Private Partner Bureau of Folklore Series

On the day of the competition, Deng Zhirong arrived at the venue early.The venue was set in Jihua Township known as "the back garden of Chuyue City". This place has actually developed into a city. Although the real name is Jihua City, both Jihua and the people of Chuyue are used to " Jihua Township" is the name.

He followed the waiter to a table, thanked them for sitting down, and looked at the guest list on the table, most of them were unknown.But yes, they basically communicated on the Internet before, even if it was their mentor Chen Junping, if he hadn't met in the Cantonese Opera Park, he would not have been able to worship her.Since then, I have learned how to know where I can really get in touch with those masters and colleagues.

And he himself... Deng Zhirong shook his head.

There were more and more people sitting around the tables, but no matter what he looked at, he couldn't see Chen|Junping.Deng Zhirong quickly sent a text message to someone, and the woman over there said that she had arrived, but she had some things to leave for the time being, and let him ignore it.Deng Zhirong replied: See you later.Then put away the phone|phone.

Looking at the banners and stage layout in the venue, Deng Zhirong thought, it really is a large-scale rematch, and the preparations are really complete.You can know the wide stage, several layers of heavy curtains, and the musical instrument team specially set up under the stage.

He looked at his watch and saw that there was still time before the start of the game, so he left his seat and went to the backstage. Unfortunately, the staff guarding the backstage door refused to let him in, saying that it was for the fairness of the game.

Reluctantly, Deng Zhirong went back to the table around him, only to find that there was only one empty seat left, and a man was now sitting on the seat he was originally sitting on.

The small square black-rimmed glasses on the man's face made him look elegant, and the silver-gray suit he wore made him look elite but not indifferent.

Deng Zhirong walked over, originally wanted him to sit on another chair, but thought that he had never used the cups and saucers on the table just now, and knew that the man probably came after he had left, he didn't know that chair he had sat on before, so he said Swallow it in your stomach and sit down next to it.

As soon as he sat down, the man said: "We just introduced ourselves, so you should be Mr. Deng Zhirong Deng?"

Arching his hands, "You're welcome, I'm Deng Zhirong. I've seen you all."

Everyone at the table showed an expression of "It really is you".The man smiled and said, "We checked the list on the table, and you are the only one who hasn't arrived. Is it a traffic jam?"

"No, I arrived a little early, and I wanted to take a look at the back stage, but I was rejected." Deng Zhirong paused, "Your voice sounds familiar, are you...?"

The man seemed a little helpless, "Jiang Yuanfeng, we met at Xingshuo Academy."

Deng Zhirong was puzzled, and smiled, "Hello." Have they met?Well, even he... Thinking of this, he secretly sighed.

Jiang Yuanfeng raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, he just muttered in his heart, why only remember the voice?The others didn't hear the conversation behind them clearly. It seemed that the two of them knew each other, and the people sitting at the table were all young people of the same age. The atmosphere suddenly became lively, and they all introduced themselves to Deng Zhirong again.

Deng Zhirong talked with them, everyone was amazed by his familiarity with the allusions in his speech, the person in front of him seemed to be no more than thirty, but he knew more about the allusions than everyone present.Everyone felt a little stressed, and there was nothing to talk about, so they just kept their mouths shut. In the end, only Jiang Yuanfeng was left to talk to him.

The two people who were chatting were very surprised. No matter what kind of beginning they proposed, the other party could quickly follow and expand.Sparks can be sparked from the development of Cantonese opera, the differences in trades, singing, reciting, fighting, and the vocals of the contestants on stage.

Just when the two were chatting in full swing, a person with a work pass on his chest came over, "Teacher Jiang, it's almost time, please follow me."

Jiang Yuanfeng responded, smiled apologetically at everyone, got up and followed the staff to the backstage.

After a while, they saw Jiang Yuanfeng walking to the stage as the visa drawer, watching the host draw the order of the competition in the lottery box.After drawing one of them, the host handed the note to Jiang Yuanfeng.He unfolded the note, smiled and glanced at Deng Zhirong in the audience, and then handed the note back to the host, who immediately announced Deng Zhirong's name and the number of sessions he would participate in.

After the lottery was drawn, Jiang Yuanfeng came back, put his hand on Deng Zhirong's shoulder, then withdrew it for a moment, then sat down, and turned his head to deal with the real or false complaints and jokes from the people at the table.After dealing with it, I looked back at Deng Zhirong and stretched out my hand, "Let's get to know Jiang Yuanfeng from the Cultural Bureau of Jihua Township again."

