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Chapter 395 Not Much Not Much
Early the next morning,
Zhong Liang came to visit with a gift.

Mei Qiubai was more than ten years older than him,
Even if it's just to teach Zhong Liang an opera,
There is no formal apprenticeship, and there must be some etiquette.

Learning art in the past was not as simple as it is now,
There are countless training institutions, and you can attend them just by paying.
If you are not satisfied, return your money and leave.
If you are really unhappy in your studies, it is easy to scold the teacher.

It was different in the past, I wanted to learn art in the past,

Not to mention all kinds of etiquette,
The teacher has to be treated like a father,
Because what he taught was the art of eating for a lifetime,
This is called a tutor.

Whether the teacher accepts it or not is another matter.

Zhong Liang can learn from the system,

And he also knows the function of opera.

The search function can search casually, there are a lot of teaching videos,
But that is equivalent to self-study, and it is not as good as the personal guidance of a teacher.

Some details are not known just by watching the video.

Besides this first episode, Zhong Liang really didn't want to be sloppy,

To be on the safe side, he planned to follow Mei Qiubai to learn this part of Farewell My Concubine.

Otherwise, he would be able to handle things by self-taught.

But that's not his character.

Seeing that Zhong Liang was carrying big bags and small bags of presents, he and Jie Ge came to visit,
It's not good for Mei Qiubai to keep holding on to yesterday's attitude, thinking that Zhong Liang is playing tricks.

He himself has always been rigorous in his approach to opera,
So when Zhong Liang offered to play the role of Overlord,

I feel conflicted from the bottom of my heart, even a little bit contemptuous of it.

He has seen too many celebrities learn acting just to create a gimmick.
Use this as capital for publicity,

He has never seen a star who really puts his heart into learning drama.

Opera needs to be polished off the stage for ten years, and if there is no ten years, it is not allowed to perform on stage.
Even the smallest stage is not allowed to go up,

Once the performance is bad, the bad ones will bring fame to the master.

Mei Qiubai put Zhong Liang in the category of playing tickets,
But for the sake of three boxes of Moutai in the gift,

He temporarily hid this conflict, and decided to wait until Zhong Liang formally learned,
Let him suffer a little more, so that he knows,
Learning to sing is not just a matter of words.

Mei Qiubai walked into the house with a box of Moutai in his arms,
As he walked, he said: "Oh, Mr. Zhong, you are too polite. You are just learning an opera. This big and small bag really cost you money. It makes me feel embarrassed... Let's all move in."

Zhong Liang: "emmm..."

Jie Ge: You are sorry, but you are not welcome at all.

Zhong Liang felt that if Mei Qiubai didn't sing opera, but talked about cross talk, he should make some achievements.

After moving things, Zhong Liang and Brother Jie had a chance to have a full view of Mei Qiubai's residence.

Yanjing Siheyuan old house, four courtyards,

The appearance is simple and exquisite, which is the most classical architectural form in Longguo.
It is the essence of cultural heritage for thousands of years.

Brother Jie looked around and murmured, "This area covers at least [-] square meters, right?"

When Mei Qiubai came out to greet the two of them again,
Hearing what Brother Jie said, he quickly waved his hands and said, "I've said too much, it's not that big, it's not that big. I'm a small one, only 2100 square meters, and the other house is close to [-]."

Ah, here... are you in Versailles again?
Brother Jie was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "It's close to three thousand, so is it three thousand?"

Mei Qiubai: "Four thousand and one level."

Brother Jie said oh, four thousand one is indeed not three thousand,

But the next second, he suddenly felt something was wrong, "You care about four thousand one and less than three thousand?"

Mei Qiubai asked seriously: "Is it four thousand to three thousand?"

Jie Ge blinked, he had doubts about the compulsory education he received.

"It seems that it is indeed less than three thousand ha."

Well, there is still a big house of [-] square meters.

Zhong Liang thought his Versailles was over, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning.

Maybe it's because I think that speaking like this is too much pretense,

Mei Qiubai took the initiative and said: "Don't look at the many houses, they are actually useless. There are too many people in Yanjing who have old houses. An old house is 3000 to [-] square meters, worth [-] to [-] million, but whoever buys it is that kind of The dilapidated house is not allowed to be repaired, and the family is crowded to death, guarding a golden mountain, but it cannot be sold at all.”

Zhong Liang: "They can't sell their house, so it's impossible that your house can't be sold?"

Mei Qiubai waved his hand: "If you can't sell it, you can't sell it. Who has hundreds of millions to buy this house, don't you think so?"

Okay, I know your house is worth a lot of money.

Stop talking, okay?
Learn to play, learn to play.

Brother Jie still wanted to start a fight, but Zhong Liang glared back.

into the courtyard,

There is a tea table made of pear blossom wood in the middle of the courtyard.
There is a grand master chair on the left and right, and three cups of tea are placed on the coffee table.
Blue and white porcelain cup, antique.

Mei Qiubai sits on the right, pointing to a cup of tea on the far left,

"Mr. Zhong, moisten your throat and open your voice first. Later, you will use all your strength to speak, and let me see if your voice can reach the level of singing a face."

Zhong Liang didn't say anything, he picked up the teacup and started to drink it.

Brother Jie asked from the side: "Master Mei, what should I do if my voice can't reach me?"

Mei Qiubai clicked his tongue: "Then it's hard to do, if the voice line can't reach, then you can't sing Hualian."

Brother Jie frowned slightly: "Is there any other way?"

Mei Qiubai: "Yes."

As soon as Brother Jie heard it, it would be easy to deal with it, otherwise, wouldn't this gift be given for nothing?

"any solution?"

"Substitution."

Brother Jie is picking up tea to drink, just took a sip,
Hearing this, he spit out directly.

Mei Qiubai was shocked: "What's wrong? This tea doesn't suit your taste?"

Brother Jie covered his chest: "No, my heart hurts."

"Why do you feel distressed?"

"I feel sorry for my three boxes of Moutai..."

Mei Qiubai pretended not to hear this sentence,
Turning to look at Zhong Liang, "Mr. Zhong, are you ready?"

Zhong Liang just finished drinking, put the teacup away: "Okay."

Mei Qiubai: "Stand here."

Zhong Liang walked to the place he designated and stood up,

Mei Qiubai’s voice came from next to my ear: “Peking opera’s painted face represents loyalty and bravery, the basic skill is to perform and sing, the airs of doing must be high, and the voice of singing must be loud and powerful, you can understand it as sound like a bell.

"My partner Jin Nianshan inherited the bronze hammer singing style created by his ancestors, and absorbed the singing and acting skills of the arrogant artist, breaking through the strict division of labor between the two. In terms of the use of articulation, accent, breath and other skills,

"The painted face is more subtle than the ordinary bronze hammer, forming his own style..."

Zhong Liang listened quietly,

Don't look at Mei Qiubai as if he is talking about history,
But this is actually a kind of inheritance of culture and skills.

You don't need to memorize it, but you have to understand it.

"The core of Hualian is the word "Qisheng". line of business difference.

"You sing along with me: Wow~~~~"

Although Mei Qiubai is a female actor,

But Hualian also understands something,

This simple 'wow' can also be as loud as thunder,

It was like an explosion in the hall!
(End of this chapter)