Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

"Clang~"

A huge gong resounded throughout the theater, and the originally crowded scene immediately quieted down.

"Gentlemen and lords, today's show is about to begin, please take your seats as soon as possible."

Immediately after a burst of rhythmic beating of gongs and drums, the curtain on the stage opened, and a group of children in the troupe jumped to the front of the stage somersaulting, wearing pythons, blowing their beards and staring. .

Looking at the authentic old Beijing snacks brought by the waiter in the shop, the "fragrance" is tangy to the nostrils. Even though he is well-informed in Central and Western Asia, he considers himself an expert in China, so he can't help but take out the handkerchief in his chest pocket and hide it. Shut your nose and mouth.

"Cheng Sang, these foods are all overnight, right? It doesn't smell like edible. I think it may be because of the hot weather that they have all deteriorated. Why don't we eat them another day."

Cheng Nuo smiled lightly. Although the two attempts of soybean juice ended in failure, the meaning this time was obviously different, and he felt a little sweet and sour: "Mr. Zhongxi, this is the imperial meal hand-picked by the former Emperor Qianlong, and it is serious. If the Manchu Qing Dynasty had not fallen, ordinary people such as me would not be able to eat this kind of food. Don't look at it and smell it strange, but it is extremely delicious when you drink it, and it has the effects of nourishing the stomach, detoxifying, and clearing the fire."

In order to show his own "hospitality", Cheng Nuo deliberately confused Douzhi'er's history, which can be regarded as a white lie. I believe this Japanese who lives a good life will be able to thank him for his kindness.

A mouthful of soybean juice, a mouthful of coke rings, and some old pickles from time to time, it didn't take long to finish this snack, and it even gave people a feeling that the food was more than enough, as if the food was really what it said in the words.

"Eat, Mr. Zhongxi, braised carp can be eaten anywhere in Beijing, and the soy sauce has no such taste. Although we shotguns to welcome wolves, we will treat friends warmly. Cheng Nuo couldn't hide his smile, and pushed the old pickle dish over, signaling the other party to eat quickly.

"Cheng Sang, is this really delicious?" Zhong Xiyashu pulled Douzhier in front of him, half-believing.

"It's really delicious, just like the stinky tofu in our country and the natto in your country, both smell bad and taste good." Cheng Nuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Every time you eat a bite, you will be haunted by it for the rest of your life. "

Seeing this, Zhong Xiyashu nodded. As a Japanese, he couldn't love this natto that originated in China. In addition, both of them are beans, and his perception of soybean juice has also improved a lot. It's a pity. This kind of thinking only lasted until before eating, and after he really took a sip, he almost couldn't help but spit it out.

But the old fox had a trick after all, pinching his thigh and frowning, he drank it forcefully. After drinking it, he saw Cheng Nuo watching him, and immediately raised his brows: "The bean juice is really delicious, it reminds me of the taste of my hometown. , Whenever I come back from school, my mother always cooks me a bean delicacy, Cheng Sang, you have a heart."

This meaningful look made Cheng Nuo fully vigilant in his heart. He is really talking about people, and he is talking nonsense. If he hadn't caught a glimpse of the blood vessels on his hands just now, he would have thought that the old devil liked this authentic snack. .

"China has a vast territory and abundant resources, and it is also the birthplace of Confucian culture. I believe that every guest who comes from afar can find some taste of 'hometown' here. Mr. Zhongxi can slowly understand it when he goes down." Cheng Nuo said in a polite manner, Still a smiling face.

The trick of "food" obviously didn't work. Both of them had a "happy" meal in the later stewed, fried belly and fried liver. The slight frown was obviously not as simple as it seemed.

In the audience you come and go, every porridge and meal hides a mystery.

The cadence on the stage is full of knowledge.

"Clang cei clang cei clang clang cei"

The appetizers on the stage had all been served, and the children retreated to the backstage one after another to welcome the Tsing Yi Hua Dan Opera on the central axis.

"Su San left Hongdong County and came to the main street. It's so miserable not to speak out. The gentlemen in the past listen to me."

Sitting below is a group of desolate Eight Banners boys who spend the whole day soaking in the theater garden. I don’t know how many times I have watched a play. Shaking my head with the singing on the stage, I tasted that taste.

When he sang the wonderful part, he opened his eyes and immediately shouted: "Okay, I will send you a good outfit!"

The eyes of the "corner" on the stage changed immediately, and he sang harder, which drew applause from all the halls. Invisibly, the Eight Banners boy had more face on his face, as if he had returned to the era that belonged to them.

