Chapter 476

Gu Zheng picked up his eyebrows, turned his head to the middle position, turned his back to the direction of the cigarette gun, and made a simple start

When he looked back, time flowed and amazed the old locust tree in the hospital and a big rough man with a stunned face under the locust tree.

At this time, Gu Zheng's shadow under the night light has long been dragged, just a little handsome ordinary face, but at this time, it seems to be a gender blurred by the light.

When he raised his hands and feet, the rough man who had no image just now stuffed with mustard pier stood up at the front of the small dinner table. If he changed a person's general, he could no longer see clearly in the clouds and fog.

A person, standing under the lamp, gently moves his steps, slowly waves his water sleeve, turns his face, but he doesn't show his teeth and his sleeve doesn't show his fingers, just like a lady's style.

If this is nothing, after Gu Zheng's thin lips opened and Liu Ying's voice came out, the cigarette gun still sitting in front of the small table had nothing left in his eyes.

……

Qingyi is a dream, care about the years;

Huadan is wine, which is made in years;

Originally Huadan, gradually Qingyi.

……

This person, this scene, this song, this feeling,

Has been mixed together, floating in this quiet courtyard, echoing in this impetuous society.

Let the people who passed by this small courtyard, the pace of hurried home also slowed down by three points. The impetuous, who choked his stomach because of the illusion of the day, also dissipated in an instant.

Imagine that we were once Huadan characters.

Cute, cheering,

Young and impetuous, but still in high spirits.

Like March poplars flying all over the sky and attacking people's faces.

A frown and a smile draw people's hearts.

But since when, is it time? Is life? Or the shackles in your heart?

Let's complete the transformation from Huadan to Qingyi?

Gradually become a dignified and elegant, Shun eyes and low eyebrows, shallow singing, singing daily necessities, oil, salt and human feelings.

Singing and sighing is always about the love of big Tsing Yi?

When I look at Huadan, I see the joy of half my life,

We see Qingyi... But we can see the sadness of a lifetime.

When the song in Gu Zheng's mouth fell slowly, I don't know when, the open mouth of the cigarette gun also closed tightly. Just staring at Gu Zheng under the light, my thoughts seemed to fly away with the paused tune.

Gu Zheng, who adjusted his state and retracted freely, turned a white eye, changed the mess frame just carried, went straight to the front of the cigarette gun, patted him on the shoulder and reminded him: "Hey, brother, come back, wake up."

"If you delay any more, you'll find no one in the middle of the night, even if someone wants to lend you the costume."

"Oh, oh." Gu Zheng interrupted the startled cigarette gun and immediately recovered. At this time, he grabbed Gu Zheng's arm. There was a light called excitement in his eyes and said with a little excitement: "brother Gu Zheng, our celebration is stable!"

"No matter what cattle, ghosts and snakes, what evaluators of the Culture Bureau and investigators of the urban construction planning bureau, there is only one way to go in front of your brother."

"That's kneeling down and singing conquest!"

"Sure enough, it's a folk expert. Wait, brother, brother. I'll lend you clothes. Not only that, you must have a full set of clothes!"

"Wait, brother, I'm going now!"

"Ah ah!" Gu Zheng here only listened to half of his words, and the cigarette gun over there rushed out of the yard and ran away.

Just looking at the back, Gu Zheng has seen that the cigarette gun has made two difficult jumps on the road.

Is this crazy?

But what the hell is the investigator of the Cultural Bureau? Why don't you leave after you explain your words?

Gu Zheng, who couldn't get the answer, simply didn't want to tangle.

Anyway, by tomorrow morning's celebration, everything will be clear.

Turning his head, he could only pick up the leftovers and send them to the food box.

In the end, the boxes in Beiping restaurant have to be sent back by Gu Zheng. No one has done a good job in the aftermath.

As soon as Gu Zheng opened his eyes, it was time for the sun to shine.

Even the daily morning run did not have time to do, they were pulled to the backcourt of Lianhuatai, the innermost part of the commercial street.

Among them, there is a set of costumes hung with professional hangers, standing in front of the makeup mirrors in the last row, which is particularly conspicuous.

Gu Zheng, who saw this costume, raised his eyebrow at the smoker who pulled him over with great interest and asked, "brother smoker, you really trust me. You can find such a single costume."

"Do you know that this costume can only be used in the role of Yu Ji in the passage of farewell my concubine."

"Unlike other young ladies in green clothes, those who make do can deal with each other. Are you really afraid that I can't sing this aria?"

