It’s over, I dressed up as a woman and became the national goddess

Chapter 183

It was snowing heavily again in the capital.

Snowflakes like catkins drifted down and disturbed the red platform.

This stage is open-air and can only be carried hard, but several old people have not left.

Because the performance on stage continues.

"It's cold. Deng Yueying rubbed her red hands.

"Douzi, have you brought a warm baby?" asked Li Shen, who had read the weather forecast before and knew that it would snow today.

"Brought it. Douzi took out a few warm babies from his pocket, and then asked, "Boss, why don't these old people go back, it's so cold." "

She originally wanted to say if she wanted to go in first to hide from the snow, after all, the boss was about to go to the Spring Festival Gala, and if she caught a cold at this time, what should she do.

"You sing well, why do you want to leave?" Li Shen said with a smile.

The audience watching Peking Opera is like this, if they buy a ticket, they have to sit until the end, unless the drama on the stage is not singing well, they will not leave.

"Hmm...."Douzi replied silently.

Li Shen took out the thermos cup, divided a cup of hot water between Douzi and Deng Yueying, and then turned his gaze to the stage.

At this time, a few more actors came up, and Cao Sanchun was not affected in the slightest, as if this heavy snow and the scarce audience were not taken into his eyes.

[This is the unpredictable in this life, and I don't want to be reunited in the present day.

Looking back on the prosperity like a dream, the remnants of life are full of shock.

The willows and flowers are smiling, and the good fruit flowers can be proud.

Planting blessings and blessings are so rewarded, I am ashamed of the peach I gave at the beginning. 】

"Back then, Mr. Cheng Yanqiu, even before he died, he didn't expect Peking Opera to be what it is today, right?"

Looking at the old man Cao who seemed to be singing alone on stage, Li Shen couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

Mr. Cao Sanchun is indeed worthy of a master.

He has witnessed the heyday, the flourishing pear orchard, and also watched Cheng Jiaban decline in his hands.

This sense of disparity is not enough for outsiders.

"Mr. Cao will get sick if he continues to sing, right?" Douzi was inexplicably a little distressed.

"As long as the play is opened, it must be sung. Li Shen shook his head.

There are rules in the pear orchard.

If people don't listen, ghosts and gods must also listen, so they must finish singing.

I've only heard about it before, but today I've experienced it myself.

"It's worth it. Lee sighed.

This is why he must come to Liyuan in person, filming "Farewell My Concubine", just being able to sing is not enough.

In the original work, isn't there a scene of the prosperity and decline of Peking Opera?

The costumes were burned, and even the celebrities could only go to the countryside to farm, and it became a luxury to sing operas.

The taste of it, without personal insight, can't be performed.

He couldn't help but think of the lyrics of a song.

[Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to separate. 】

Yes, fireworks are easy to get cold.

This situation corresponds to the name of this song.

And this song, which seems to also have a version of Peking Opera, has a completely different taste.

Another half an hour passed.

Cao Sanchun's eldest apprentice, Xie Hong came down with a few bowls of hot water to distribute to the audience, and when he saw Li Shen, he was shocked.

"Teacher Shen Li, when did you come?

"It's been a while. Li Shen replied.

"Oh, the hospitality is not good, it's too cold this day, come with me into the inner hall. Xie Hong knew that the person in front of him was a big star.

In the old words, it is a famous character.

It's not good to let people wait here.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've heard this, I want to hear it again. Li Shen said with a smile.

Douzi was happy for a while when he heard that he could go in and stay, but he didn't expect the boss to refuse, and suddenly puffed out his cheeks and sighed.

"Also, it didn't take long for this scene to be over. Xie Hong sat down next to him.

Then he smiled shyly again, "Teacher Shen Li, we are not as good as before, there is nothing to entertain you." "

"It doesn't matter. Li Shen replied, and asked casually: "Now we are in the Cheng family class, how many people are left?"

"With me, there are 27 brothers, the youngest of whom is only 12 years old. Xie Hong stretched out his finger.

"And 12-year-olds?"

"It was my relative's child, and his parents said they wanted to develop some hobbies. Xie Hong said.

"That's a lot of people. Deng Yueying was a little surprised.

"Where, there are only four or five disciples who can really be regarded as closed disciples. Xie Hong shook his head.

In the past, you poured tea and apprenticed to the master, that is, the master of heaven and earth, the master taught you to learn the arts, and in the future, you will mix a bite of food to eat, and the apprentice will learn it, and you must also honor the master.

Now it's different.

"That's right, those twenty or so juniors are here to cultivate hobbies. "

Xie Hong explained to them: "Master has opened an interest class, there is no charge, as long as someone is willing to learn, they can come." "

"I see. Li Shen smiled bitterly when he heard this.

Master Peking Opera artists, taught for free, but only about 20 people came to learn.

If you put it in the past, if you want to learn from others, you have to see if you have enough conditions and whether you have the potential to learn drama.

Looking at it this way, there are indeed too few people.

"Who is still learning drama these days. Xie Hong quite understood, and said with a smile: "Now they are all learning piano, Olympiad mathematics, and half-grown babies learning computers."

Alas, don't say that you don't charge money, Master wants to give people money to study. "

Li Shen once again realized the extent to which opera had withered.

In the past, when the threshold was broken, the master was not necessarily willing to teach, but now the master of Peking Opera has to spend money to invite others to come and learn.

This is also helplessness in helplessness.

If no one learns, there will be no successor.

Finally, the performance on stage is over.

Li Shen and Deng Yueying all stood up and applauded.

Wow, it's finally over.

Beans were relieved.

It's not that she disrespects the old artist, she really can't understand the play.

Contemporary young people, how many can understand drama?

Cao Sanchun bowed on it.

Then Xie Hong took the three of them into the back hall together and saw Mr. Cao who was wiping his sweat.

"Old man, you sing so well!" Li Shen gave a thumbs up as soon as he came in.

"Old, I'm out of breath when I sing a scene. When Cao Sanchun saw Li Shen, he immediately smiled.

He had just skimmed Li Shen and listened to the play seriously.

On a cold day, this current "famous actor" is still so popular, which makes the old gentleman feel respected.

"Didn't I say it last time, I want to hear you sing a few words....."Cao Sanchun didn't finish his words.

"Master, something is wrong!"

Everyone looked back, and it was the second apprentice Wan Cunhui who came in.

"What's wrong? Cao Sanchun frowned.

"It's those interested students, they all refuse to learn now, they have to leave. "Wan Cun Hui is in a hurry.

"Didn't you teach people well?" Cao Sanchun asked.

"How dare I, Master, I treat them as my own father. Wan Cunhui cried with a sad face and said: "It's just that I was talking about it just now, and it will take at least a year or two to get a little bit of shape, and it will take five or six years to enter the house."

It may be that if this sentence is not said well, they will not learn it. "

After hearing this, Cao Sanchun suddenly froze and sighed heavily.

You really can't blame the apprentice for this.

Nowadays, you can sing with your mouth open, and even if you learn vocal music, you can achieve initial results in a few months.

But the hanging voice is a singing skill, and a hanging of singing is a lifetime.

And pop singing, you can go out and sing if you learn a little, but even if you learn Peking Opera, there is no future now.

He, a master of Peking Opera, is there only so many audiences?

Li Shen listened beside him, probably understanding what the reason was.

In fact, difficulty is not a problem.

To put it bluntly, you can sing well in pop and can still hold a cup, so what's the use of learning Peking Opera well?

The return is low and the investment is large, so no one wants to learn.

"Mr. Cao, don't you want to hear me sing a song? Just let those students come over and listen to it, maybe they want to stay?" Li Shen said suddenly.