C3 The First Time

The next day, Han Yuling did not return the key to the white-haired elders.

After thinking for the whole night, he finally decided to use this opportunity to melt the ice that had been stuck between them for many years. Otherwise, he might not be able to truly let go of the past between him and Han Chu Ming in this lifetime.

Rather than carrying this heavy burden and working gloomily in the city, it was better to take the initiative to clear away these burdens from his heart. Not to mention, if he were to leave just like that. . . No one really cared about this drama club. When the time came, they would leave, and it would be impossible for him to trace the source even if he wanted to.

So early in the morning, Han Ruoling drove to the Fu Sheng drama club.

The morning sun, accompanied by a few clear bird cries, passed through the branches and stuck close to the wall that was slightly covered in moss.

A large courtyard that looked ordinary from the outside stood on the street. It was six o'clock in the morning on the street, and there were not many pedestrians in the day. However, the courtyard that was only separated by a wall was very busy.

Practicing in the morning was a necessary homework for every opera industry.

In the courtyard, a few young people were in a circle. One of them was practicing martial arts while the other ran to smooth things over. In reality, they were walking slowly, then in the middle, and at the end, they were walking quickly. Beside them, there were a few other people practicing forward, backward, and stride.

The Fu Sheng Opera Club was a Tide-Troupe Club, and everyone practiced the basic skills of Tide-Troupe. Previously, Master Han practiced so early in the morning when he was there, and now that he went, it should be the same.

Before Han Chu Ming had passed away, the drama club had accepted a few dramas from the countryside. A few days ago, because Han Chu Ming had done something for free, it was inappropriate for him to play and sing first. No one had the mood to perform later, so these lists were pressed down.

Now that the "first seven" had passed, the village that had put down the list came over to urge them to perform again. Even if they were not in the mood, they could not just leave it at that. Thus, from this morning onwards, everyone was busy preparing for the filming of the village performance.

Because the scenes they performed were different, the movements they had to specially practice were different as well. Therefore, after they collectively practiced their basic skills, they dispersed and began to practice according to their own scenes.

Everyone held their scripts in their hands and went through them once. The script in the hands of the young woman standing in the middle was the thickest. Because she was the pillar of the Fu Sheng Opera Club, many roles had to be played by her.

Her name was McRui. In the industry of Danjiao, she held the unique score of "Two Four Volume. " This ancient record was written in words. When modern people who were used to reading the Five Recipes and Recipes saw it, they would feel as if they had seen a heavenly book. However, since they were young, McRui and her companions, who had been used to learning from the drama school, could see it clearly.

Originally, she had learned to play the role of a girl in the theater. However, ever since she joined the Fu Sheng drama club, she was the only one who could sing as the main character. As for this one, her mission naturally became heavier.

In a recent scene that was about to be played, she was going to play the role of Li Sanniang in the Jing Bian Club, the role of Tsing Yi.

Although the Tsing Yi that Mai Rui was playing now was Dan Jiao, the difference was still huge. In layman terms, Tsing Yi was a "married woman," and her daughter was a "unmarried girl. " The two's performances on the stage were completely different. One had to be full of charm, and the other had to be cheerful and cute. This was a test for the usually calm and unchangeable Mai Rui.

"Are you ready?" The white-haired musician Master Zhuang watched as Mai Rui took out the score and asked softly.

A few days ago, she had been busy with Han Chu Ming's funeral, which had delayed her cultivation and caused her to be depressed. At this time, it was indeed difficult for her to get into character all of a sudden. As a result, the former Guqin Master tacitly pulled the string and prepared to help her hang her throat.

"Yes, Master Zhuang, let's begin. " McRui nodded in agreement.

The string started playing. Mr. Zhuang stood up first and let McRui speak in a low voice, followed by the "Three Kong String" and "Four Kong String," and then the "Five Kong String. " After going back and forth a few times, he hung the string until the sound of the string seemed to have the texture of "jade. " Only then did he begin to rehearse.

