He raised his eyebrows.
He pinched his fingers.
Her gaze was gentle.
The song was played three times.
Her sleeves fluttered.
Her lotus steps drifted.
……
Zhongyuan Province, cold winter, heavy snow.
Qingtang Town.
In front of an ordinary stage, Du Sansheng, with red lips and white teeth, stood in the snow, carefully holding an umbrella for his old grandfather.
Du Sansheng sighed in his heart as he looked at his grandfather, who was listening intently.
He raised his head.
He looked at the stage.
Over there, the alluring female lead flung her sleeves, her elegant and elegant green dress dancing around the beam.
The drums beat, and the Hu people sang.
It was clearly a joyous song, but Du Sansheng could hear a trace of desolation, an indescribable sadness.
That's true!
It was winter, and snow was falling.
In front of this dilapidated stage, there was no audience other than the grandfather and grandson.
For a performer, the greatest sorrow was that no one would listen to or appreciate their conscientious performance.
All to the air, empty and sad.
This was especially true for actors.
The rules of the ancestors could not be broken easily.
Once the song started, even if there was no one in the audience, they had to finish singing.
The gods of all directions listen to music and dance, and the ghosts of all directions are ghosts and people.
Snow fell.
The cold wind was biting, and the snow was getting heavier.
The performance on the stage continued, and the sound became even more sorrowful.
Du Sansheng lowered his head and looked at his grandfather with a complicated expression. He was still focused on listening to the play, and his turbid eyes were filled with some emotions. He sighed helplessly.
He tightened the old man's clothes to prevent more snow from entering his neck and sleeves.
Du Sansheng could understand his grandfather's emotions.
For a veteran actor like him, acting was more important than the sky!
The old man had been performing for more than fifty years and had been in the troupe all his life.
Acting had long become his life.
Even if he couldn't sing anymore and returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age.
Every time there was a troupe in town, Grandpa would be there.
Rain or shine, cold and snow were unstoppable.
This was a feeling, a belief.
It was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Even Du Sansheng, who had also studied acting with his grandfather for more than ten years, could not fully empathize with him.
Therefore, Du Sansheng did not try to dissuade him anymore after being scolded by the old man a few times.
Everyone had a kind of protection in their hearts!
All he could do was silently accompany the old man.
The play was coming to an end.
The cold wind howled.
The snow was getting heavier.
As the last drumbeat died down.
The song ended.
"Grandpa, it's time to go back!"
Du Sansheng said. He helped the old man up, skillfully cleaned up the bench, held the umbrella, and prepared to leave with the others.
At this moment, someone rushed over from the stage and stopped the grandfather and grandson.
"Please wait a moment!"
An excited trembling voice sounded.
Grandfather and grandson stopped.
Du Sansheng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who had a weathered face and an excited expression.
"You, what's the matter?"
His voice was clear and crisp, like the snow on the cliff. It was noble and clean, with a coldness that kept people a thousand miles away. It was especially pleasant to hear.
It sounded good!
It was the middle-aged man's first impression.
It was cold!
It was his second impression.
Tian Dacheng looked at the handsome young man in front of him in surprise and apologized immediately. Then, with a solemn expression, he bowed to the grandfather and grandson in front of him.
"Thank you!"
"Thank you for listening to the end!"
"Thank you!"
On the stage, there was also a chorus of thanks.
Looking up, he saw that the entire troupe of twenty to thirty people had gathered on the stage. They did not even remove their makeup. Each and every one of them had tears in their eyes as they shed tears of gratitude.
Tian Dacheng cried.
"There are very few people who can persevere and listen to the whole story!”
"We've been around to make a living, and we've been to the docks. We've encountered many such weather conditions. You're the only audience who listened to the opera in the snowy weather.”
"This is the last time our troupe will sing!”
"I've been singing for more than thirty years! I thought that today's Cold Snow Day would be like usual, with no audience and that it would end regretfully... Thank you, everyone. This time, it's a perfect ending!”
