Entertainment: God-level nanny

"What, this bald guy is Master Bai's disciple?"

"Damn it, Master Bai has bad eyesight. Why did he accept such a thing as his disciple?"

"Master Bai's ability has been blinded in vain. This bald man will not see the improvement of Peking Opera!"

"I studied under a famous sect, but my moral character is worse than that of a dog."

"That's right. Now that I'm moving out of the school, isn't this going to discredit Master Bai..."

Not everyone at the scene knows Bai Qinglian, but there are still some fans.

Coupled with Sun Taotao and others, the discussion was naturally huge.

Passengers around started to take out their mobile phones and started recording.

After all, this kind of melon is not available all the time.

Maybe putting the recorded video online will bring them a lot of traffic!

Su Yiming looked at the bald young man with a strange expression, not expecting that this guy had such an identity and origin.

"Your teacher is Master Bai?"

Su Yiming squinted at the bald young man and said, "You said that even your teacher can't do it. Can you represent your teacher? Do you dare to say it again?"

"I am Teacher Bai's second disciple, why can't I represent the teacher?"

The bald young man said disdainfully: "So what if you ask me to say it again?

Trying to combine two different art forms is tantamount to wishful thinking. Even my teacher, Teacher Bai Qinglian, can't do it! "

"it is good!"

Su Yiming nodded, suddenly turned around and said to the people around him, "Have you recorded everything?"

The reason why Su Yiming asked this was because he had already seen someone around him taking out his mobile phone and recording a video.

Regardless of whether this matter will be on the hot search lists of major social networking sites and short video platforms in the next few days, there must be evidence left.

Just in time for Kang Longsheng and others in the opera world to take a look:

How do opera and pop music come together!

"It's recorded."

"Brother, don't worry."

"This melon must be recorded..."

Those around who were holding up their mobile phones to record the video, especially the social cows, responded one after another.

However, it can be seen from the expressions on their faces that Su Yiming did not expect to ask such a question.

The bald young man was also confused. This was to make him famous!

He gritted his teeth and looked at Su Yiming with such hatred in his heart!

If I had known, he would be like the guy in front of me, wearing a hat and sunglasses.

"What, do you want to bully me online?"

The bald young man glared at Su Yiming and said, "Or do you have the ability to combine pop songs and opera?"

To the bald young man, he was just a passerby, an impulsive troll and a bully.

I can only live with my mouth. How could I have such ability?

"Hey, you are really right."

Su Yiming agreed directly, "You tell me, by coincidence, I happen to have a song that combines pop songs and opera.

Since you asked, just sing it here for everyone to hear. "

What the hell?

Not to mention the bald young man, even Sun Taotao and the people around him were stunned.

real or fake?

Can a random amateur do things that even Peking Opera masters can't do?

"Hahaha, I was laughing so hard."

After the bald young man was stunned for a while, he burst out laughing and said, "If you can really sing it, I will immediately kneel down and kowtow to these little girls to apologize."

"Okay, this is what you said."

Su Yiming nodded, turned around and was about to step onto the small stage.

"Hey, wait a minute, what if you can't sing?"

The bald young man stopped Su Yiming, "You can't just give nothing, right?"

"What do you want?" Su Yiming turned to look at him.

"Simple, kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize."

The bald young man sneered: "Record another video of you saying that opera songs are hot chicks, and upload them to major social networking sites and short video platforms."

This is so... so childish!

As soon as the bald young man finished speaking, curses broke out in the small concert hall:

"Are you really disgusting, you bald donkey!"

"Why don't you record a video and say you are trash?"

"I don't have high demands. Just say that you are not worthy of inheriting opera..."

Sympathy for the weak is a subconscious emotional change among people.

But there is no such thing as a weak person in this matter, only good and evil in the senses!

In the eyes of everyone who listens to Little Music, this bald man is a typical evil person.

"Row."

Su Yiming nodded and said: "Then you also have to send a video saying that your own character is lacking and you are not worthy of becoming Master Bai's disciple or inheriting opera.

how about it? "

Originally, Su Yiming didn't plan to do anything. Since you are seeking your own death, why should you accommodate yourself?

"it is good."

The bald young man agreed without thinking.

Although the onlookers shared the same hatred, seeing the 'war' escalating, they became more and more excited.

Not far away, Song Qingzhu, who was pushing a shopping cart, looked at the bald young man with a little sympathy in his eyes.

She knew Su Yiming well and never did anything she wasn't sure about.

What's more, the opera songs themselves were invented by him.

As for combining pop songs and opera, maybe Su Yiming has already done it?

This bald young man is destined to lose!

He Miao, who was sitting in the shopping cart, looked at the bald young man with a fierce look.

In the eyes of the little girl, this bald uncle was so annoying that he even forced his father.

He will definitely lose!

……

On a small stage.

Sun Taotao and others were stunned.

How could it develop to this extent in just a few minutes?

"Everyone."

Su Yiming stepped onto the small stage, looked at everyone, and said, "Can you know "Wujia Slope"?"

""Wujiapo" is a traditional Peking Opera play, based on the drum lyrics "The Legend of Dragon, Phoenix and Golden Hairpin"."

Sun Taotao was stunned for a moment and explained:

"This drama tells the story of Xue Pinggui returning home and meeting Wang Baochuan in front of Wujiapo. The couple had been separated for eighteen years, and Wang no longer recognized Xue.

Xue pretended to ask for directions to test his heart. Wang fled back to the kiln. Xue rushed there and told him his name and his experiences after separation, and the couple recognized each other.

Sir, is this the discount? "

"Correct."

Su Yiming nodded and said, "In this case, you should be able to sing and play this section, right?"

"Yes, we will."

Sun Taotao said quickly: "Then I don't know where to start singing?"

"Because I am not a professional opera actor, my singing should not be standard."

Su Yiming explained: "You will start shooting for a while, and then when I open my voice, please sing along.

I believe you, you should be able to finish singing along, right? "

After all, these girls and boys are majoring in opera, and Su Yiming believes that they can sing along with him.

"it is good."

Sun Taotao looked at the people behind him.

Seeing that her classmates were all nodding, she agreed.

"By the way, I'm clenching my fist to ask you to stop singing. You need to decide on your own when to start singing."

Su Yiming nodded towards the children and looked at the staff of the small concert hall.

Three young men and women in their 3s were wearing uniforms and had been watching the excitement.

"Excuse me, do we have a guitar here?"

Su Yiming asked softly.

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment."

A young woman nodded and hurried towards the warehouse behind.

Not long after, she trotted back with a guitar in her arms.

"Thank you."

Su Yiming took the guitar from the young woman's hand, played with it gently, tried the sound, and thanked the other person warmly.

"You're welcome."

The young woman blushed and stepped aside.

"Pretending."

Seeing Su Yiming's series of actions, the bald young man sneered disdainfully.

"Whether it's just pretentious or not, you'll know soon."

Su Yiming glanced coldly at the bald young man, nodded slightly towards Sun Taotao, and said, "It's time to start."

Sun Taotao gestured to the crowd, and a mellow erhu sound with a hint of shrillness appeared.

Then came the pipa, bamboo flute...

There was no way, they didn't have a complete set of music on hand, so they had to use other instruments to make up the music.

Although this accompaniment does not have all the instruments, the charm of Peking Opera is very strong.