Master of Chinese Opera

Chapter 97
Following Mr. Chai to the Bailing Teahouse, there were eleven or twelve middle-aged and elderly men, all in their fifties, standing at the door. Each of them was leaning against the wall with an iron hook birdcage in their hands. With a submissive expression, his eyes were full of envy and he stared straight into the teahouse.

"Mr. Chai is here!"

"Master Chai, my disciple greets you."

"Mr. Chai, please, this little gentleman is very unfamiliar!"

……

Seeing Chai Xun and Shen Yuelou strolling over from the courtyard, the group of people leaning against the wall immediately nodded and bowed, and stepped forward to say hello.

However, they rushed Chai Xun and Shen Yuelou to the tea house, and soon retreated to the wall outside the door.

Seeing such a scene, Shen Yuelou couldn't help asking curiously: "Old Chai, aren't there going to be a hundred birds contending for a while? Why are they all standing outside with cages?"

Seeing Shen Yuelou's secretly weird expression, Chai Xun took a sip of his tea, and couldn't help explaining to him with a smug face: "Hehe, I don't know, this Bailing teahouse only allows "clean mouth larks" to enter. All larks that have spoken are not allowed to enter the door.

They are not eligible to participate in this event. It is already a great favor to allow them to put on the cover and listen outside the window with their gadgets. "

"So it is!"

I didn’t expect that the bird raising community is so hierarchical!
It is somewhat similar to Liyuan.

Hearing Chai Lao's words, Shen Yuelou immediately glanced around, and found that most of the guests inside came in empty-handed like herself, and there were very few experts who were qualified to come in with a birdcage.

Naturally, Shen Yuelou didn't know that each of the larks with a clean mouth was worth a thousand gold, and he couldn't find fifty of them in the whole of China. He could see ten of them at a time, and he was definitely one of the lucky ones in a million.

After a while, a young guy with a good camera came slowly.

"Master Chai, you are auspicious! This time, how about I arrange for you to appear in the finale?"

"That's the only way to go. With Mr. Shi here, I can't get on the big axis!"

Chai Xun nodded, and explained to the boy: "Old rules, be careful, don't surprise my baby."

Hearing what Chai Xun said, the clever little guy immediately replied with a look of panic: "Don't dare, don't worry, the villain's hands and feet are steady!"

After taking away Chai Xun's birdcage, the clever boy immediately placed the birdcage on the Eight Immortals table in the center of the tea room.

There, it is the stage where the lark performs.

Sitting on the tea seat, Shen Yuelou looked up, and saw a total of ten birdcages placed on the Eight Immortals table, each of which was covered, and Chai Lao's was placed in the ninth place.

After waiting for a while, a 64-year-old man in a Tang suit came out from the back hall, with a slightly fat body and a friendly face.

Looking at the ten bird owners in the six teahouses, Fang Zongzhang couldn't help cupping his fists and said with a smile: "Thank you all the experts in Yanjing for giving Fang some noodles, and coming to this Bailing event. After a while, after the bird leader is selected, the owner will come to me again." Drinking tea and listening to music at Bailing Teahouse is free for life."

"Treasurer Fang is magnificent!"

"Pay attention to people, nothing to say."

"Haha, only Master Niao Kui drinks tea for free? Then Mr. Shi or Mr. Chai will have to pay the guests for tea in the future when they invite people to the teahouse?"

"Otherwise, if they bring people here for free tea every day, shopkeeper Fang won't be able to bear it!"

"No way, Mr. Shi and Mr. Chai are not such people either!"

……

"Hehe, everyone is right, the previous statement is indeed somewhat inappropriate.

From now on, the owner of Bird Chief would not charge money to invite people to drink tea when he came to Bailing Teahouse. Fang could still afford this amount of money for tea.

Alright, now that the participating Brauns are in place, without further ado, let's start directly.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's listen to the wonderful sound and fairy music together! "

As soon as Fang Zongzhang, the owner of Bailing Teahouse, left the stage, the first owner of the bird stepped forward and opened the cage, revealing his own bird.

I saw that his bird was exquisite and small, with white and brown feathers all over its body. Even if it didn't hear the sound, it was very valuable to watch just by looking at it.

Pulling back the cover, the owner of the bird casually teased it twice, and the skylark began to perform "thirteen sets" for everyone.

Seeing Mr. Chai and the other nine bird owners close their eyes and listen to each other, Shen Yuelou also closed their eyes like them.

At the beginning, he only thought the lark's voice was clear and sweet, but after listening to the same routine three or five times, he gradually realized the changes.

When the sixth skylark began to chirp, Chai Xun acted as a commentator next to Shen Yuelou: "Hehe, Xiaoyou Shen, the five larks in front are just ordinary birds in the "Clean Mouth Lark". It's just that I have entered a little family.

If we compare actors in the opera world, the first five are qualified Peking Opera actors, and the sixth one is the famous actor in Liyuan.

When you hear the first sound, it’s crisp and loud, like it’s lying high in the middle of winter, and the east just turned a bit fishy-bellied, and then, a sparrow flew up to the branch from under the eaves, and took the lead in making trouble. .

This is the first of the thirteen sets, "The House Sparrow Troubles the Forest". "

Hearing Chai Lao's call, Shen Yuelou immediately recognized the scene described by the call of the lark.

It's a good one to come out of "The House Sparrow Troubled the Forest".

Wonderful, really wonderful, wonderful beyond words!
"The second set, our experts call it "Hubera Whispering Tail". Hoopera is the Shrike. Listen carefully to its calls. It is loud and undulating..."

Later, in conjunction with Chai Lao's explanation, Shen Yuelou heard the sounds of mountain magpies blasting the forest, cats and hawks, and waterwheels crushing dogs.

The sixth and seventh larks were mediocre in imitating the calls of cats and hawks. When hearing the call of the eighth lark, Shen Yuelou only felt that the cat's call was high and low, old and charming, and it was still alive. The size of male and female.

But the cry of the eagle is clear and lofty, cold and extraordinary, including the change from hovering at high altitude to diving down when it finds its prey.

The first eight are already so good, and the two Brauns as the finale and the main axis are even more extraordinary.

Chai Lao's ninth lark not only performed extremely well from the explosion of the forest to the cry of eagles in the front, but also in the scene of the waterwheel rolling over the dog in the back, the sound of the waterwheel went from far to near, and then from near to far after the dog was rolled, and at the same time the sound of the car Combined with the sound of the dog, it is really immersive, as if it is in front of your eyes.

The Bailing of Mr. Shi who appeared last is not only describing the scene, but also has its own narrative rhythm. It is neither slow nor urgent, and it is done in one go.

No wonder everyone in Mei can find a way to increase their opera skills from the song of the lark. This lark is really a master of vocal art.

After listening to the performances of these ten clean-mouthed larks, Shen Yuelou felt that he had gained a lot of insights.

With the same cover, different birds will sing different effects when they perform.

This set is like the program of Peking Opera. If you want to enter the room and reach the top level, you must not only understand all the sets, but also completely internalize the program into your own things, and then form your own unique set of aesthetic style and narrative rhythm.

This is probably how the genre of Peking Opera came into being.

After figuring out the problem of narrative rhythm and aesthetic style, Shen Yuelou instantly felt that his bottleneck was a little loose, and he faintly wanted to enter the upper realm of eight hearts.

(End of this chapter)