To save the music festival, winning the championship is not too much.

He followed the two senior sisters to the backstage of the theater.

At this time, many people are already putting on makeup. After a short communication meeting, all participating members will meet with their makeup on, otherwise a lot of time will be wasted.

Song Jia and Wang Zitong greeted people as they walked. Wang Zitong was the one talking to people most of the time, and Song Jia usually smiled gently.

Everyone here also knows Song Jia's character, but no one will blame Song Jia for this, and sometimes some people will make fun of her.

For example, the person in front of me is dressed like a young lady from Huangmei Opera, and her phoenix eyes are very attractive.

But when she speaks, she has a bit of a cooing sound. This kind of tone can make men very excited when speaking, but this is not the case when singing.

"Jiajia, it's your No. 12 who won the championship this time, come on." Chu Jingjing smiled slightly.

Song Jia just smiled back, but after Chu Jingjing left, Wang Zitong sneered: "Bitch!"

Song Jia quickly grabbed Wang Zitong: "Senior sister, let's put on makeup."

The two senior sisters sat down, and then an acquaintance came to put makeup on them. Xu Xuan sat beside them and watched.

Wang Zitong suddenly smiled and said: "Xuan, why don't you also do some makeup?"

Xu Xuan was speechless, but the makeup artist said with a smile: "This guy has a very angular appearance. He should look very good dressed as a woman."

Xu Xuan waved his hands repeatedly: "I'll forget it, Senior Sister, you don't know how much time I spend with Master. If I go on stage, wouldn't it be Master Ze's signature?"

Wang Zitong laughed when she heard this. In fact, she didn't think about Xu Xuansheng being able to represent Peking Opera on stage. After all, everyone knew that Song Ji accepted Xu Xuan just because Xu Xuansheng could write opera songs, which was unique in China, so That's why there is such a thing as recruiting disciples, and Xu Xuan needs Song Ji's network.

To put it bluntly, everyone gets what they want, but feelings will slowly develop after contact. Many things are like this. You can't expect a stranger to treat you in every possible way. That would make people uneasy.

Song Jia pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Junior brother also sings very well, like "Chi Ling"?"

Wang Zitong suddenly said: "Yes, yes, why did I forget this? Xiaoyue, in a moment, give my little junior brother some make-up. Forget about women's clothes, it would be good to get a No. [-] Scholar robe, right?"

The makeup artist has a nice personality and nods yes.

Xu Xuan sat on the edge, laughing and scrolling through his phone.

Not to mention the outrage on Weibo, Xu Xuan raised his head and looked at Wang Zitong and said, "Senior sister, have you ever thought about making a movie?"

In "Farewell My Concubine", in addition to the protagonist, there are many supporting roles. Xu Xuan was undecided before. If Wang Zitong participated, maybe he could have a different effect from Song Jia?

Wang Zitong smiled and waved his hands: "Aren't the third and fourth boys in the movie business? If I were that kind of material, I would have become an actor long ago. I'd rather sing."

This kind of thing cannot be forced, so Xu Xuan said nothing more.

After about half an hour, Xu Xuan raised his head and saw that Song Jia and Wang Zitong had basically put on their makeup.

What surprised Xu Xuan was that Song Jia was wearing red consort makeup, her eyes were as charming as silk, but she was sharp and sassy.

Song Jia has a gentle temperament, so her eyes are watery, but her makeup looks heroic. After all, she will sing "The Consort" soon!

Coupled with Song Jia's convex figure and gradually red eyeshadow on her makeup, she looks like a shy little daughter-in-law. However, her costume is a red prince-consort robe, so just one look at her expresses her emotions in the play. Women disguise themselves as men.

Wang Zitong has standard Peking Opera makeup. Although she is older, it is completely invisible after makeup. Unlike Song Jia's gentle temperament, Wang Zitong's personality is more out-of-the-box than Song Jia's despite her age, so after makeup, He turned around and said with a smile: "How is it?"

Xu Xuan clapped his hands at the right moment: "Beautiful!"

Wang Zitong glanced at Xu Xuan: "Are you talking about Jiajia?" Although he said this, Wang Zitong still smiled happily.

Song Jia also smiled softly.

Then Xu Xuan was pressed in front of the makeup mirror by Wang Zitong and asked the makeup artist to give Xu Xuan a champion robe.

Xu Xuan let the makeup artist put on the makeup and said with emotion: "The beauty of opera can only be felt after experiencing it in person. You can't understand this shock just by watching it online."

Only after getting close contact with the two senior sisters who put on makeup did Xu Xuan understand why the current opera is in decline.

Beautiful makeup, paired with beautiful people, coupled with gorgeous clothes, is simply not something you can understand by looking at a few photos on the Internet.

Wang Zitong waved his long sleeves and said with a smile: "Today's traditional culture is gradually disappearing. The reason why the Ministry of Culture and Tourism organizes this exchange meeting is to produce some new opera programs every year, which can be regarded as bringing out the old and bringing out the new. By the way, some Classic opera programs are preserved."

Xu Xuan couldn't deny it and stood up after putting on makeup.

At this time, Wang Zitong and Song Jia couldn't help but look at Xu Xuan.

Wearing a red No. [-] Scholar robe, coupled with Xu Xuan's sharp facial features and makeup, Xu Xuan at this time really looks a bit like the No. [-] Scholar in ancient times.

Wang Zitong clicked his tongue when he saw it, while Song Jia's eyes were shining, looking at Xu Xuan with deep and stunning eyes.

Xu Xuan's mother is Xiao, so he is already good-looking, but Xu Xuan usually doesn't trim his appearance very much, so he looks like a big boy.

Now putting on the No. [-] Scholar robe and makeup, Song Jia suddenly looked three-dimensional.

Xu Xuan also imitated Wang Zitong and turned around, smiling and saying: "Today we will also be the number one scholar."

Wang Zitong laughed loudly and led Xu Xuan and Song Jia towards the venue. As he walked, he said: "In ancient times, when a man became the number one scholar, there would be rich and powerful people who would compete for his son-in-law. Today, I wonder if there are beautiful women who compete for their son-in-law?" "

At this moment, Song Jia behind him suddenly sneezed. Although it was very light, Xu Xuan and Wang Zitong still heard it.

The two turned to look at Song Jia.

It wasn't visible just now, but now I saw that on Song Jia's makeup, the sides of her nose were a little red. It didn't look like blush, but because the makeup was too thick, I couldn't tell it.

"What's wrong?" Xu Xuan asked.

Song Jia shook her head with a smile: "Maybe you caught a cold yesterday?"

Xu Xuan glanced at Wang Zitong, who said, "If you feel uncomfortable later, just tell the judges."

Song Jia shook her head and said nothing.

Today is a relatively important day, and it is impossible for Song Jia to miss it.

Wang Zitong turned around, sniffed his nose, and whispered: "Whose perfume smells of roses? It's really tasteless."