulled Jiang Yang directly.

He hurriedly said, "David Zhang really didn't find out."

Uncle Wang knows.

Uncle Wang didn't rely entirely on David Zhang, he held a photo in his hand, "I have a new situation here."

After he separated from Jiang Yang this morning, he thought about what to do if there was no news from David Zhang. At this moment, he realized that he had forgotten a small question, "My son has a photo of his high school graduation!"

Not to mention the classmates, even the teachers are on it.

He hurriedly found the photo album and turned out the group photos.

"Depend on!"

Jiang Yang was the only word that could express his mood for a while, "Are you a small problem?"

David Zhang was beaten.

Such a normal thing, shouldn't this be the first thing that comes to mind when investigating this problem?
Jiang Yang affirmed, "You're eating too much pork liver, and you're brainwashed."

"Getting older."

Uncle Wang sighed, but, "Didn't you think of it?"

"Uh--"

Jiang Yang thought for a while, "I overestimated you."

Uncle Wang talked to him again, and showed Jiang Yang the photo, "The girl is not on it."

"what?"

Jiang Yang took a closer look and found Wang Zheng at a glance. He was tall and stood at the back, but he was not at the back of the big one, but at the far left of the row behind the girls' team. so old?"

"What kind of eyes, this face is considered old, how do you let other students live?" Uncle Wang is strange, Jiang Yang has graduated from college, so I won't say whether his son is good-looking, but how is his face compared to his third year in high school? His son is still a little tender.

"Maybe it has something to do with mental age," Jiang Yang said.

CCTV's agricultural host called him full.

Uncle Wang understood, "Stupid people have stupid blessings."

Jiang Yang: ...

you sir!
Mentally young is not stupid!

"never mind."

Jiang Yang advised himself not to be as knowledgeable as Uncle Wang.

He looked it over and over again, and there was indeed no such girl, "Maybe she's not in the same class."

Jiang Yang felt that there was something wrong with Uncle Wang, and there was no such person, so why would he run around with a photo.

Uncle Wang showed Jiang Yang the seat of Wang Zheng in the photo.

He was on the leftmost side of the row, but between him and another male classmate, the empty seat was a bit big, and one person could stand there.

"This is--"

Jiang Yang thought about it, reserved a seat for people to pose for a picture, but didn't they go up?

Anyway, that’s how he took his junior high school graduation photo, so he went to see the head teacher, and when he got the photo, the dean of the academic affairs office and the principal were all on it, so let’s just use P for the P picture. If you don’t hire someone with good skills, it’s probably outsourced to The principal's brother-in-law, the feet of several leaders are suspended, the background of the director of the Academic Affairs Office is not clean, and a graduation photo is taken seriously, so I can't take it seriously.

Uncle Wang didn't speak, and flipped the photo.

The photos have the names of all the students in the class and are written in the order of the photos.

The only strange thing is that next to Wang Zheng's name, there is an extra "Wang Zheng" written in carbon ink.

Followed by six scrawled words, "How are you, sorry."

"This--"

Jiang Yang and Uncle Wang looked at each other.

Jiang Yang had a bad premonition, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Don't let Wang Zheng have a reason to ruin his handsome face.

"Master, let's stop guessing."

Jiang Yang felt that Uncle Wang was his father, so he just took the photo and asked directly. Anyway, his son can't beat me up.

　After about half an hour
　　
　
(End of this chapter)