Vol 3 Chapter 342: Snow drifts in the Guangde Building

In November, Beijing has already struck a chill, and the wind is much stronger than in autumn. It always looks very smart. As long as there is a little gap in the clothes, it will be found immediately and drilled in to hide it.
　　After several renovations, the Guangde Building has actually been somewhat nondescript, with a combination of modern and ancient appearances and mixed interiors. However, the large number of carved beam paintings and some old red lanterns can still satisfy the old Beijing nostalgic psychology of people who come here, such as the monkey Saner.
　　 As a veteran old artillery, Monkey Saner has a clear view of the large and small theaters in Beijing. These places can make them feel that Beijing is still a city of Beijingers.
He followed Lao Mu for the past few years, but he really gave Lao Mu as the boss. Dashilan, Tianqiao, Sanlitun and other new and old theaters and clubs in Beijing were all invited by him, and Guangdelou was not First time.
　　The large air conditioner in the Guangde Building blew warm air. The warmth of the room and the cold air on the streets outside seemed to be strongly split. Old Mu took off his leather windbreaker, and Monkey Saner hurried over to hang it on the hanger of the box, and by the way, he also 抻抻. Lao Mu doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner for heating in winter. He always feels that the hot air of the air conditioner can't be combined with the original dry and cold, which makes the indoor air quite awkward and stiff. It's far less like the heating. It feels more like winter.
　　After his father's death, Lao Mu was like a puppet in the past few days. They were directed by the funeral committee and Uncle Xing to do this and that. It's a clumsy way to change my father's shroud. It's a set of temporarily new old-fashioned military uniforms, like the red five-star red collar, which is commonly known as'three-point red' inside the military.
　　 The main hall of the courtyard rest hall set up a mourning hall, and the old Mu ruled for three days. In the past three days, people came from the generals to the workers, from the central to the localities. Old Mu gave everyone a gift and listened to everyone's comfort.
　　 Uncle Mu's level is not high, but on the day of the farewell ceremony, the largest VIP room in the funeral home could not arrange all the people. At the memorial service, the army gave his father a very high rating, which was called the conclusion of the coffin. His father's body was covered with bright party flags.
　　 On that day, many people couldn't cry, and her sister even cried. Lao Mu expressed thanks to all the guests on behalf of the family. The manuscript was also handed over to him by Uncle Xing.
　　 Uncle Mu was a retired cadre who participated in the revolution before liberation. According to the regulations, old Mu personally placed his father's ashes in the Xi'an Martyrs Cemetery. Old Mu felt that his father must like it very much because there are many of his old comrades. Marshal Chen Yi once had a poem: Here I will go to Quantai to recruit the old department, and the flag will cut the Yanluo one hundred thousand. I don’t know if my father will continue to follow Luo Shuai and Grandpa Mao in that world.
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　　 Today, there are not many guests in the Guangde Building. There are only two or three tables in the coffee shop on the first floor, and the scattered guest area is also sporadic. It seems that there are only two boxes in the second floor where Lao Mu is located, which is quite deserted.
　　These theaters are now doing business, but the business is not very good, and the Quyi market is far less prosperous than film and television. Now, with the exception of the Deyun Society, which is rapidly gaining popularity, the lives of other qu entertainers can only be counted on.
　　 is no big show, a hodgepodge of various Caotai team artists, crosstalk, sketch, drums, storytelling, and Beijing reviews tied. To be honest, Lao Mu was not interested in these things. He couldn't understand or appreciate them. He just wanted to find a place to hide and meditate. Sometimes he had fallen asleep before he arrived.
　　Lao Mu had been busy in Xi'an for a few days, and then waited until his father had finished the first seven, and stayed daringly for two days, he could not wait to return to Beijing. He could even use escape to describe when he was away.
　　Everyone was mourning and weeping, but Lao Mu did not drop a tear from beginning to end.
　　 He knew he should cry, but he couldn't cry, his mind was empty and his body was numb. No sadness or sadness, just feeling depressed. Old Mu knew that he shouldn’t have behaved like this. He was a son, and he should be a filial son. However, he couldn't cry anymore, and later Uncle Xing criticized him gently.
　　 "Your father...Although the way of educating his children is blunt, he is a great soldier, a great man."
　　Lao Mu was a little worried and sincere. He felt that he didn’t complain about his father. After working in the society for a few years, Lao Mu understood his father and his generation. Without tears, he could not cry, and he was very anxious.
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　　 "Shihan, you and Mr. Mu talk a lot, and tell all the jokes you know to Mr. Mu." Monkey Saner said.
　　Shihan is a little actor in his twenties, belonging to the periphery of the periphery. According to herself, she graduated from Beiying. Anyway, this kind of thing will not be taken seriously. Just like her stage name of "Shihan", others are too lazy to ask her real name.
Since Lao Mu came back from his home, Hou San'er invited him to watch the show and would invite some'Shihan' to accompany him. Lao Mu did not refuse to come. After watching the performance, he pulled the'Shihan' to do what, How to do it.
　　 At this time, a few commentators on the stage below were singing "Qinhuai Scenery", and the twists and turns were mellow and gentle~EbookFREE.me~ It's almost crispy to the bone. In the same tune, "Qinhuai Scenery" is sung in the Yanghuai area, and the famous song "Exploring Qingshui River" in the north. But the three in the box apparently didn't understand the tenderness inside.
　　Lao Mu has been in a muddled state. He failed to cry when he needed tears most in his life, which made him feel very frustrated. Disappointment in yourself, the numbness of emotional confusion, and the depression of being sad but unable to come out, filled Lao Mu with an overwhelmed flesh.
　　Lao Mu needs an emotional catharsis point. He needs an emotional introduction after the event.
　　 The programming of this kind of theater party is very chaotic, and there is no law at all. Next is a section of Beijing opera old students singing "Wild Boar Forest". The actors on stage just sang a small part of the whole drama, and Lin Chong was given the anti-two-yellow vocal tune "Deep Snow Glow" by Cangzhou Forage Snow Night Wine.
　　 "...The mountains and rivers in the dark clouds are dark, and the sparse forest is deserted..." The end of the hero is heartbreaking.
　　 "...Finally-wife's voice is broken, Guan Shan blocks his heart..." Ruthlessness may not be a real hero.
　　 "...what ambitious desire is to pull the galaxy, and the emptiness of the snow blade is not hoeing." Qing Yin sings, and is saddened all over.
　　 "... ask Cangtian when will he wield a three-foot sword in the future? He will make the thieves temple wide!"
　　 "...It is difficult to bury the heroes and grieve heroes, and the Temple of Resisting Lonely Mountain and the Mountain of Fury is temporarily sheltered from the wind and cold."
　　 Monkey San'er and Shi Han heard it tastelessly. When he turned his head to look, Lao Mu burst into tears and couldn't cry. His sorrow permeated the whole box.