Chapter 478

However, a small number of people who do not belong to this gang are messy in the wind.

Is this the level of the opening ceremony of Hongmen village?

This is the breeding ground of folk experts?

What makes me think I got a fake invitation?

Rao is the old and prudent headmaster sun, but also with a blank face... Turned to the direction of the old man in front of him.

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

"Good! Fragrant, dancing well, quite young."

After the group of aunts finished the last dance step, the uncle turned around and asked principal sun, "what's the matter with principal sun? What can I do for you?"

President sun, who was asked, pointed blankly at the empty space on the stage and asked, "Old Tang, did you specifically borrow a model costume from us, or the most expensive one, just for this level of performance?"

The father of the smoking gun, known as Tang Lao, shook his head and returned: "how possible!"

When a group of people from the Academy of traditional opera just breathed a sigh of relief, they tried to return to: "because I don't know what the real level is. This is what my son asked me. I, a father, must do it."

After hearing this, the group of young students began to look up to the sky in order to relieve their embarrassment. The atmosphere of the table was solemn and quiet in an instant.

This... Kills chatting.

But when they looked at each other silently, director Wang on the stage was proactive in mobilizing the atmosphere.

"Comrades, how was the performance in Hongmen village?"

"Good!"

"How nice!"

"Seeing that everyone's response is so enthusiastic, my old Wang's heart has settled down."

"With such a high level of interpretation, I will bring you a greater surprise."

"Because we are the children born and raised in Hongmen village, we will bring more unusual programs to everyone when we watch Gu Zheng grow up."

"Do you expect? Are you interested?"

Upon hearing Gu Zheng, the younger people at the bottom began to coax: "it's necessary!"

"Hurry, Lao Wang!"

The response is more enthusiastic.

Especially at Fu Sheng's table, he shouted slogans.

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

"Both civil and military skills, the star of urban management!"

Neat and uniform, the momentum was quite strong, and the attention of the two tables next to him was immediately attracted to the past.

"I'll go. Folk artists are urban management. Is that an old urban management? Maybe it's the kind of street ronin?"

Think too much

But at the moment when there was a constant roar at the bottom, director Wang smiled proudly, waved his hand, signaled that the soundtrack behind him sounded, and he shrunk his neck and retreated to the stage.

"When Cang comes, he should be."

Bursts of familiar blowing and playing began to ring from behind the stage.

On the platform on the lower floor where people didn't pay attention, a Beijing Opera soundtrack troupe of the Caotai team was working hard there.

At this time, behind the curtain in the backstage, Gu Zheng, who had been waiting for a long time, took the sword in his hand and took small steps to light up the picture.

When his whole body shape was all displayed on the stage, compared with Gu Zheng's sword finger movement, he took every step above the rhythm of drum instruments.

Bend down and turn, the sword is straight, and the flow is firm but gentle. It's just a simple turn to straighten out the posture, which makes the original noisy audience disappear in an instant.

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

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

At this time, they were like woodlouse foreigners who saw the giant pandas in general, with some joy, excitement and careful cheering.

"I'll go. This is a young man!"

"If it weren't for the size of his head and costume, look at his two steps. His waist is twisted. The typhoon is incurable!"

"Don't worry, wait a minute. After he has finished the opening, let's have a look after the first sentence."

After all, professional, even if the basic skills of the line are up, depending on the age, the singing skills may not be more brilliant.

However, as the head of the Department, director Zhao's requirements were not as high as principal sun. He looked at several female disciples singing Dao Ma Dan next to him and said, "look at other people's basic skills."

"I'm still a man. If it's not for the physical gap, I can go up to more levels than you."

The most lively Huadan smiled and watched several of her classmates being scolded, unaware that this was her bad luck.

Although everyone was criticized, their eyes were wrong and stared at Gu Zheng on the stage.

Because they needed the folk master so much, they ran away after singing badly... To comfort their injured hearts.

Therefore, when Gu Zheng's sword was set up, his red lips sang softly, and the first sentence came out of his voice, the people at the table were nervous and had to press the table down.

Sing, come out!

"Persuade the king to drink, listen to Yu songs, relieve your sorrow and dance."

With a long tune of luck and a word of posturing and dancing, the people on this seat know that it's over and they've lost.

This voice... Crisp atmosphere, the range is extremely loud and clear, but I can't hear any trace of a man's voice change.

What folk masters? They believe that professional opera actors who have been immersed in this industry for decades perform on stage.

It's not bad, it's great!

Students listen to the lively, teachers listen to the profession.

President sun and director Zhao, as singers of two schools of Cheng School and Mei school, heard something different from Gu Zheng's singing method.

"Lao Zhao, did you hear anything?"

"The young man's singing skills are extremely profound. I feel that his way of luck is more like those of the older generation of dramatists decades ago."

"Very simple and straightforward, less fancy singing, but pay more attention to the use of true friendship."

"I'm on the spot and fascinated."

"Yes, can you say that Gu Zheng came from a family of opera?"

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

During the discussion between the two, President sun put forward his own opinion: "do you think this is not the offspring of those people who no longer appear after the previous opera team was dispersed in a special era?"

"Not for fame and wealth, but for inheritance?"

"Maybe, isn't it? Let's go backstage and ask him when he's finished singing."

"Good idea. If that's the case, let's find a way to dig into the opera house, be a guest teacher and share our experience."

"You can also play with our students. If you are really a good seedling, can you recommend him to participate in the competition of the young actor's little plum blossom award?"

"If there are achievements, it is also a great blessing for our northern Opera Major."

"OK, that's it." director Zhao nodded and agreed. Together with President sun, he immersed himself in the appreciation of Gu Zheng's opera.

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

For the neighbors of Hongmen village, it is purely a natural surprise and joy for the 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 with Gu Zheng since childhood.

My younger generation and my friends are still hiding such skills. These people have the simplest feelings and are only full of joy for the neighbors who do not involve interest disputes.

Most of them do not understand drama, but this does not prevent them from sending praise to Gu Zheng.

What did you say?

Art knows no borders.

Real art, whether elegant or vulgar, can distinguish the good from the bad.

Gu Zheng, dressed in a yellow robe and a cold sword, turned around and divided the sword in his hand into two without flaws. His hands held one by themselves and played a beautiful sword flower at the same time.

This made many young men who had never heard of Beijing Opera exclaim in unison.

"Good! Beautiful!"

"I C, these are two swords!"

This should not be the normal cheering node of the fans, but it was praised by the roaring sound, which almost pressed down the gongs and drums on the stage.

President sun just frowned at this kind of behavior, but several of his students pouted and became angry.

"I just don't see the play. I don't even know Yu Ji's basic movements."

"It's beautiful and vulgar."

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

That is, nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who appreciate the art of traditional opera, not to mention watching the opera on the spot, that is, there are 11 wonderful repertoires that are played repeatedly every day, and there are basically no people who can stare at the selection of the last scene.

Apart from those students who have adhered to inheritance since childhood, who have already 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 the leader, you will be shocked by the deep sense of substitution.

Thus, he was convinced by the emotion called Chinese feelings, which is different from the boastful western music.