narrow red

Baochan and Xiaohuang stepped out of the elevator and looked out from the apartment lobby. The sky was completely dark, and the rumbling thunder sounded one after another. They walked out quickly, and within two steps, crackling raindrops fell.

The rain was heavy and urgent, as if a ladle of water had been poured over, making people dizzy. Baochan couldn't see where the No. 7 car was, so he looked for it based on his impression, and pulled the door hard.

"Brother Bao!" Xiao Huang shouted from behind.

"Here!" Baochan stepped up, turned around and dragged him up, and slammed the door shut.

"Huh—" Baochan wiped his face, brushed back his wet hair, raised his eyes, and was stunned.

On the opposite seat was a young man with arrogant eyes and a stern face, with a layer of dazzling silver powder from the eye socket to the brow bone. Red armband with a skull Mickey head printed on the corner.

It turned out to be Wen Jiu.

"Brother Bao," Xiao Huang said with a sullen face, "I called you just to tell you that you got on the wrong car..."

In the car besides Wen Jiuye, there were also his three assistants, all eight pairs of eyes stared at Bao Chan, their posture was like a nest of local snakes spitting out letters.

"I'm sorry," Baozhan said awkwardly, "we'll go down when the rain subsides."

Wen Jiu also snorted coldly, looked away contemptuously, and glanced out the window.

With undisguised disgust, Bao Chan slightly frowned.

"Brother Ye, isn't this the last time the studio pushed us back against that kid?" an assistant said.

"Oh, it's true." Another assistant immediately spoke up.

They winked at each other, turned around and put their arms around the shoulder of the camera brother, asking him to turn off the device.Baochan can feel their hostility, but he doesn't understand why, and he and Wen Jiu obviously have no past, and they don't even know each other.

He took off the earphones and looked at the phone on the selfie stick. Maybe it was because he ran in a hurry just now, or maybe it was raining, the screen was black, and there was no signal.

"Young master, this kind of Internet celebrity song," several assistants began to chat, "their singing is quite artistic."

"I can't appreciate it, what kind of stuff, singing or not, drama or drama."

Baochan lowered his eyes, knowing clearly in his heart that they were insinuating.

"What age is it, whoever listens to those babblings makes my skin crawl!"

Wen Jiu also looked out of the window, neither reacting nor stopping.

"People, you have to have self-knowledge. If you can't do it, you can quit as soon as possible. How embarrassing it will be to be eliminated in the future!"

Baochan looked at the car window on the other side, the pouring rain seemed to have added a layer of frost to the window glass, and the outside was dizzy and dark.

"If you want me to say, something like opera in the previous life is absolutely amazing!"

Bao Chan frowned.

"You don't need to worry about it," the assistants laughed, "It's already fucking dead!"

Suddenly, Baozhan opened the car door and walked out. It was as dark as a night, like a weaving rain curtain, mixed with frightening lightning and thunder.

"Hey, I'm going!" The assistants were startled, they just said a few harsh words, no one thought that he was so stubborn, and it was pouring rain, so he went out as soon as he said it.

"Brother Bao!" Xiao Huang slapped his thigh and rushed into the rain.

As soon as he went out, Bao Chan was drenched, his hair stuck to his face, and his skin looked pale. He looked back against the rain, Wen Jiu was also in car No. 1, and there was a row of parking spaces across from his No. 7 car. Find it, go around and open the door.

From the moment he left the apartment, Lan Tian was watching him, and at this moment he signaled to the camera following the car to turn off the phone.

Baochan got wet, sat down on the seat by the door, drooped his head and said nothing.

Lan Tian handed him a pack of tissues: "Whose car did you get in?"

Bao Chan said sullenly, "Wen Jiu."

Xiao Huang ran up, closed the door tightly, and went to the cab to fiddle with the warm air.

"This show suits him," Lan Tian said, "He's a nice guy."

Baochan suddenly raised his face, as if he wanted to refute, but out of self-cultivation, he didn't utter any bad words.

Lan Tian smiled: "In this circle, you have to take your time."

"This circle," Baochan said in a low voice, "I don't know how long I can go."

What Assistant Wen Jiu said just now, he lost his mind, the entertainment industry doesn't welcome Peking opera, in front of foreign trendy elements such as rap, electronic music, and reggae, he and his singing voice are like a different species.

"On the first day, it was just raining," Lan Tian said optimistically, "it's not too bad."

The car door clicked, and it was suddenly pulled open from the outside. A huge black umbrella was on the door. Under the umbrella was a tall, thin man wearing a fisherman's hat. He stepped into the car and said, "Blue Sky."

"Director He!" Lan Tian stood up and introduced to Bao Chan that this is the chief director of the program group, known as He Bolder, who has produced several gold medal variety shows.

Bao Chan was dripping water all over his body and stepped aside, but Director He turned to him and stretched out his hand: "Surname Bao?"