Tian Dacheng cried and laughed. His face was full of gratitude and reluctance to part with the opera.
The people on the stage were also affected. Their eyes were filled with tears, and their faces were also filled with gratitude and reluctance to part with the opera.
Some people who showed their emotions directly hugged the instruments in their hands and cried.
"I've made a fool of myself in front of you!"
A portion of his suppressed emotions were released, and Tian Dacheng smiled awkwardly.
"I'm fine!"
"I've been traveling with the troupe since I was five years old and have been singing for my entire life. I understand your feelings!”
"I've been on the stage for half my life, and I've been acting for half my life. In the end, I had no choice but to give up what I liked for a few taels of silver.
I understand the hardships of the people in the pear garden!"
Old Master Du's deep voice traveled with the wind into the ears of the troupe.
Immediately, they cried all over the ground.
He bowed gratefully to Old Master Du again.
That's right!
Only the people in the industry understood the hardships of the people in the pear garden.
The essence of the country was withering, and the country's culture was declining. The opera had long lost its glory and was heading for decline.
Now, they could only struggle for survival because of the support of the country.
However, without the kindling that came later, the number of spectators dwindled, and many of the inherited national essences were just struggling to survive.
In fact, many of them had long lost their legacy.
"Let's go!"
"Child, today is your birthday!"
"Let's go back and have a drink!"
Du Sansheng let out a long sigh and clenched his fists as he looked at his grandfather, who had taken the lead and walked forward. His body was a little hunched as if he had lost all his energy.
"If only I could revive the national essence!”
Ding!
A voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Who is it?"
Du Sansheng was shocked.
The National Studies Promotion System was being activated!
" This is…!!!"
"Goldfinger!"
Du Sansheng was surprised and delighted. He had read many novels in his previous life, so he was naturally familiar with the cheat.
This was the standard for all transmigrators.
That's right!
He was a transmigrator. Eighteen years ago, he had transmigrated to this parallel world that was similar to his previous life but different.
Unfortunately, he had yet to awaken his golden finger.
He had thought that he was an idiot. In order to have a skill, he had been studying opera with his grandfather since he was three years old. He did not expect that on his eighteenth birthday today, this cheat would suddenly appear like a ghost.
Could it be that the standard cheat also had to be age discrimination and that non-adults were prohibited from entering!
After some understanding, Du Sansheng gradually understood the function of this system.
This is a system to revitalize Chinese culture. The system will issue missions. The host can obtain certain rewards and skills by completing the missions and earning achievement points.
The Newbie Gift Pack has been issued. Would you like to sign for it?
"Sign here!"
Congratulations to the host for obtaining master-level opera singing skills.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Hundred Changes Voice and the Heavenly King Stage singing ability.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the experience of singing the song " Red Kylin "
Du Sansheng instantly felt that there was a lot of information in his mind.
He felt a slight pain in his throat, followed by endless comfort.
It was as if some kind of restriction had been broken.
In a trance, he felt that he had traveled through time and returned to the Republic of China, experiencing the bumpy life of a generation of famous actors.
He had been learning since he was young.
a song shocked the capital.
suffer from strife
Suppressed by power.
In the era of war, they were displaced.
There had been glorious moments at the peak, and there had also been sad times when they had fallen into the mud.
In the end, under the guise of a performance, the pear garden was set ablaze, and a group of vicious Japanese generals were buried in the sea of fire.
Compose a song of grief with life.
The interpretation of the opera is loyal to the country.
Don't forget to worry about your country!
Du Sansheng was familiar with this song that had been popular throughout the country in his previous life.
He was excited.
This was not only because this parallel world lacked many classic songs and other excellent works of art from his previous life, but also because he had thought of a way to comfort the old man.
Ding!
[System Mission: Host, please make 500 people interested in opera within 10 days.]
Mission successful. Reward: Master-level makeup and music composing skills.
Mission failed, no reward.
F * ck!
This system really knew how to take advantage of the situation.
Du Sansheng immediately shouted at the System.
"Grandpa, wait!"
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