Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

Professor Lin saw that although Fang Wuqiu was easily shy, he did not shrink back and dare not speak, but was gentle and polite, standing there frankly, and immediately fell in love with him, so he talked to him about the things in class: "You are Tong Shanfu's friend. , did you come here specially to listen in today?"

"Yes, Professor Lin."

"I see that you seem to like lectures on paper, and you will listen very carefully when I talk about it later." Professor Lin smiled.

Fang Wuqiu nodded, then bent down, bowed politely and said, "You sing very charmingly. I am ignorant and have never heard of the play Paper Shangtang, but after hearing it today, I especially like it. I hope I can get your guidance."

There is no teacher who doesn't like Fang Wuqiu's upright, diligent and inquisitive student. Professor Lin raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction, and at the same time gave Professor Chu a good look.

Mr. Chu also laughed out loud, telling Professor Lin good things about Fang Wuqiu.

He even talked about Fang Wuqiu getting up early in the evening to sing opera and practice his voice. After Professor Lin learned about it, his eyes streamed with appreciation.She thought for a while, took out a USB flash drive from the drawer, handed it to Fang Wuqiu, and smiled kindly: "Since you like it, go back and study hard. Here are all the teachings on paper, take a good look."

"Thank you, Professor Lin." Fang Wuqiu held the USB flash drive in surprise, and thanked him excitedly.

Professor Lin finally said meaningfully: "I hope to hear this play when I see you next time."

Fang Wuqiu's eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily: "I will."

Professor Lin is busy with work, and Fang Wuqiu can't always disturb her in the office. After finishing talking, he politely said goodbye.

outside the office.

Tong Shanfu leaned her elbows on the railing and waited for Fang Wuqiu. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned her head and said, "Qiuqiu, you are out." Just after she finished speaking, Tong Shanfu glanced at the old man who came out behind Fang Wuqiu, Immediately, he stuck his hands to the seams of his trousers, stood up straight with his back straight, and shouted: "Hello, Professor Chu."

Fang Wuqiu also looked back in surprise: "Grandpa Chu."

Mr. Chu carried his work bag and said with a smile, "Are you going home, let's go together?"

Fangwu Qiuyuan planned to invite Shanhu to dinner after the matter was over, and to express his thanks. He hesitated for two seconds, and when he was about to speak, Tong Shanfu said anxiously: "Then Qiuqiu, I have something to go first, you and Professor Chu go back Bar."

Seeing that Tong Shanfu seemed to be afraid of Grandpa Chu, and her tone was anxious, Fang Wuqiu nodded and said, "Shan Shan, thank you for inviting me to listen. I will be the host some other day, and I will treat you to dinner."

Tong Shanfu's lips curled up: "Then I'll wait for Qiuqiu."

She blinked cleverly, then pointed outside, grinning and said: "I'll go first, goodbye Qiuqiu, goodbye Professor Chu."

After Tong Shanfu left the office building in a hurry, Fang Wuqiu and Mr. Chu walked slowly outside the college.

On the way, Mr. Chu asked him about auditing the class, and couldn't help emphasizing: "Professor Lin is the number one master of Peking Opera, you should cherish her guidance, Xiaoqiu."

After a short class, Fang Wuqiu understood that Professor Lin's teaching is very unique. She does not simply sing along every word and every sentence. She is good at digging out the emotions and characteristics of opera, teaching by hand, singing skills and aesthetic interest. At the same time, guide, the ultimate goal is to achieve the unity of body, breath and emotion.

This teaching method is very similar to what my father said in the opera troupe. The emotional grasp of opera performance is often more precious than simply memorizing the lyrics and the movements of hands and feet.

Fang Wuqiu's expression was gentle, and he nodded without hesitation in front of Mr. Chu, and said sincerely: "Grandpa Chu, I understand that opportunities are precious, and I will never waste them."

When approaching the community, Fang Wuqiu saw that it was still early and the weather outside was good, so he wanted to practice again downstairs.After he said goodbye to Grandpa Chu, he walked slowly to the garden next to the building in the community.

As soon as Mr. Chu went upstairs, he received a call from his handsome grandson.

"Is grandpa still in college now? I just passed by and picked you up to go home with me?"

When Grandpa Chu heard his grandson's voice, his complexion suddenly improved, and his face was rosy with a smile: "I'm already home, Xiaoqian, come here quickly, grandpa is waiting for you."

The grandson has no new dramas recently, and his work has been slack, so he has a lot of time to spend with him. Mr. Chu is reluctant to let his children worry about work, so he often asks Chu Qian to come to his house for dinner.

Knowing that Chu Qian was coming soon, Mr. Chu walked into the room contentedly.

There are many camphor trees planted in the community, and the circular stone road surrounds the sculpture fountain in the center of the garden.Now there are not many residents walking and relaxing in the garden, only four or five people playing in it. After Fang Wuqiu passed by, he walked to the opposite side of the small pond and found a secluded corner.