But who thought that the cigarette gun on one side was justifiably back: "if you want to talk about anti string, you can sing as touching as the characters I rarely hear. Isn't it easy to catch the farewell concubine on the rotten street?"

After hearing this, Gu Zheng, who covered his face, was almost stuffy and short of breath. The more familiar the aria, the more it was tested and demanding in all directions.

This farewell my concubine, originally produced in 1922, is actually customized for master Mei Lanfang. In the process of continuous interpretation, it is also divided into two schools.

However, the Yu Ji's dress, which is too obvious, is a classic that has not changed over the years.

Up to now, I can only pray that all the people who came to the ceremony are neighbors and familiar people.

If you are serious, you really have to show some housekeeping skills.

I don't know the skills of master Gu, who has formed his own school. He doesn't practice during the day. Don't be unfamiliar.

Gu Zheng, who accepted his fate, sat in front of the makeup mirror. When holding the eyebrow makeup pen in his hand, a familiar feeling flowed from his fingers to his heart.

The deep-rooted soul of opera people seems to be awakened by this small pen.

Let Gu Zheng, who was dressing in front of the mirror, settle down.

The makeup of opera is so magical.

Wheat skin color, because of the shelter of rice like white powder, changes the color.

Too resolute eyebrows are also gentle for years.

The elated look in Gu Zheng's eyes turned into looking forward to life. Although it was not as good as the amazing effect that the delicate facial features could produce... But under Gu Zheng's wonderful pen and flowers, it also added a bit of charm, coupled with the transformation of his posture.

If you are under the stage a few meters away, looking from a distance, a beautiful woman is slowly emerging.

No more half a man.

Gu Zheng here painted and witnessed the whole process of smoking, but he blinked desperately.

There were only two words left in his mouth. He shouted repeatedly: "I'll go! I'll go!"

It seemed that if he didn't do so, he couldn't hide his surprise at this time.

Seeing the reaction like a cigarette gun, Gu Zheng, who painted a good makeup, made a follow-up action that made him more amazing. The man, who knew each other, skillfully pasted the spikes in front of Yu Ji's forehead, and the large locks on her temples became the shape of the moon gate.

After he put the glittering diamond green wishful crown on his head, the cigarette gun just covered his chest and wanted to sit aside and have a rest.

His legs are soft and his heart beats hard.

The bead curtain on the Ruyi crown, which only Yu Ji can bring, hangs at the end. When Gu Zheng looks at the makeup, it swings up together.

With a bit of heroism and vigorous hair, it is different from the sassy state of ordinary women.

After seeing that the makeup at the corners of his eyes was symmetrical and the headdress on his forehead was even, Gu Zheng stood up in front of the mirror, began to pick off the clothes hanger layer by layer, and put them on himself one by one.

There is only one person in Peking Opera who can wear ancient clothes, fish scales and high-grade custom-made cloaks.

This character named Huashan integrates the characteristics of Huadan, Qingyi, Dao, Ma Dan and other characters. It requires that you be proficient in singing, reading, doing and playing. It is not a comprehensive skill that ordinary people can do.

This ancient costume is inlaid with rivets symbolizing the generals. In order to reflect Yu Ji's fortitude, it also makes the beautiful waist line of the costume to the extreme.

Can you borrow such gorgeous costumes embroidered with peonies and dragons and phoenixes, which must waste a lot of time on smoking guns?

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he didn't mind that the other party borrowed clothes without good discussion with him.

On the contrary, he asked: "brother yangun, your clothes are too professional. Isn't Taihua beautiful?"

"This is definitely a costume that can only be used in normal tracks."

"Where did you borrow it?"

Gu Zheng's cigarette gun, which was suddenly questioned by Gu Zheng, reacted. When he said his achievements, he was a little complacent.

"Aren't we close to the capital opera academy?"

"You also know the old man of my family. He has been an old fan for many years. Few fans in 49 cities don't know him."

"When I held the horn at the beginning, the whole city ran around and got to know a lot of Quyi people and teachers."

"No, there are several grandparents and uncles who are professors and teachers in the drama academy."

"I want to borrow clothes. Wouldn't it be too cheap to get some students' usual practice clothes?"

"So I went to the old man, picked up some of everyone's private collections and gave you a long face."

After hearing this, Gu Zheng, who was just about to put a lake blue trimmed cloak on his body, shook his hand and said, "no, I can still get some points in this costume. Why don't I believe it when you say it's the clothes of these anti string masters?"

After all, now most of them are women to interpret the image of Yu Ji. Many masters of Cheng School and Mei school have begun to accept female disciples.