On the second floor, putting the last piece of belly belly into his mouth, Zhong Xiyashu had an inexplicable smile on his face: "Cheng Sang, I have ordered every issue of "National" magazine, and I am a loyal reader of your company. I have to wash my hands twice beforehand, and have a pious heart for knowledge, so I think I can be worthy of those knowledge and restore the glory of East Asia as soon as possible.”

Cheng Nuo asked for a hot towel from the clerk. After wiping his face, he felt much better. He said calmly, "In the past, books were precious and untouchable by ordinary people, but now, with all kinds of newspapers and periodicals prevalent, the pressure of competition is so high. Big, the so-called knowledge is not so precious, and our magazine is even less popular, and the content is all patchwork, which is not worthy of Mr. Zhongxi's grandeur."

Wiping his hands and throwing the towel aside, Cheng Nuo went on to say, "As for the rejuvenation of East Asia, if you walk too far, you will always tear your crotch. It's better for our two families to clean up the front door separately. Cheng is just an ordinary person who can teach. Educating people is already the greatest ability, if in the future, the world can be full of peaches and plums, there will be no regrets in a hundred years."

Zhong Xiyashu wiped his mouth, put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "In my opinion, with Cheng Sang's strength, it's just that a mere professor from Peking University is overqualified. Education has restricted Cheng Sang's development. Stuck in one corner is really a great waste of talents, which is a pity."

Cheng Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that the other party was about to show his fox tail, and his tone was a little humorous: "This man, it is not easy to do one thing well in a lifetime. You are expensive but not expensive, and everything will come back in the end." Nothing will happen."

Chinese medicine doctor Yashu put on a look of approval, nodded and said: "It is also an education fellow, I agree with this very much, but I think that if you want to display your ambitions, you should choose a bigger stage, so that you are worthy of Cheng Sang's performance." Status, there is an old saying in China that 'a good official is one who learns, and one who is good at learning is an official', there is no conflict between official career and teaching career."

Cheng Nuo secretly smiled inwardly. They are all foxes of a thousand years old. What are they playing in Liaozhai? Show off all the tricks. After nodding, he quickly shook his head, giving people a feeling that he was excited but didn't want to admit it: "Academics are contaminated with politics, so that It is bound to not be pure, and for us scholars, it is like a fishbone in the throat, which is unbearable."

Zhong Xiyashu likes this kind of feeling of pulling people's noses, and said with a smile: "Priority is clear. For both, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages. Think about Cai Yuanpei of Peking University, who runs both education and politics. In this way Peking University is what it is today, but his generation is already old, and their heads are full of rotten things, and the changes of the times have dazzled them."

"You can't say that. Mr. Cai has always been kind to Peking University and me. It is not for a gentleman to talk about people's merits behind their backs." They cooperated side by side.

"But young people of your generation have listened to the pulse of the times and proved that they have the ability to take over East Asia. Don't you want to take the future into your own hands, don't you want to run your own school and display your ambitions at will? Don't you only have Beijing in your eyes? Looking far and high, Cheng Sang, you are a unique existence, why do those idiots influence your future, just because you cut off your braids before you?!" Zhong Xiyashu said in the tone of an elder and a confidant. The voice is not loud but very alluring. If the mind is not firm, the darkness deep in the heart is bound to be drawn out, and it has already become crazy.

"Yes, the country is not good for the country, and the people are not good for the people. It's because these cadavers are supposed to be home to talented people." Cheng Nuo panted cooperatively, his eyes were red.

"I came here today just to make friends with Cheng Sang, but when I think of such a valuable talent, whose status is far from the height that the academic level should be, I feel heartbroken. How about it, I just have some connections in your government. To help Cheng Sang move around, you must at least get a real power position in the Ministry of Education, and after staying for a few years with sufficient qualifications, you can at least become the head of the first department, and it is not impossible to become the head of the department one day, just. "

"Just how?"

"It's just that we Japanese come forward to help a Chinese, which is inconsistent with reason and has no basis in law."

"Then what should I do?" Cheng Nuo acted as if he was real, but almost dropped the bowl, blushing and thick neck.

"Our East Asia Tongbun Academy just lacks a professor of mathematics. Sir, you can take homework for two days. I will find a day to send him to Tokyo Imperial University. Cheng Sang's status is enough to be worthy of the post of professor. Mr. Takagi Sadaharu is very grateful You have admired it for a long time, so you must cooperate." Zhong Xiyashu painted the cake as if it were real.

This time, Cheng Nuo could tell that the Ministry of Education was a fake, and the deportation to Tokyo was real. After thinking about it for a while, he deliberately said awkwardly, "It's good, but I haven't been to Japan, so let me think about it."

