In the live broadcast room.
The netizens watching the screen could not help but exclaim when they saw the figures that appeared one after another.
F * ck! Look at that ugly and cute shorty. Isn't that Father Ma?
Damn it! Look at that refined scum. Isn't that Uncle Ma?
F * ck! They actually sat together to watch the show and even shook hands. When two horses meet, there must be a "Tao" who heard the "news" and came. Fate was destined.
That was Li Weikang of the Plum Faction. He was also a master of Peking opera and a national treasure.
That's Liu Guijuan from the Cheng School, also a master of Peking opera.
F * ck! Look at that man in white. He's so handsome, like a walking hormone. He's elegant, handsome, and reserved. I'm a fan! She was a fan!
That was Bai Wushuang! He was the most outstanding young man in the opera world today. He was better than many older artists, but unfortunately, he was still a step behind Big Boss Du.
Big Boss Du had a master-level singing voice. If it weren't for the fact that he had debuted for a short time, he would definitely become the youngest master of folk arts in the Dragon Country.
According to my many years of experience in the sea of books, this kind of man who looks pure and flawless is either pure or hypocritical.
On the top floor! Another Yue Buqun appeared.
Damn it! Look at that heart! Master Guo was here too!
There's also Aunt Yu who perms her hair.
That was Brother Braid!
Hahaha! Big Boss Du was a man who sang to Brother Braid's heart. His sweetheart was on stage, and he had brought his family to support her!
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The live broadcast room was filled with exclamations.
The sharp-eyed netizens continued to spread the news, introducing the heavyweight guests one by one.
They realized that more than half of the 800 seats on the upper and lower floors were actually celebrities. They had status and status.
They were shocked.
This time, he truly realized the difference between an artist and a celebrity. In terms of public recognition, they might not be as good as the latter, but in terms of appeal, they were completely better than the other party.
The group of young people knelt down one after another!
At this moment, they were interested in the quintessence of Chinese opera.
Xiao Qiusheng led a group of roommates and sat excitedly on the first floor. They drank tea and ate snacks as they looked at the stage expectantly.
This was the real theater!
This was the atmosphere that should be present when listening to an opera!
Liang Jingjing, who was on the second floor, was also sitting beside Grandma. She looked around curiously.
Although he couldn't get a ticket from Grandma, he still managed to get one from someone else.
At this moment, this little devil who had always been lawless was sitting quietly in her seat, not daring to be as rash as usual.
So many big shots!
The pressure was so great!
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Soon, it was close to eight o'clock.
It was soon Du Sansheng's turn to perform first.
He traced his eyebrows carefully, not missing a single detail.
This time, it was his first official performance on stage.
" Beautiful Chinese Youth " was at most a singing and dancing program. It was not as formal and formal as this time.
I've been studying drama for more than ten years.
He also had the system by his side.
He was still a little nervous as he approached the stage.
However, he quickly suppressed it.
He studied hard and trained hard under the stage, all for the moment to go on stage.
I'm going all out!
With the sound of gongs and drums, Du Sansheng took a deep breath and walked to the position closest to the stage with his hands in an orchid shape.
He was waiting for the moment of his stunning appearance.
"It's starting!"
"The first one is Big Boss Du's performance!”
"Shut up!"
Liang Jingjing's excited voice rang out, attracting the curious gazes of the crowd. She was reprimanded by Grandma Liang with a straight face.
Sticking out her tongue, Liang Jingjing shrunk her neck and instantly became obedient.
"Friends, I won't say much. Next, the first performance was " Red Kirin," performed by Du Sansheng.”
As the announcer finished speaking.
The lights in the entire theater dimmed.
A white curtain descended from above and landed on the stage.
A sizzling sound rang out.
This was clearly a screen that was only used for movies.
What was going on?
At this moment, many people were curious.
Following the projection, a scene appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was the scene when Tian Dalong's troupe performed in Qingtang Town.
The wind and snow blew.
The people on the stage were singing.
Below the stage, there were only two audiences, one old and one young, braving the wind and rain.