Deng Zhirong was a little embarrassed, he just now knew that Jiang Yuanfeng graduated from his dream school - the Chinese Department of Yishan University!The Chinese Department of that university is well-known in China, and it specializes in producing sharp-edged literati!In front of such a gifted scholar, he talked eloquently about throwing his schoolbags. I don't know if he would be considered a trick by the other party?

"Deng Zhirong, I'm still a student for the time being." No matter how embarrassing, politeness is needed, he stretched out his hand and shook it back.

The moment before he shook his hand, Jiang Yuanfeng was a little worried that the other party would be angry because of his concealment, but now he was just a little embarrassed, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "By the way, what you just mentioned..." Without a trace, Turn the other party's attention to the previous topic.

Deng Zhirong was still a bit restrained at the beginning, but later he forgot about it when he was chatting, and he was completely absorbed in the topic raised by the other party. When the backstage staff came to ask him to prepare, he still felt unfinished.

Not long after, I saw Deng Zhirong come on stage. In the last scene, before the protagonist said "My name, Nanhai Shisanlang", the audience in the audience could see that this was starting from Nanhai Shisanlang. Show the development process of drama and actors.

Cantonese opera themes like this kind of time travel are relatively rare. After all, Cantonese opera is different from Sichuan opera in that it does not have the technology of changing clothes and facial makeup in seconds.And the protagonist is in the modern age at the beginning, and the clothes on his body don't need to be changed very much, just be careful not to let people see the white | powder on the neck.

Deng Zhirong on the stage was also clearly prepared. When he came on stage, he wore a white Tang-collared long-sleeved shirt and dark blue sweatpants underneath. As soon as the curtain ended, he put on his coat and hat immediately.

Jiang Yuanfeng watched from the audience, and felt that the child's idea was very novel, but when he thought about it carefully, there were actually loopholes. You can't always make the protagonist look like Deng Zhirong before the time-traveling theme every time you perform a play like this. Are you dressed like this?If not, then when the protagonist disappears to change clothes, the supporting actors can only delay time by singing, talking, and moving.

But no matter how long it takes, can the protagonist have enough time to change clothes?Obviously not enough.Because even though after the time travel, when the lights came back on, Deng Zhirong woke up with the protagonist's wine and pulled | messy clothes to cover up this.Not to mention the senior old men, even the young people at Jiang Yuanfeng's table who have only been in the industry for a few years can see it, but it doesn't prevent them from being happy for Deng Zhirong's innovative spirit.

As the lights dim again, this excerpt is coming to an end.Jiang Yuanfeng looked at the time, it was time for him to get ready, he quickly got up and went to the backstage, greeted Chen Junping who was waiting in the backstage, took the makeup props, and helped himself put on makeup.

Chen Junping looked at this young man, and thought of the students who had retreated to the side of "enlightenment".During this period of time, she felt that she had gained a lot.There is a student who is obsessed with script creation and knows this young man who, although new to the industry, has absorbed a lot of knowledge like a sponge and turned it into his own use. ——I don’t know, what kind of achievements will they have in the future?

When Deng Zhirong came back from the prime minister's side, Jiang Yuanfeng had already walked behind the door of the "General" and discussed with the field manager about going on stage, so he didn't know that the other party had come.

Chen|Junping handed him a bottle of tea to protect his throat, "What, my repertoire will be on soon after this one, can you stick to it?"

Deng Zhirong took the tea, took a few sips, and then said: "I'm a little tired, but I can definitely persevere." In fact, there are not many things to perform, just an excerpt. It takes a few minutes to say a simple sentence.

Just as he was talking, Jiang Yuanfeng came back, "This is the first time you have officially stepped on the big stage?"

I don't know if he was really tired, but it took Deng Zhirong a while to realize, "Yes, I learned a lot."

Chen|Junping raised her eyebrows, and interjected: "I'm going back to the front, you guys wait slowly."

Deng Zhirong looked at Jiang Yuanfeng suspiciously, only to see him helplessly said: "I was arrested, and I have to perform her script."

"Oh——" Deng Zhirong looked at his costume and thought: No wonder.He didn't ask what the other party was going to perform, just turned around to change his clothes and put on his headgear again.