Baochan completely subconsciously unbuttoned his suit, rubbed his hand on his shirt, and held him: "Baochan."

With a small gesture, Director He knew what kind of person he was, patted his drenched shoulder, and sat down on his knees: "What do you think, singing with your back to the elevator door?

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Baochan was embarrassed: "I'm too nervous," he didn't emphasize that it was his first time recording a variety show, but said, "But I've gotten used to it, next time I'll be facing the door..."

Director He raised his hand, "Next time you still stand like this."

Baozhan was stunned.

"The camera effect is amazing," Director He said unambiguously, "From today onwards, this is your position."

The implication is that only Bao Chan can stand like this in the entire program group, and from this moment on, standing with his back to the door is his highlight.

Bao Chan opened his eyes wide, the blood that had been cooled by a heavy rain finally warmed up a bit.

"Your breath is very long," Director He continued, "This long note challenge has been done by many people. It is not difficult to sing, but the quality of the voice varies widely. You are the best I have ever heard."

With the affirmation from professionals, Baozhan blushed slightly: "I am a Peking Opera actor, old man."

Director He looked at him intently, as if he didn't understand the relationship between Peking Opera actors and breath-changing.

"Peking opera is all about qi," Baochan explained to him, "don't talk about singing with your stomach in your hands, even if you do somersaults, you won't lose your qi."

He continued to breathe, but the sound was there. Director He understood, showing a certain look of admiration.

"Okay, okay," he turned his head and asked Lan Tian, ​​"Where did you find such a treasure?"

Lan Tian was very proud, and said, "Golden Pond."

She was referring to the wealth circle behind Ruyi Island, but Director He didn't understand. He thought she was joking, and teased her a few words before getting out of the car. When he opened the door, he stopped: "Peking opera..."

"Yes," Baochan said confidently, "Xipi Erhuang."

Director He said solemnly: "The quintessence of the country."

Yes, the quintessence of the country, a declining art with a huge reputation, Baochan is inexplicably excited. Even if only such a person is allowed to realize the beauty of Peking Opera today, he will not suffer in vain.

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The torrential rain in the city center crossed the border, and the instantaneous wind force reached level [-]. The Xishan Scenic Area, [-] kilometers away, was full of spring, but in the evening, there was a slight drizzle.

Ying Xiaonong pushed the umbrella on his head and walked into the Aiyin Garden in the rain. This is a typical northern garden. There are no patches of ponds. Instead, there are green pines and cypresses, covering several jagged and strange rocks. , Shulang, there are thick and colorful carved beams nearby, and in the misty rain in the distance, a white Guanyin statue is looming.

This home always makes Ying Xiaonong have mixed feelings: "Have they all returned?"

He was referring to the second room, the third room, and the fourth room. The old butler put away his umbrella and said, "They're all back, in the East Flower Hall."

Ying Xiaonong didn't ask any more questions, walked around the zigzag corridor, stepped over the thresholds, and came to the north courtyard. The towering main building was in front of him, but he turned to the east wing, which was a Buddhist room, solemn and solemn. There is a small bed behind the pure gold altar, and a person is lying on his back on the bed.

An old man, in his 60s, should be the age to go to the square dance with dyed hair, but he is hanging on a bottle in a dull manner.

Ying Xiaonong was surprised, the last time we met, he was not so weak.

"I'm back." The old man was in good condition, put down the photo album in his hand, and cast a pair of sharp eyes at him.

Ying Xiaonong sat down on the soft chair in front of the bed, still wearing those "exotic clothes", the eye-catching tiger rose embroidery on the jacket, the hakama hakama, and a half-boned SpongeBob SquarePants on one side of the socks.

Duan Youxi looked at him slowly, disapproving in his heart, but he didn't blame him, he just said: "I thought you won't come back if I don't die."

The stinky old man, his mouth is still so stubborn after being like this, "Why did you ask me to come back?" Ying Xiaonong said with a cold face.

"What do you think I asked you to come back?" Duan Youxi was a little excited.

Ying Xiaonong was indifferent.

"Your father is dying!" Duan Youxi sat up and stared at him viciously.

Ying Xiaonong is very calm: "What is the disease?"

Duan Youxi turned his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

After that, Ying Xiaonong didn't speak again, the room was very quiet, so quiet that the sound of raindrops falling on the branches outside the window could be heard, after a while, Duan Youxi spoke first: "Come back and take over for me."

Ying Xiaonong smiled: "You know it's impossible."

"Okay," Duan Youxi knew he would say that, "If you don't take over, don't let anyone take over! I won't make a will when I die, let this family just break up like this, and Aiyin Group will be wiped out!"

Ying Xiaonong is not afraid of his threats: "The second child has always been in charge of the group, and he has managed it very well."