On the other hand, the Central Asian tree is a bit out of breath, and there is no accurate statement of agreement or disagreement, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

When I came to the door of the private room, I wanted to close the windows, but I found out that in order to save money, this theater not only has no glass on the windows, but even the window paper has been cleaned. Feeling wronged, he directly vomited into his mouth, but this guy is also a ruthless person, he swallowed it calmly, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked over with a smiling face.

"Cheng Sang, I can understand your feelings. It's hard to leave your homeland. Just like every spring, when I look at the cherry blossoms, I always think of Mount Fuji. There is no rush."

The two confrontations ended with Cheng Nuo slightly winning.

At this time, the central part of the opera garden had finished performances. As Tsing Yi and Hua Dan walked off the stage, Guanghe Building ushered in its daily grand finale, and hawkers began to sell dim sum.

"Steamed buns with cold cakes and milk rolls, oven-baked cakes with fine meringue~"

"Puff pastry with iron broad beans, corn flower with iron broad beans~"

"Scented melons, fragrant melons, fragrant melons from Panggezhuang~"

Only selling tickets can't cover the cost of the theater. The waiter next to him was a little unhappy when he saw Cheng Nuo and the two of them ordered all the foreign meals. He smiled and said, "Master, are you satisfied? Our There is a special Maojianer, do you want to try it?"

The word "featured" emphasized the tone, and Cheng Nuo glanced at the tables downstairs, and sure enough there were the same teapots on them, so he understood the meaning and said with a smile, "Then what are you waiting for, please bring a pot quickly, Master. "

"That's it." The clerk cupped his hands in thanks, and then shouted to the back kitchen: "A pot of Xinyang Maojianer in the Ruyi Hall on the second floor!"

With the sound of pedaling down the stairs, the veins on Zhongyashu's forehead twitched step by step, Cheng Nuo's leisurely look was reflected in his pupils, and he silently warned himself that the chips were not big enough, and there were still enough opportunities in the future.

With another bang of "铛~", the theater returned to tranquility, waiting for the "famous actors" to appear on the stage. Through the program list on the wall, I learned that this Peking Opera performance is "The Struggle between Chu and Han".

Cheng Nuo doesn't even have to think about it, the little devil will definitely be prepared for the invitation to the theater today, and the consideration of the play is naturally the top priority. Neither are worthy.

After a little thought, I began to enjoy Peking Opera with peace of mind.

"Military master speaks in public,
Turn your back and come to think,

The king of Han was besieged in Xingyang,

It's like Confucius trapped in Caicheng,

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Different from the "Chu-Han Struggle" of later generations, this play was written according to the Kunqu Opera "The Story of a Thousand Gold" and "Historical Records of Xiang Yu". It is an old version of "Farewell My Concubine". Although the actual performance is not as perfect as the latter, But the framework of the story has almost been covered.

The general content is for the struggle between Chu and Han at the end of the Qin Dynasty. Han Xin ordered Li Zuoche to feign surrender to Xiang Yu and deceive Xiang Yu into the army.Ambushed on all sides of Jiuli Mountain, trapping Xiang Yu in Gaixia.Xiang Yu couldn't break out of the siege, and he heard the besieged songs from all sides. Suspecting that all the Chu troops had fallen to Han, he drank farewell to Yu Ji in the camp.Yu Ji slays herself, Xiang Yu breaks out of the siege and gets lost to the Wujiang River, feeling ashamed to see Jiangdong's elders slaying themselves by the river.

Just at this time, the "Chu-Han Struggle" on the stage behind happened to reach the stage of Gaixia Siege.

"Strengthening the mountain and overwhelming the world, the time is not good and the time is not dying"

"When the dying is not dying, there is nothing to do, what to do when the time is dying"

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Glancing at the Central Asian tree next to him, he found that although the devil kept frowning, he could still hum and chirp in tune. He didn't know whether he really understood it or pretended to understand it. Seeing Cheng Nuo approaching, he asked earnestly, "Cheng Sang, Do you think Yuji's death is worth it?"

Without waiting for Cheng Nuo to speak, Zhong Xiyashu asked himself and answered, "I don't think his death is worth it. If he didn't die, the Overlord would definitely not commit suicide by the Wujiang River. Even if the Overlord died, I believe those people would not be embarrassed." It's not impossible for a weak woman to be the mother of the world in the future, and only if she is alive can she have a future, are you right?"

Cheng Nuo suddenly realized that the finale was indeed the finale, not to be soft, but to be tough.

Although the devil's situation is not big and he only has Yu Ji in his eyes, Cheng Nuo's current strength is not as good as Yu Ji's. He doesn't even have a guard around him, let alone an overlord, so it's hard to say what if something happens.

However, Cheng Nuo was not afraid at all, put away the cynicism just now, and looked directly into the other party's eyes: "So Mr. Zhongxi is just a 'China hand'. Here, women do not give way to righteousness!"