“Technically, I should call him ‘Master Pig.’” “Junior Master!”
“Shen Qingxu's father, Old Master Wang.” “My surname is Shen, but my dad's surname is Wang?”
“He isn't home, so I'll go to his place.” “Sure, go be my wife.” “??? Are you allowed to say that?”
The whole internet expected my old-fashioned junior master to kick me out of the sect. Instead, he stood up for me in a fit of anger.
To escape from home, rich young master Lin Pipi dives headfirst into Qingfeng Society, a struggling crosstalk troupe on the verge of disappearing, and becomes the most troublesome disciple under Shen Qingxu, a proud, aloof “living fossil.”
Everyone is waiting to see this spoiled young master get kicked out by the unyielding Master Shen.
But instead, they get this:
Lin Pipi cracks jokes during a livestream and gets slammed for “desecrating art.” Shen Qingxu spends the night gathering theoretical support for him, then personally teaches him the proper way to use “three turns and four shakes” the next day, leaving the haters speechless and impressed.
Lin Pipi spends a fortune recreating a teahouse from the Republican era and gets mocked for his “bourgeois stink.” But Shen Qingxu takes the stage and performs a long-lost section of “Wenzhaoguan,” proving just how worthwhile that money was.
One day, Lin Pipi watches Shen Qingxu ironing his long robe for him and says lazily, “Junior Master, they say you're the last guardian of traditional crosstalk.”
Shen Qingxu doesn't even look up. “Mm.”
“What about me?”
“You're here to kick the door down.” Shen Qingxu looks up, his eyes full of tenderness. “You kicked open the door to my heart, too.”
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