Duan Youxi suddenly became angry: "You are my son!"

Ying Xiaonong raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed sharply: "Duan Youxi, you have three sons and one daughter."

"They don't count!" Duan Youxi stubbornly insisted, "I only have one son, the son Xu Aiyin gave birth to me!"

Ying Xiaonong's expression changed suddenly: "Don't mention my mother's name," he gritted his teeth, "You don't deserve it."

Such rebellious words, but Duan Youxi didn't stop.

"My mother is in this room," Ying Xiaonong stared at the gold-encrusted wooden bed, "I'm driving you to death."

That year, he was only 11 years old.

Duan Youxi's face paled in an instant, his eyes dodged, and he muttered, "Your mother... died of illness."

"If it wasn't for knowing that you have a second child in the United States," Ying Xiaonong said aggressively, "

No matter how bad her health is, can she die! "

Duan Youxi was silent.

"He keeps saying that he only loves my mother in this life." Ying Xiaonong sneered.

Duan Youxi immediately said: "I just love her alone!"

"Love her one, you have become four families!" Ying Xiaonong got up from the chair, "The second child is only one year younger than me! The third child and the second child are a year old, and you still have a fourth child." !"

"What can I do!" Duan Youxi's face turned blue, "Your mother is not in good health, I only had you at the age of 39!" He pointed to the room inlaid with gold and jade, "I have such a big family business, You were so weak when you were a child, I held you like gold, and woke up several times in the middle of the night, I don't have many children, okay!"

"Okay, now you have it," Ying Xiaonong kicked over the chair, "You let them inherit it!"

He turned around and left, rushed out of the East Wing, the old butler stood at the door, closed the door for him and chased after him, passed through the third courtyard and the second courtyard, Ying Xiaonong suddenly asked: "What's wrong with him?"

"Cancer," said the old housekeeper honestly, "there are not many days left."

Ying Xiaonong stopped and walked forward, and once he entered the courtyard, there was a gate, but he turned on his heels and turned back.

The East Flower Hall is a good place. There are always magpies calling in summer, and the door panels are not closed all year round. There is a flower wall from the main hall of the North Courtyard, and there is a leaky window. It has won an award internationally. It is very beautiful to put a wintersweet in winter and a few dead lotuses in summer.

Standing in front of the exquisite colored vase, Ying Xiaonong listened to the bickering between the third room and the fourth room in the living room. Duan Zhao and Duan Jun didn't speak much, it was just two "wives" coming and going:

"...What are you doing to me? Go find the old man. Except for his precious boss, neither of us are considered sons!"

"You youngest are not bad, but the one between us doesn't even have a look."

"What's the difference between the youngest and the third child? Aren't they all the same at the table in the main room?"

What they were talking about was the table where Duan Youxi usually ate, four children who were about the same age, only Ying Xiaonong's bowl and chopsticks could be placed upwards, but he has been away from home for so many years, and this hurtful rule has not changed.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind, Ying Xiaonong looked back, and there was a slender figure standing in the corridor, she was obviously a girl, but she had short ear-length hair, wearing a blue suit, not wearing a tie like a man, but wearing a Size, gait, not a little delicate look.

She is the only daughter of Duan Youxi, Duan Ruting, the second eldest of the Duan family.

The author has something to say: First of all, I'm sorry to everyone, today's article is only a little bit, because the time is used to write words orz

I got up in the morning and saw the comments on yesterday’s chapter. I thought about it all morning and thought I should say something, because many readers don’t understand Baochan’s entry into the entertainment circle. I think if I don’t share my thoughts at this time, Maybe you will not understand why I wrote orz in the end

I am a theater fan myself. When I had a lot of time in the past few years, I would try my best to go to see good Peking Opera and Kunqu opera performances. In the past few years, I have been busy with work and writing, so I don’t have so much energy to toss.Although I like Peking Opera, my understanding of Peking Opera is not that deep, just my superficial views. Readers with different opinions are welcome to discuss.

Let’s talk about Peking Opera and the entertainment industry first.

Writing articles in the past few years, I feel that some readers are more stylized. The characters and stalks they like will take the trouble to find the article to read. Slowly, the formed aesthetics are also more stylized. For the articles with the background of Peking Opera, this part of the readers What I want to experience may be the Peking Opera with a sense of the Republic of China. It seems that it is not Peking Opera if it is mixed with other things, but in my opinion, Peking Opera has always been Peking Opera, but the face of each era is different.Take Peking Opera in the 40s as an example, the reason why the Four Great Danes are the Four Great Danes, in addition to their respective artistic attainments, is inseparable from the support of powerful "fans", such as Feng Gengguang (Big Bank family), behind Cheng Yanqiu, Luo Yinggong (□□Senior), behind Shang Xiaoyun, Zhuang Juyin (Prince Zhuang Puxu), behind Xun Huisheng, the White Party (including the famous painter Wu Changshuo, etc.).In the past, it was said that "holding a role" was to use money, connections, and articles to praise. Actors competed on stage with skills, while "fans" competed with money and prestige off the stage. If you understand the history of opera in the Republic of China, you will know It is found that the success of the four famous actors is largely due to the success of the capital and circle behind them, which is actually no different from today's entertainment circle.At that time, Peking Opera was not "high and few", or even popular ("pink opera"), so in essence, there was no such thing as "elegant" Peking Opera and "low" in the entertainment industry. Today's Peking Opera is in this position , because it has declined and cannot enter the mainstream entertainment industry, so it can look "clean and innocent".

