Tighten my broker

Across a curtain, there was the sound of gongs and drums, and Luo Yang, who was standing behind the curtain, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Back then, Luo Yang received the call at this time, and knew that from then on, he was the only one in this world. Two years ago, he also prepared this repertoire, and then, he didn't sing a word... Just like that, I stood in the center of the stage blankly, not knowing who I was, not knowing what to do next...

Now, there will be no such situation.

Think of it as a handover ceremony...

From now on, there will only be Luo Yang here, not a wandering soul wearing someone else's body, the person who should leave completely... let him leave completely.

At this moment, Wei Ran also sat in front of the round table with a face full of anticipation, waiting for the opening of the show.

As we all know, the current repertoire of "The Drunken Concubine" is the result of Mr. Mei Lanfang's refinement. After Mr. Mei Lanfang's adaptation, "The Drunken Concubine" has brought the audience more beautiful sensory enjoyment. It can be said that this repertoire meets It is really a lucky thing to come to Mr. Mei Lanfang.

However, the repertoire adapted by Mr. Mei Lanfang has a certain challenge to the skills of Peking Opera actors, and the requirements for eyes and posture are also higher.

Sitting on the seats, the drama started, and everyone gathered their energy, waiting for the characters to appear.

Pei, Gao Lishi, and court ladies gradually appeared on the stage, full of ceremonies. After a simple sentence of "putting—drive", the graceful and luxurious Concubine Yang appeared on the stage. posture.

"That's a good look." Fang Zhengqin muttered in a low voice, making Fang Runying beside him nod his head.

Not all people are suitable for the appearance of Peking Opera. Some people usually look good, and even their faces can be said to be very good, but as long as they are not suitable, they will look like a ghost when they put on makeup Not without it.

Zheng Rui, who was sitting on the other side, smiled after Concubine Yang played by Luo Yang came on stage, and what he saw was not just the appearance.

Judging from the confession of Luo Yang's appearance, Zheng Rui immediately knew that although Luo Yang hadn't been on stage for a long time, he hadn't lost any of his skills, and he hadn't returned everything he taught.

Moreover, it seems that because of the tempering of the previous two years, his emotional changes have become more plentiful, at least much more powerful than when he was two years ago.

Eyes turned back to the stage.

This noble concubine, who is full of holy family members, drove the Baihua Pavilion in a high-profile manner, watching fish and playing in the water and seeing geese falling into the sky, which was quite affectionate. After the warrior told the holy driver to drive to the West Palace, the noble concubine's phoenix eyes slightly stared, with anger on her face , Due to his status and sympathy, he had to say: "Gao Pei Erqing is watching the banquet, and your mother will drink it herself."

After the banquet was set up, the palace people drank one by one. From the beginning, the imperial concubine covered her face with a fan and sipped her drink, then directly toasted for a sip, and then raised her cup and sipped her sleeves for a sip.

A sense of melancholy and desolation bloomed.

In the backyard of the deep palace, the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of the emperor and concubine are all tied to the emperor alone, so that the audience who saw this scene could only lament.

The noble concubine got up and couldn't stand still, but she was full of resentment but hadn't been exhausted with the smell of wine, so she continued to order: "Your majesty is enjoying the wine, watch the big toast."

While the palace people were preparing for the banquet, the imperial concubine lay down on the fish and smelled the flowers. The two simple yet playful movements fully expressed the imperial concubine's drunken and lingering grievances. The wine, Jiaochen complained that the wine was too hot, then turned around and drank the cup, full of coquettishness.

Gao Lishi went on to drink, the imperial concubine still held the glass and drank it, and when she was putting the wine glass, she refused to put it down as if she was lying, a noble concubine blatantly acted like a spoiled child to the servants in the palace, and abandoned the majesty of the imperial concubine, Already drunk?Or do you want to indulge in what's in your glass and not want to wake up?Let people endless reverie.

When Pei and Gao Lishi shied away who would go in and wait for him, Concubine Yang called Gao Lishi in. The drunken Concubine Yang hoped that Gao Lishi would come to the West Palace to invite the emperor back. The deep love can be imagined.

The drunken concubine took away Gao Lishi's official hat, pretended to return it several times to tease him, and even put the hat on her head regardless of the heavy headgear, revealing her playful nature.

At the end of the song, the noble concubine sang: "Tang Minghuang deceived slaves, deceived slaves."

