However, the few theater-goers who were not part of this gang were messed up in the wind.

This is the level of the opening ceremony of the Hongmen Village Grand Set?

This is the birthplace of folk masters?

How do I feel that I have received a fake invitation?

Rao was the old and respectful Principal Sun, and he was also blank...turned to the direction of the old man in front of him.

But this old fanboy in the Peking Opera industry took a sip of herbal tea and cheered loudly in the direction of the several old ladies on the stage.

"Okay! Fragrant, good jumping, quite like a young man."

After the group of aunts struggled to finish the last dance step, the uncle turned his head and asked Principal Sun, "What happened to Principal Sun? Is there anything I need to serve?"

And the principal Sun who was asked blankly pointed his finger at the empty space on the stage and asked: "Old Tang, you borrowed a model costume from us, or the most expensive one. Is it for this level of performance?"

And the daddy of the smoking gun, the character called Elder Don, shook his head vigorously and returned: "How is it possible!"

When a group of people from the Chinese Traditional Opera Academy breathed a sigh of relief, they struggled to return: “Because I don’t know what the real level is. This is what my son wants from me. I must be a dad. It must be done."

After hearing this, the group of young students began to look at the sky together to relieve their embarrassment of wanting to have fun. The atmosphere of this table suddenly quieted down.

This... It's killing the gods.

But when they just looked at each other silently, Director Wang on the stage actively mobilized the atmosphere in the arena.

"Comrades, how good is our performance in Hongmen Village?"

"good!"

"So lovely!"

"Seeing how enthusiastic everyone is reflecting, then my old Wang's heart has settled down."

"Under such a high level of interpretation, I will bring you a bigger surprise."

"Because of our children who were born and raised in Hongmen Village, everyone who grew up watching Gu Zheng will bring more unusual programs to everyone."

"Do you expect it? Are you not interested?"

Upon hearing Gu Zheng, the younger people underneath started booing: "It's a must!"

"Hurry up, Pharaoh!"

The response was even more enthusiastic.

Especially at the table where Fu Sheng chanted slogans.

"Captain Fu, you can fight tigers when you go up the mountain, and you can catch thieves when you go down the street."

"Civil and military, the star of urban management!"

Neatly uniform, with great momentum, the attention of the next two tables was instantly attracted to the past.

"Let me go, the folk artist is a city manager, isn't that also an old city manager? Maybe it's the kind of street vagrants?"

Think too much...

But at the moment when the roaring underneath continued, Director Wang smiled triumphantly, waved his hand, and signaled that the soundtrack behind him sounded, and he shrank his neck and retreated to the stage.

‘The Cang’s come and get the Cang, Dangdang. ’

A burst of familiar blowing and strumming sounded from behind the stage.

On the lower stage where everyone hadn't noticed, a Peking Opera soundtrack of a grass-stage team was opening the stage with great effort.

At this moment, behind the backstage curtain, Gu Zheng, who had been waiting for a long time, took the sword in his hand, and took small steps, and it thumped... brightened up.

When his whole figure was fully displayed on the stage, Gu Zheng, who was like a sword-finger action, had moved every step on top of the rhythm of the drumming instrument.

Bending and turning around, the sword is straight, and the resolute but feminine in the circulation, it is just a simple circle to straighten the posture, so that the original noisy audience will instantly disappear.

In this world, it seems that there is only one person on the stage left, telling everyone his own story.

And the only person in this stage who can not be absorbed by Gu Zheng's performance and appearance is the professional opera performers at that table.

At this moment, they were actually like a foreigner who saw a giant panda, cheering in a low voice with a bit of excitement, excitement and cautiousness.

"I'll go, this is a young man!"

"If it weren't for the size of the head and costume, look at his two steps, his waist twisted, and this typhoon would not be cured!"

"Don't worry, wait a minute, and watch him walk through the opening scene. After the first sentence is sung, let's take a look."

After all, professional, even if the basic skills of the line are reached, depending on the age, the singing skills may not be much better.

However, Director Zhao, who is the head of the department, is not as demanding as Principal Sun. He rarely looked at the female apprentices who sang Dao Ma Dan next to him, and said to the stage, "Look at other people's basic skills."

"I'm still a man. If it's not for the physical difference, he can be stronger than you at more levels."