He put his backpack on the wooden chair, straightened the hem of his clothes, and stood upright with his back straight.

It is better to get up early to practice your voice, and now he is going to do the most basic foot posture and hand posture training.In the past, his father taught him a lot, and the things he trained from childhood to adulthood have already been deeply imprinted in his heart.

From the beginning of time travel, and not long after the live broadcast started, he found operas on the Internet that were suitable for training. The lyrics and tunes are very simple, and they are not bad for exercising.

The mobile phone was lightly placed on the surface of the backpack, and Fang Wuqiu was standing upright beside the wooden chair. When the melodious tune played, his red lips fluttered, and he moved his hands and feet as he sang.

"Hiding the shadow of a beautiful woman in the gallery, going to the incense burner to meet your husband again, no trace of the butterfly on the swing, stuck in the narrow wall and unable to walk in..."

The voice covered in rain and fog, euphemistically crooning, flows through the ancient phonograph.Fang Wuqiu's eyes were slightly closed, and there was affection in his brows and eyes. He looked ahead, and the story of the play was running in his mind.

Talented gentleman, young and beautiful girl, separated by the world, never see each other.

"Hey, the green grass is luxuriant, and the green grass is withering." Fang Wuqiu has no time to think about anything else, his thoughts are all immersed in the play.

He stretched out his delicate and white right hand, turned his wrist flexibly, raised his orchid fingers from time to time, raised his palm lightly, and took a step back with his slightly bent right leg, humming in a clear voice: "It's like spring grass, nothing new Marriage and going to another family, cold sweat dripping white hair, where is the golden hairpin left in the reincarnation?"

Eyelids drooped, staring continuously.

Thin and tall, with a beautiful posture and gentle manners.

The body and figure possessed by Tsing Yi are undoubtedly vividly interpreted through Fang Wuqiu at this moment. His curvaceous lips seem to be smeared with rouge and stained with cherries. When singing, his lips open and close, clearly singing A dignified woman who is married, but looks like a pretty Jiao'e.

He didn't put on makeup, his eyes and demeanor could be changed, but his charming and seductive facial features couldn't be changed. Fortunately, it wasn't a serious performance, and it didn't matter if some foreign objects were ignored.

Fang Wuqiu flicked his sleeves following the emotion of the libretto, straightened his insteps, tiptoed his white toes suddenly, and moved slowly in lotus steps.

At the end of the story, the wife finally married the man who had no feelings at all, and she felt very sad.Fang Wuqiu crossed his arms and hands, as if fused with her, when the sound of "嘿" fell, disappointment and pain suddenly occupied his heart, he shook his sleeves helplessly, turned his head to the right, and complained bitterly.

The continuous hand gestures are not complicated at all, and look smooth and comfortable, which attracts the neighbors walking in the garden far away.

Gradually, people gathered around, across the clear and clear pond, reveling in Fang Wuqiu's singing.

Lush green trees covered the figures of the buildings, Chu Qian parked the car outside, and quickly stepped through the iron gate of the community.But before he stepped into the stairs, he heard the soft and delicate singing lingering in the garden.

Very special voice, Chu Qian, who has heard operas all year round because of his grandfather, felt the deep affection from ancient operas for the first time.

The charming and gentle enunciation was still clear, Chu Qian heard a few lines of the libretto clearly, raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at the garden.

Over there, three or five people stared at the tall figure on the other side of the pond, talking in low voices.The smooth melody is light and faint, but what traverses the air is endless sorrow and pain.

He felt that the voice was familiar, but he didn't remember it.

Chu Qian rubbed the center of his eyebrows, pressed the corners of his mouth down, hesitated for two seconds, moved a few steps to the garden out of curiosity, and stood by the edge of the pond.

To his surprise, the thin young man on the other side of the pond was raising his hand to cover his lips, his reddish peach eyes were fixedly looking to one side, and the movement of his eyes told the tragic fate of the heroine in the story.

He was drawn to those eyes like a demon.

It was him, it was him.

Chu Qian's breathing suddenly became chaotic, and he forced his eyes to open wide calmly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, showing a relieved smile.

When the opera sound played on the mobile phone ended, Fang Wuqiu discovered that there were many more neighbors watching.

He shyly put away his phone and smiled shyly across the pond.

What is cut off by the secular world is the love between the gentleman and the girl.

Even though the song ended, the grief and involuntary emotions still filled the garden. The crowd watching the excitement beside Chu Qian left slowly with amazement and regret on their faces, and did not forget to leave a heavy sigh.

All are obsessed with Fang Wuqiu's voice, and the lengthy pain lasts for a long time.

Chu Qian saw the warmth of spring and the flowers blooming.

"It's rare to walk all over the mountain, weeping willows can be seen lightly without a trace, when will the concubine be disabled, leaning against the window to see the bitter and white temples..." It seems that the tune of pain and determination is still lingering in my ears.

The long dream is broken.

The charming girl married the wrong person.

Chu Qian found him.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmines and irrigated the nutrient solution, I love you so much =3=

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