Some people love Peking opera's "high-quality music", but they don't see the sadness, failure, and even forced to change careers behind these four words. Orz, a luxury industry that opened for half a year

Then talk about Peking Opera and pop music.

If you want to understand the situation of Peking Opera, you can first look at the situation abroad. French musicals have been doing relatively well. "Les Miserables", "Romeo and Juliet", "The Ten Commandments", "Rock Red and Black" are more or less popular. I have heard that these musical actors have a good musical education. In the early ones, such as "Notre Dame de Paris", the actors used the bel canto voice, but there are still a large number of young people who like it, which shows that traditional art can be combined with popular culture.But looking at the comment section of "Narrow Red", many people are opposed to the change of Peking Opera. They think that if Peking Opera changes, it is no longer Peking Opera, and it is vulgar. Let me use an analogy, it is like having a cake shop, and the cakes are very good Eat, just don’t put sugar, resulting in very few customers, only ten customers who don’t like sugar patronize, supporting the survival of this store, one day the owner wants to make a change, try to add sugar to some cakes, these ten customers will jump I came out to object, thinking that the cake with added sugar is unhealthy and has a low-grade taste. You can think about it, from the perspective of the owner, whether adding sugar or not adding sugar is better for the development of him and the store?

I think "sugar" must be added to survive. This is also the reason why Baochan entered the entertainment circle. If he stops in Ruyizhou with a large amount of club dues, he will have to survive as he did in the past. The treasure of the body is divided, and this person is not mediocre.It may not be right to enter the entertainment industry. In fact, he gave up in the end (little spoiler), but the step he took is admirable. The reason why I let him go is not because of what an actor said, but because This road is there, and sooner or later someone will take it. After all, entertainment is the reason for Peking Opera.Having said that, domestic bel canto singers have made some breakthroughs, so why can't Peking Opera actors, right?

Let's talk about Peking Opera and opera accent.

In my opinion, Peking Opera and Xiqiang are not two completely different things. From Peking Opera to Jingge and then to Xiqiang, there has been a process of evolution, which has become more and more catchy and easier to accept.When it comes to opera tunes, everyone thinks of the small voice of Huadan in Tsing Yi. In fact, old students can also play opera tunes. Before, there were Peking Opera veterans singing "Kalorie" on the Internet, and many students from the Academy of Chinese Opera sang "Drawing the Silk Opera". Everyone insisted on this At the same time, they are "playing" and looking for a way out. This is the active performance of Peking Opera people.Similarly, if there were no popular singers such as Moto Chitose and Naka Kosuke in Japan, it would be difficult for us to know the style of Okinawan music. Therefore, I think that treating traditional art is like raising a bird. Don’t hold it firmly In the hand, if you hold it for a long time, you will die. It is better to let it fly.

To sum up, it was a bold and courageous step for me to enter the entertainment industry. I didn’t expect everyone to think that this was a “collapse”. The understanding of Peking Opera is different, so I wrote so many orz

I insist on finishing this article for no other reason than that I like it. Regarding the part of Peking Opera, the early stage of the article involves its past. What Baochan is striving for is its present, and it is also trying its future.In fact, everyone in my situation knows that there is no need to finish writing, and there is indeed no motivation for daily updates. Standard, Narrow Red is still a very high-quality article, and I didn’t treat it lightly, including the part between Baozhan and Kuang’s mother. I haven’t read it yet, so I don’t know if it’s really embarrassing, but when I wrote it I really like that part, maybe I have bad taste hhhhh

That's about all I want to say, it's a bit boring, I hope readers who read it patiently can be more tolerant of Baochan.Finally, and most importantly, I feel that some readers in Jinjiang will say at this time: What the hell, the main text is only a few hundred words, and there are a lot of useless words. I don’t spend money to read these!So I will complete this chapter tomorrow, and I will put it here, so that everyone can spend a few hundred words to read [-] words, don’t be angry~

In the end, I am really an author who likes to read readers' comments. After reading it, I began to doubt myself. I couldn't write anything while sitting in front of the computer, so I didn't update it today...I set a flag, and I will definitely not come here again Read the comments! ! !