The most vivacious Huadan watched a few of her classmates being scolded with a smile, and didn't realize that this was her bad luck again and again.

Although everyone was criticized, their eyes were staring at Gu Zheng on the stage.

Because they needed this folk master so much, they sang badly and ran away... to comfort their wounded hearts.

Therefore, when Gu Zheng's sword was erected, his red lips sang softly, and the first sentence came out of his voice, the people at that table were so nervous that they would collapse the table.

Sing, come out!

"Persuade the emperor to drink and listen to Yuge, so as to relieve the emperor's sorrow and dance."

Accompanied by this long-tuned luck, and a word of dancing, the people here know that when it's over, they are defeated.

This voice... is crisp and magnificent, and the range is extremely high and loud, but there is no sign of a man's voice changing.

What folk masters say they are professional opera actors who have been immersed in this industry for decades and perform on stage, they also believe.

This is not bad, this is simply great!

The students listened lively, and the teacher listened well.

President Sun and Director Zhao, as singers of two genres of Cheng school and Mei school, heard something different from Gu Zheng's singing.

"Lao Zhao, have you heard anything?"

"Behind this young man's singing skills is extremely powerful, I feel that his way of luck is more like the way of the older generation of opera scientists decades ago."

"Very simple and straightforward, without a lot of fancy singing, but paying more attention to the use of authentic friendship."

"I listened as if I was there, and I was fascinated by it."

"Yeah, could it be said that this Gu Zheng came from an opera family?"

"But shouldn't it? We all know the children of the Quyi family in the circle these days."

During the two discussions, Principal Sun put forward his own opinion: "You said, this is not the descendants of those who no longer emerged after the previous opera troupe was dispersed in a special age. Bar?"

"Do not seek fame and fortune, but only seek inheritance?"

"Perhaps, isn't it? Let's wait until he finishes singing. If we go backstage and ask, don't we know?"

"Good idea, if this is the case, let's find a way to dig into the opera theater, be a guest teacher, and share experience."

"You can also play with our students. If he is really a good seed, can you also recommend him to participate in the Young Actor's Little Plum Blossom Award competition."

"If there are results, it will be a great blessing for our Northern Opera major."

"Okay, just do it." Director Zhao nodded in agreement, and together with Principal Sun, he became immersed in the appreciation of Gu Zheng's opera.

These teachers who looked at Gu Zheng's performance from a professional perspective thought more about the technical analysis of Gu Zheng's performance.

For the neighbours of Hongmen Village, it is purely a natural surprise and joy for people they know.

Among these people, there are many old people who have watched Gu Zheng grow up since childhood, and even some young people have grown up playing together with Gu Zheng since childhood.

My juniors, my friends, are still hiding such abilities. This group of people have the simplest feelings, and the neighbors who are not involved in interest entanglements are only full of joy.

Most of them don't understand drama ~www.readwn.com~ but this does not prevent them from giving compliments to Gu Zheng.

What do you say?

Art knows no borders.

Real art, whether it is elegant or vulgar, can distinguish the good.

This Gu Zheng, dressed in a yellow robe and a cold sword, turned around and split the sword in his hand without any flaws. Holding each of his hands, he played a beautiful one at the same time. Sword flower.

This made many young lads who had never heard of Peking Opera in the audience amazed in unison.

"Okay! Pretty!"

"I c, these are actually two swords!"

This shouldn't be a normal point of applause by the theater fans, but it was a blast of praise that almost suppressed the gongs and drums on the stage.

Principal Sun just frowned at the behavior of this kind of stuffed bun, but several of his students were pouting and indignant.

"At first glance, I didn't watch the play. I didn't even know Yu Ji's basic movements."

"Just patronize and look pretty and vulgar."

But no matter how dissatisfied they are, they can't offset a fact.

Nowadays, the number of people who appreciate the art of opera is really less and less, let alone watching the opera on the spot, it is the wonderful repertoire played on 11 channels every day, who can stare at the excerpts of the previous show. Basically nothing.

Except for those students who have persisted in inheritance since childhood, and have adapted to the fast-paced modern people, where will the younger generation pay attention?

But when an ordinary friend around you participates in it and becomes a leader among them, you will be shocked by the deep sense of substitution.

So I was impressed by the emotion called Chinese sentiment that is different from the exaggerated Western music that touches the soul.

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