All kinds of resentment and hatred seem to be hidden in this libretto, the emperor already has a beautiful woman in his arms, so Yuhuan had to "go back to the palace alone in a deserted place".

After more than half an hour, the song ended, and the concubines on the stage returned to the palace, but the people off the stage had endless aftertaste.

When smelling the flowers, the jade hand gently twists, and the phoenix body at the cup holder turns lightly. It is pretty, simple and courteous, with flowing eyebrows and eyes, full of amorous feelings.

After a moment of silence, although the audience's applause was not loud due to the number of people, it lasted for a long time.

Fang Runying looked at the empty table and chair surrounds embroidered with red peony flowers, and the table curtains and curtains embroidered with colorful flowers on a white background, with complicated eyes.

This Zheng family has produced a good young man...

Putting down the cold teacup in his hand, Fang Runying got up, stroked the corner of his clothes, and then walked towards Zheng Rui, attracting the attention of people around him.

Zheng Rui naturally saw Fang Runying walking over, but he poured himself a cup of tea slowly without moving.

"Master Zheng, it was Fang who was rude today. I can't apologize to Master Zheng. When I go back later, I will shut up those who talk nonsense." Fang Runying has a correct attitude, neither humble nor overbearing.

Fang Runying's words can be said to be very straightforward. If you make a mistake, you will admit it. If you admit it, you will take responsibility. If you make a remedy in time, you can be regarded as aboveboard without even the slightest evasion.

Hearing Fang Runying's words and seeing his attitude, Zheng Rui could no longer put on airs, so he also stood up and said, "Please trouble Master Fang."

Although there is some disagreement between them, they are all old friends who have known each other for decades, and bumps like this are not a once-in-a-lifetime thing. It's not that Zheng Rui hasn't done it before, so everyone knows who he is, and there's nothing worthy of seriousness.

"Then it's getting late now, so Fang won't bother me anymore, let's drink tea together next time." Fang Runying smiled, and then cupped his hands to Zheng Rui.

Zheng Rui returned the gift.

Fang Runying left with his disciples, and the others followed suit. The theater was immediately empty, leaving only the members of the Zheng family's Peking Opera compound.

Zheng Rui looked at the slightly excited disciples around him, smiled, turned around and walked backstage without saying anything.

At this moment, Luo Yang was also sitting in front of the dressing table with the corners of his mouth raised.

It was the first time in his life to sing an opera, and he felt pretty good.

A very strange feeling.

This kind of stage is a completely different experience from filming in front of the camera. Compared with filming, it gives Luo Yang a sense of drama, the kind of existence that cannot be stopped even if a mistake occurs on the stage.

It is far more challenging than when filming.

"Luo Yang."

A voice interrupted Luo Yang's thoughts, making him subconsciously look towards the source of the voice.

"Master." Luo Yang stood up and smiled.

And Zheng Rui looked at Luo Yang, whose eyes were also filled with joy, smiled heartily, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You sang well, and you have lived up to your father's expectations."

Words are full of joy and appreciation.

The smile on Luo Yang's face got bigger.

The approval and approval of the elders often brings a greater sense of accomplishment, and Luo Yang, who heard Zheng Rui's evaluation, naturally felt the same way.

"Thank you, Master." Luo Yang called out simply.

This response was very loud, causing bursts of good-natured laughter from around.

As long as they have been on stage, they have all had such an experience, so they don't think there is any problem with Luo Yang's current behavior, but they have a feeling of empathy.

"Okay, things here are pretty much the same now, hurry up and take off your makeup, Fang Runying will rectify your name about your matter, and then there is also a camera video here, the rest is up to you Let's deal with it!"

As Zheng Rui spoke, his face gradually became serious.

"But Luo Yang, you have to remember that others can help you for a while, but they can't help you forever. This time, it is because they are involved in the Beijing opera circle, so they will provide you with a certain amount of help. From then on, all the things you encounter Everything you do will be your own, and no one will help you any more, not even me."

What Zheng Rui said was very serious, without any falsehood.

Luo Yang looked at Zheng Rui and nodded to show that he understood.

He has grown up a long time ago, and he still knows about being responsible for his own actions. Even if Zheng Rui doesn't say anything here, Luo Yang will still have some self-knowledge.

This avenue of life is only considered one's own if one walks it by oneself, and the others are like passing clouds, disappearing quickly without leaving the slightest trace.