As the saying goes, it is better to be a coincidence than to get there early.

Today, Fenglailou invited Dongfeng Henan Opera Troupe, a famous old team from City L.

This is a big opera troupe that is popular in Henan opera today. It is said that the old headmaster brought several famous artists to the capital to perform.

The second team of the opera troupe was left behind, but even so, it was heard that it was from Dongfeng Henan Opera Troupe, and the enthusiasm was still full.

When Xu Tong walked into the door, he saw that the guy was busy and he couldn't even bother to greet new customers.

He was not in a hurry. Seeing that there was no seat in the lobby, he walked straight to the second floor.

As a result, just as I was about to go upstairs, I was stopped by a friend who was guarding the door of the second floor: "My friend with the word "knowing" put Qingzi away, it's not Lao Kuan."

This guy is talking about slander and slander. He translates as a friend of the Tao. He puts away his weapons, and the people above are not laymen.

Xu Tong grinned. He had already recited such slanderous words in the world and even patted his belly without thinking: "Let me join hands with me, come quickly, Ma Ya."

My friends are all fellow fellows, and they are a little hungry and are ready to eat.

The guy smiled happily when he heard this. He waved his hand and asked Xu Tong to go upstairs. There were few tables upstairs. You could see several positions below the opera singing in the hall. It was not yet full at this time.

Xu Tong stood at the entrance of the steps and glanced at him first.

Sitting in the corner was a Taoist holding a whisk in his left hand and a string of rosary beads in his right hand, as if he was listening to an opera, or meditating, his eyes drooping slightly, not knowing whether he was sleeping or waking up.

At the two tables in front, there were a man and a woman. The man was wearing a suit, top hat, small sunglasses, and a fan in his hand, which looked quite like a young man in Shanghai.

The woman is much older and looks in her early forties. Her clothes are simple and simple, but the materials are all excellent. The most important thing is that the woman has a good temperament and she feels like a demeanor when sitting there.

Just looking at the clothes on these two people, you can tell that they are not from mainland China. Now the people in the Central Plains are generally dressed simply, so how can they be so fancy and whistle?

After seeing again, hey! Xu Tong's eyes lit up, and he saw that there were old and young sitting at the table. Isn't it the grandfather and grandson who performed on the flyover before? Seeing that there was a small wooden barrel under their feet, I was afraid it was the big wooden barrel during the performance that night.

I don’t know how it was made, but now it has become so small, it really looks like Cai’s Qianji Bucket.

Xu Tong looked at the people, and his eyes were also scanning him.

The old man, who was suspected to be a master of Caimen, was stunned when he saw Xu Tong, and then nodded and smiled at Xu Tong. It was obvious that he remembered that Xu Tong lost two dollars in his drums, but he didn't expect that this generous guest would be a fellow Taoist.

Xu Tong smiled and found a seat near the window to sit down, and he could just see the opera in the lobby below.

The guy quickly brought a plate of braised pork, a bowl of rice, a plate of snacks, and a pot of tea and went down.

From beginning to end, it was not that the guy was rude, but the rules in the teahouse. People who were traveling with him didn't talk to each other in the morning were afraid that they would be taboos. If anyone broke the rules, they would have to pay the tea for a day.

When it is dusk, you don’t have to worry about these things. You can talk as much as you want.

This rule has long disappeared in reality, but here is always a taboo for the store owners, so the people at these tables sat there sparsely, and no one spoke. Everyone listened to the opera quietly.

Today I sing Taohua Temple. Even though it is the second team of the opera troupe, my skills are not vague, especially when the flower actress named Cui Lanfang appeared, she was astonishing as soon as she spoke.

Even Xu Tong, who was busy cooking, stopped the chopsticks and listened carefully until the braised pork on the table was cold. After listening to this lyrics, he couldn't help but put down the chopsticks and applaud.

"Bang!"

At this time, a strange sound came from sitting behind him, and the woman hurriedly stood up and walked downstairs with tears in her eyes.

However, the boy at the same table had a dark face, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, and fanned his fan and sat there without saying a word.

"Hehehe, my friend meets again. Yesterday, my friend took action and thanked me."

After singing this song Taohua Temple, it was almost dark. The old man turned around and clasped his fists to Xu Tong to thank him.

"Huh!"

It was his turn to be a little surprised. He was not worth mentioning that he had punished those little management matters and had never disturbed anyone. It was not until the next morning that those naked guys were discovered.

He claimed that this was done without any knowledge, and he did not expect that the old man knew about it.

Putting down the chopsticks, he saw his right hand outside and his left hand inside, his two thumbs raised up and bowed to the old man: "I'm so kind, I just don't know how the old man is sure. Did I do this?"

Seeing Xu Tong's gesture, the old man's expression changed slightly, his left hand was auspicious, his right hand was evil, and his two thumbs were like incense candles. This was the gesture of the eight gates and seven gates.

Suddenly the old man looked straight, raised his left hand flat, held his right hand with his fist, and his two thumbs touched each other.

