: Drink water and remember its source

It's better to hear than to see once. President Ye's class is indeed very popular, and almost all the students in the theater troupe are now at the practice ground.

As soon as Xibao walked in, he was so surprised by the lively scene in front of him that he couldn't help but let out an "ooh".

But what surprised her was that the fight for seats did not seem to happen. Everyone took their seats in an orderly manner from tallest to shortest. What surprised her even more was that the few empty seats left in the practice ground were still occupied.

In the first row.

As soon as she came in, Ye Xisheng, who was standing next to the podium, smiled at her and motioned for her to sit in the front row.

Xibao was flattered and had no idea what was going on.

It happened that Ximei and the others also saw her, so they waved to her and said, "Junior sister, come here quickly! Come and sit here!"

Xibao looked around and saw that the four people from Ximei were also in the first row, and a vacant seat was left in the middle for her.

Xibao's heart warmed, and he immediately felt the benefits of having four more senior brothers.

"What's going on? How can we get such a good seat when we arrive so late?"

Ximei chuckled, looked at Ye Xisheng and said: "It was all the idea of ​​Senior Brother Zhang Xing. He said that the theater troupe is no longer what it used to be. There must be rules when there are more students. People from the same family should take care of the younger ones, and the taller ones should

Give way to the little ones. So shouldn’t we little ones come to the front?”

After hearing this, Xibao raised his head and looked at Ye Xisheng again. Unexpectedly, he was also looking at her. When he saw her, he pulled his lips and smiled, which was very generous.

Xibao couldn't help but sigh, no wonder he was the senior brother Zhang Xing.

While she was thinking about it, suddenly a person stood in front of her, blocking her view. She looked up and saw that it was Tan Xiaofu again.

This person was currently patrolling among the four little carrot heads. Finally, his eyes fell on Xizhu, who was sitting on the right side of Xibao. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, my eyesight is not good. How about we discuss changing seats?"

"I-I-I-"

Xizhu was timid and did not dare to refuse even after hesitating for a long time. He subconsciously wanted to get up.

"I'm sorry, but I obey!"

Xibao pushed Xizhu back.

Tan Xiaofu was stunned and didn't understand what Xibao meant.

Xibao then looked up at him and responded to him with the same words that Tan Xiaofu said at the practice ground yesterday: "Men and women are not close to each other. Mr. Tan keeps himself safe. It's better to sit farther away from me."

"you--"

"Xiaofu, what are you doing standing there with such a tall figure? Why don't you hurry up to the side? Stop blocking the people behind you from listening to the class!"

A senior brother expressed dissatisfaction with Tan Xiaofu. Tan Xiaofu had no choice but to look at Xibao again, and reluctantly sat down at an empty seat aside.

Without Wensheng noisy at the side, Xibao's ears were much clearer. He immediately looked in the direction of Ye Xisheng again, not expecting that there was another person beside him, and he was talking to him at this moment.

This person is Mei Zilan.

But Mei Zilan seemed a little absent-minded, and would look over at her from time to time.

But he was an extremely shy person. As soon as he saw Xibao looking at him, he immediately looked away and turned away.

Virtue!

Xibao curled his lips, as if if she looked at him one more time, she would lose a piece of his flesh.

snort!

If you don’t want to watch it, don’t watch it.

Xibao then stopped looking over there and began to look at the new furnishings of the practice ground.

The old-fashioned seats were hung directly behind the stage, and now there was a picture hanging horizontally.

The four-character letter "Drink water and think of its source" is written in regular script.

Xibao can be sure that this is a new one, because when he was learning the rules here yesterday, he had not seen this word.

Drink water and remember its source?

This is probably the theme of Ye Rongzhen’s class today.

Xibao became curious about the story that President Ye was going to tell.

After a while, President Ye came in with seven coaches and sat on the seats that had been arranged in advance on the stage.

Xibao glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Mei Zilan and Ye Xisheng sitting on the far left side of their row.

Ye Rongzhen looks a little more kind today than when we first met him in the squad room yesterday, which makes Xibao feel at ease.

From the hope and smiles on the faces of the students around him, Xibao could also see that President Ye had a very good image in the minds of the students, and he must have treated everyone well.

"I looked at today's class. Everyone is here. They are sitting so far away. If I had known, I would have asked them to prepare more tea for me."

President Ye looked at the students in the distance and said with a smile.

The students also joined in the fun, but did not make any noise. They laughed once and then quietly waited for President Ye to speak, for fear that they would miss important content if they laughed too much.

Ye Rongzhen didn't show off, cleared his throat, and started today's story.

"The theme of the story I want to tell you today is written in this calligraphy. It is called 'Drinking Water and Thinking of Its Source'. In the future, I will ask someone to make it into a plaque and hang it on this practice ground so that you can see it all the time.

.”

By now, everyone felt that today's class was a little different from before.

Whether it's queuing up to take a seat or writing an inscription on a plaque, this has never happened in previous classes.

The smiles on everyone's faces gradually faded, and everyone began to look at Ye Rongzhen nervously, as if he had something big to announce.

But his expression did not change, and even his tone of voice remained the same kind.

"Before I tell this story, can someone tell you the meaning of drinking water and remembering its source?"

Everyone was silent.

Xibao knew that, but when she thought about the scene where she was taught a lesson by Wu Yuexian yesterday, she hesitated. After much thought, it was better to show off less.

As a result, everyone thought so, and no one really responded.

Ye Rongzhen then called him by name and said: "Xiaofu, you have read some books, so it's up to you to explain the meaning of this word to everyone."

Tan Xiaofu was very proud. Yesterday, Wu Yuexian asked Xibao to lead everyone in reciting the "Liyuan Rules", which made him so prestigious that he was jealous for a while.

Now that the president personally recognizes his knowledge, he has finally regained the upper hand.

So he straightened his back and said without hesitation: "Back to President Ye, in my humble opinion as a student, thinking about the source of water when drinking water should mean thinking about where the water comes from, being grateful, and not forgetting the roots."

Ye Rongzhen looked pleased and motioned for Tan Xiaofu to sit down.

"Well said, today I'm going to tell you a story and let you decide what should be done right."

Ye Rongzhen is really a kind little old man. His eyes are shining and his voice is slow but powerful. He is very attractive. Moreover, he has a strong personality. Xibao remembered that when he was in a private school, he was always talking to Mr.

sleeping in class.

But she felt that if her husband were replaced by Ye Rongzhen, the sleepyhead would have no chance of getting involved with her.

"When I started learning opera from my master, the master's method of disciplining his disciples in Liyuanxing was still very cruel.

I remember one time when I was in a hurry to eat in the morning, someone accidentally kicked over Master’s chamber pot. Master threw all our rice on the ground, made us lie down on the ground, and picked it up one by one to eat..."

Old-fashioned: There is a huge colorful embroidered curtain in the middle of the stage, also called the hall curtain. It is the bottom curtain that separates the front and back of the stage. It is made of satin or velvet, with various patterns embroidered on it. Now it is often used as a background.

But in the heyday of Peking Opera, every famous actor in the capital had his own special traditional pattern.

For example, Mei Lanfang's traditional patterns are peacocks and magpies, Tan Fuying's is dragon and phoenix, Ma Lianliang's is the stone carving of Wuliang Temple, and Ye Shenglan's is red leaves on a blue background.

In the old days, theatergoers who went to the theater to watch a play did not know the day's playlist in advance, nor did they know which character would sing which scene. However, as soon as they saw the old-fashioned pictures hanging out, they would know which character was about to take the stage.
Chapter completed!