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In recent years, the Peking Opera market has not been very prosperous, but the "genre heir" Yu Shui doesn't think so. He loves this treasure passed down from his ancestors. But now is the market economy, and Yu Shui, who was out doing acupuncture, suddenly found that his remuneration was not as good as that of the two actors in sketches. The scale in his heart immediately became unbalanced... The train jumped stiffly on the cement sleepers, and the entire carriage turned into a cradle. Yu Shui usually feels sleepy when taking a train, but now he didn't feel sleepy at all. In his ears, the sound of the wheels sliding and banging on the rails turned into gongs and drums on the stage, especially like the rushing wind of the small gong before going on stage. He could hear the soles of his feet itching, and he wished he could come right away in high spirits.