This time, Mai Rui sang Tsing Yi with the Ginger Finger. This was a hand gesture unique to Tidal dramas. It was different from the orchid finger. The Ginger Finger required every joint to relax and become soft. Compared to the orchid finger being able to relax at the tail and ring finger, it was more difficult to practice.

Mai Rui's basic skills were relatively solid. With a raise of her hand and a positioning position, her figure immediately appeared. As soon as she opened her mouth, she found herself looking for a show.

Outside the yard door, two children were squatting and playing with sand and sand. The sound of a rehearsal could be heard. The little girl put down the sand and sand in her hand and said to her brother beside her, "Brother, listen! It's so nice!"

When her brother heard this, he also put down the things in his hands. He looked up at the high wall and suddenly felt curious.

This drama had an ancient accent. The little boy pricked up his ears and listened for a while. He decided to bring his sister forward and see clearly through the crack in the door.

As he watched, a black sports car stopped outside the yard. A man in fashionable clothes came down from the car. He was wearing a black handshake on his arm and staring at the two children blocking the door without saying a word.

"Uncle, we. . . " The big brother stood up and protected his sister. He looked up and stuttered.

Han Ruoling looked at the crack in the door and then looked at the two of them. She then asked, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

The two little fellows nodded at the same time.

Han Ruoling thought for a moment and said, "Come in with me. "

As she spoke, the slightly heavy wooden door was pushed open, making squeaking sounds.

The people in the courtyard who were rehearsing were all interrupted. Each of them looked at the door with some surprise, and looked at the familiar yet strange figure standing at the door.

Mai Rui looked closely and recognized who this person was.

McRui still remembered that Han Chuming often mentioned to her in his free time that his son was a partner in some big city business. It was said that his salary was very high. It was said that he had a house and a car in the city. It was said that he was very handsome. . .

But all of this was shattered by the phone call she made after Han Chuming passed away.

"Mr. Han, what are you. . . " The guqin player's throat hanging work was interrupted midway, and there was a slightly displeased expression on his face. In this theater, he was quite old, and his seniority was also higher, so he opened his mouth to ask.

"According to my father, I will take over the Fu Sheng Opera Club from today onwards. Please give me your guidance. "

Such an answer made the doubts on everyone's faces even more obvious.

"No, Mr. Han. Although you are Teacher Han's biological son, just tell the truth, 'filial piety is the priority'. We don't welcome people who don't want to come back and watch their father die to join the Fu Sheng Opera. " After a long period of silence, a bald young man spoke.

Han Ruoling's face darkened, but she did not continue the topic. Instead, she asked, "Where is my father's office?"

The row of people standing opposite him did not speak.

Han Ruoling's face darkened. He was never someone who would beg or give up without saying anything. He could just find this piece of land by himself.

Thus, he walked into the courtyard and began to search from the left side hall's earroom.

The two little boys and girls who followed him in slipped into the other side hall, one in front and one behind. The costume and makeup inside made their eyes light up.

The room at the very edge was a kitchen with a few stools, tables, and simple kitchen utensils. Although it was called a kitchen, the stove that was originally built with bricks was useless. There was not even ashes inside. One look and one could tell that it had been a long time since it had been used.

Nowadays, the theater used either an induction cooker or a kitchen table that could be moved and moved. Even the bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged in a plastic box.

Han Ruoling knew from a young age that the people of the drama club often played outside. They had to settle three meals a day outside. When he was still a little boy, he had eaten food like this for a month with his father.

He never thought that after all these years, no matter how many people the drama club changed, how many cooks changed, and how convenient the delivery service was now, the Fu Sheng drama club still retained the eating and drinking style of acting.

In the kitchen, the old uncle, Uncle Fang, was squatting on the ground washing the vegetables. Uncle Fang was old and his ears were a little behind his back. He did not know about the people and things outside at all. Seeing Han Ruoling suddenly walk in, he was shocked and said, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

Han Ruoling stared at him for a while, then turned around and left with a straight face without saying anything.

The next few rooms were piled with miscellaneous items and tools. Han Ruoling glanced at them and finally found her father's office at the side of the main hall.