The scene looked extremely miserable.
Du Sansheng found the Dousheng Internet celebrity hiding in the troupe and took this from her.
Originally, the other party thought that it was the last performance of the troupe and took a photo as a souvenir.
Unexpectedly, Du Sansheng's appearance directly changed the class master's decision.
Hearing that Du Sansheng needed it, the little girl immediately handed it over without saying anything.
However, Du Sansheng did not let her suffer any losses and gave her a ticket for tonight's show.
Now, this little girl named Zhao Xiaohui was sitting at the side, crying silently.
Many old artists who saw this scene shed tears.
His thoughts surged, and his eyes were filled with memories.
Only they could understand the bitterness and helplessness of the opera in the past.
At that time, the Dragon Country had just experienced a great upheaval.
Countless cultures withered, lost their heritage, and became extinct.
People's expressions changed when they talked about traditional things like opera.
After a scene.
It was usually lively on the stage and empty below.
There were more people singing than listening.
Now, the older generation of opera fans had passed away, and the new generation was not interested in this national essence. The situation of the lack of opera fans had not improved, but had become more and more serious.
The river is getting worse.
In many places, opera had even disappeared completely.
They were looking at this scene as memories.
It was the past.
It was also reality.
There was also the pain of seeing this national treasure fail to catch up.
On the second floor.
Tao Xinguo also had tears in his eyes.
The crosstalk back then wasn't as popular as it was now. It was hard to get one.
He had roamed the capital in the past.
Usually, it was already a blessing to have ten audiences in a day. Tears of gratitude.
The elders of the mountains and rivers can tolerate me, so that the world does not make evil money.
This sentence had already become the symbol of Virtue Wind Society.
It was to let the disciples below understand that the audience was their parents.
Never forget how lonely Master was back then.
The other fans were also shocked.
Many of the big shots present had had a hard time starting their own businesses. They started from scratch and suffered from looks of disdain and ridicule.
It was very similar to the scene on the screen.
No one was interested.
It was the same cold reception at the door.
Father Ma wiped the tears in front of his eyes and became very curious about Du Sansheng.
In the live broadcast room.
Silence.
Many of the elders and juniors who heard that Master Du would be performing tonight stood guard in front of the live broadcast room. When they saw this scene, they wept.
Even the young people who couldn't empathize felt their hearts ache.
They recognized that this scene had once appeared on Battle Voice. However, it was only a fleeting scene at that time and there was no complete version. Later on, more and more viewers were attracted by the song. They did not expect such a sad scene to happen.
In a certain room on the second floor.
Bai Wuchen's face darkened.
Damn Du Sansheng!
How sinister!
He came from an extraordinary background and had never experienced pain. Since he was young, he was talented and had the backing of the Bai family. The moment he appeared, the venue was filled with guests.
Those who lived in heaven could not understand the bitterness of the world and did not know the sorrow of hell.
They thought that the reason why the troupe in the video was deserted was because they were incompetent.
Level!
His rank was weak and he couldn't attract the audience.
Moaning for no reason.
Making a mountain out of a molehill!
Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the projection, so no one noticed him.
Even the white-haired old man beside him had no time to care about him.
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The projection stopped.
The curtain call stopped.
The person on the stage thanked him with tears in his eyes.
The old man below the stage was full of emotions, his weathered face full of hardships.
"I understand the hardships of the people in the pear garden!"
One sentence was filled with hundreds of emotions.
It caused everyone's emotions to fluctuate.
In the theater, the lights were still dim.
Only a few bright yet gentle lights gradually appeared on the stage.
Everyone could see it clearly.
Gongs and drums sounded.
Many figures wearing long robes and mandarin jackets appeared.
This time, the fans at the scene were stunned.
In the live broadcast room, everyone was stunned.
Isn't it an opera?
Why are you wearing the clothes of the Republic of China?
Even though it was a live broadcast, the netizens who had already seen part of the rehearsal scene were dumbfounded.
After all, they didn't have any costumes at that time, and it was impossible for Little Brother to broadcast the rehearsal from start to finish.
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