He didn't ask, Jiang Yuanfeng didn't say anything, the two just sat quietly on the backstage, waiting to play again.There are quite a few people staying behind to prepare for the follow-up program, and the two people are not sitting in a corner, but they feel like they are far away from the hustle and bustle sitting here.

It wasn't until the field manager came over to remind, "Teacher Jiang, Mr. Deng, please prepare." Only then did he wake up. Hearing what the field manager said, he also understood that another part of Chen Junping's script was in the hands of the other party.

Deng Zhirong stood up, and bowed his hands to Jiang Yuanfeng, "Han Xianggong, let me go first~ one step~"

"Please~" Jiang Yuanfeng also got up to return the greeting.

The scene manager looked at the two people who were thrown into the role in an instant, and felt that it was fun. He couldn't help but smiled slightly, calmed down quickly, and guided the two to go on stage.

With the previous battle, coupled with Chen Junping's usual beating, Deng Zhirong appeared calmer when he stepped on the platform again.

Chen Junping, who was sitting in the audience, had seen her disciple's performance before, so compared to Deng Zhirong, she looked forward to the performance of Jiang Yuanfeng, who was also short-sighted.

I saw Jia Dao, dressed as a monk, holding a wooden fish, reciting the song "Ti Li Ning's Secluded Residence" while walking, wondering whether to use "push" or "knock".Because he was too engrossed, he didn't notice Han Yu who was sitting on the sedan chair in front of him, and bumped into him.Someone bumped into the official|master, so what?The guards surrounded Jia Dao one after another.

Han Yu uttered a sound to stop him, then raised the car curtain and walked down, asking Jia Dao why he didn't give way?

Jia Dao apologized again and again, and raised the question he was thinking to Han Yu.Han Yu pondered for a long while, walking with the rhythm of the wedge, and after a while he suggested that Jia Dao use the word "knock", and said that this would make the whole poem more vivid.

Jia Dao recited it a few times and felt that it was true. He was overjoyed and thanked Han Yu frequently.From then on, the two referred to each other as close friends, and Han Yu admired each other's literary talents so much that he persuaded him to return to vulgarity and accepted him as his disciple.It's a pity that due to bad luck and personality, Jia Dao tried repeatedly and failed, until he was in his twilight years, he was appointed as a county head Bo, and finally died of illness when he was serving as a Sicang in Puzhou and joined the army.

When the curtain fell, the audience applauded immediately, and the actors thanked the audience in front of the curtain.The audience naturally knew that this group was temporary and did not come from the same troupe as the others. Now that they cooperated so well and the play itself was pleasing to the eye, they naturally gave them strong support.

In the competition that night, Deng Zhirong qualified for the final.He doesn't care about this, and thinks that allowing him to feel the real magic of the stage is the biggest gain.

Back home, Deng Zhirong, who was still excited about his first official step on the big stage, cast aside his elementary school-like reaction, and turned on his computer to log in to Little Penguin to find someone to talk to.

It was early in the morning, and not many people were still online. Deng Zhirong looked around and saw that Sangong Shantou was online, so he quickly knocked on the other party.

Rong Ruanxi: Haven't slept yet?Don't you have work today?work overtime?

Sangong Shantou: I just got home.And you?How is the game?

Rong Ruanxi: Into the finals.It's a pity that you don't come today, many famous masters are here!

Sangong Mountain: Famous masters are for admiration, and new talents are needed by the industry.

Huh?Deng Zhirong was surprised: ...why do your words sound so familiar?Someone I met today told me the same thing.

Someone on the other side of the computer paused for a moment as he typed on the keyboard. He also said this to someone today, and tentatively replied: Really?

Rong Ruanxi: Well, and the more we chat with him, the more speculative we become... It's a pity that I forgot to call him.

Sangong Shantou: If you are also an insider, there is always a chance to meet again.Later, there was a segment where representative | masterpieces of artists of the older generation were performed. What did you perform?

Rong Ranxi: It is the famous "deliberation".The opponent is the person I just mentioned, the first time we cooperated, it was a tacit understanding!

There was no conversation for a long time, Deng Zhirong thought he had fallen asleep, so he sent it: Asleep?Good night.

Just about to close the little penguin, I saw a sentence popping up from the top of Sangong Mountain: Are you sitting at table 20 today?

Rong Ruanxi: Yes?

Sangong Shantou: ...Jia Dao?Deng Zhirong?

Rong Ruanxi: ...Han Xianggong?Jiang Yuanfeng?

The author has something to say: Well, the identity on the little penguin has been exposed~