Xu Tong remembered that Mr. Song said that Caimen's hand was clasped and covered with the other hand, indicating that the technique was in it, so that outsiders could not see it. The thumbs were opposite each other and exposed their heads, indicating that the technique was endless, and the universe was in the sleeve.

This is Caimen’s gift, and it is absolutely impossible to be wrong.

He could basically confirm this time that the old man in front of him was really a master of Caimen.

Xu Tong signaled the old man to sit down and asked the guy to take away the leftover rice on the table, change it to a pot of tea and two pieces of pastries.

"Why wouldn't you dare to have a horse trick without a horse? You'll be guilty of being guilty. If you don't know the horse's prince, you almost let the mouse go."

The juggling gangsters in the world, how dare you not stare at me? Sorry, I'm sorry, I almost attacked my brothers.

The old man touched his beard and smiled and accused him of guilt.

It’s so simple for me to be afraid that when I gave me two dollars last night, I was targeted by someone.

But I didn't expect that those administrators would suddenly appear, disrupting their plans, otherwise their wallet would probably disappear.

Xu Tong immediately sneered: "Hehe, I left my eyes and beat the eagle as a quail, let you big rats go, the newcomer laughed when he stepped on the board."

After the old man said this, he understood that the administrators probably realized that they were thieves, otherwise why did they leave other merchants alone and specifically catch them away.

But those who did not have enough management experience and dared not directly say that they would catch thieves, for fear of being alarmed and speaking violently, but instead became public anger, even misunderstood themselves, and even beat them up.

This made him sigh. Sometimes, when black and white eyes look, it may not be true. He has been taught.

Sitting together at this time, it will be over as soon as the matter is opened.

The two of them chatted casually for a few words. Xu Tong originally wanted to put some clues on the old man's main line, but unfortunately this is an old world, very slippery and full of slander. He talked with you in circles, but he couldn't tell the idea.

After talking for a long time, he was tired, and the old man said he was tired. The other party bowed and returned to his table to feed his grandson snacks.

As soon as I left here, the woman who had just walked downstairs came up again. She had a melon-shaped face and big eyes, and she looked really good-looking. Although she had put on makeup, she could still tell how she had just cried.

Although I don’t know why she cried, I can guess it out based on the play Taohua'an.

This story is very short. It tells the story of a scholar named Shu Zhang Cai who went out to party. But after twelve years of leaving, there was no news. His wife Dou missed her husband all day long and was indifferent and eager to see her.

Once I accidentally saw a child very similar to his husband, so I recognized him as his adopted son.

It was a coincidence that the book was written. I saw an old woman selling clothes on the street, and Wang Sansi, who sold the goods as her husband wore when he left home. I asked Genyucai to find out that Zhang Cai died twelve years ago.

In addition to being sad, he also learned that Zhang Caiwang had an affair with Chen Miaoshan, a nun in Taohua Temple, and gave birth to a man. Because he could not raise him in the temple, he handed over to Wang Sansi to sell him to others.

Dou's Taohua Temple visited the nun, and told Chen Miaoshan about his sufferings of separation and death with Zhang Cai, and shared the same destiny and sympathy for each other, repaying his grudges with kindness, and taking Miaoshan to his home to support him, so as to fulfill his husband's thoughts during his lifetime.

A few years later, the adopted son was the top scholar in high school, and the whole family was happy. Wang Sansi also came to congratulate him, and then he realized that the top scholar was born to Miaoshan and was the biological son of Zhang Cai.

It seems that the whole family is happy and the ending is great, but when you think about it, you can tell that Zhang Cai is just a scumbag. He went out on a snowy night and finally asked his wife to clean up the mess for him.

By looking at the movements between the mother and son, you can guess the reason, just like the content of this drama is almost the same.

Xu Tong was not interested in the story of the mother and son. He was interested in the Fenglailou place. Although it was obviously unrelated, it always gave people a feeling of being closely related.

Last time it was me, this time it was this mother and son. It would be fine if it was a coincidence, if not...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and became more curious about this place.

"This guest, our boss has a letter to you."

Just as he was curious about the teahouse, the guy walked up and handed a letter to Xu Tong.

Xu Tong looked at the letter and looked suspicious for a moment. He did not hold it directly with his hands, but signaled the guy to put it on the table.

The envelope has no words, but there is a faint sandalwood fragrance.

He carefully picked up the envelope and put it in his hand, and played with it casually. The envelope in his hand became a paper crane and a paper flower. Then he wiped it with both hands and saw that the envelope was placed on the table intact.

With this little trick alone, a strange look appeared in the eyes of the old man who was eating pastries with his grandson.

"Man, where is the bathroom?"

"Turn left downstairs!"

Xu Tong stretched, stood up and walked downstairs, but the letter was still on the table.

Seeing this, the Taoist, who was sitting on the back table, stood up as he passed by. When he passed by, he swept the whisk and a hidden force broke open, which even broke the envelope.

Everyone raised their eyelids and saw that there was nothing inside.

Seeing this, Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, walked to the window and took a look. He saw Xu Tong leaving the teahouse. His slightly drooping eyes couldn't help but open his sneer, "Run quickly!"
Chapter completed!