This was the first time he felt the true charm of the quintessence of Chinese art.
This was the quintessence of China. Unfortunately, fewer and fewer people were watching it now!
Thank you for bringing me such a wonderful performance.
The opera was an aesthetic art and a beautiful performance.
This performance was much better than any idol group's concert.
I advise you to be careful with your words and actions! Was an idol group a concert? It was a group of demons dancing.
……
The curtain had already fallen.
As the night deepened, the villagers had already returned home.
Mushroom Hut.
At this moment, it was packed with people. The veteran actors of the Beijing opera troupe were still reminiscing about the cheers and applause from before.
As soon as Shen Yi appeared, the veteran actors from the Beijing opera class quickly surrounded him.
"Young Class Master, thank you…thank you for giving us a perfect performance.”
An old actor excitedly stepped forward and held Shen Yi's hands. His voice trembled and his expression was extremely moved.
These people had basically dedicated the first half of their lives to opera.
When he was learning opera, opera was still at its peak, and he dreamed of becoming a character one day.
However, when they finished their studies and went on stage, they first welcomed a special period.
At that time, not to mention performing on stage, even the guys who ate had to be carefully hidden.
When she went on stage again, the opera had already begun to decline.
The gongs and drums on the stage were beating in unison. It was very lively, but the stage below was cold and empty.
However, the rules of the ancestors were there. Once the show started, it could not end until it was over. This performance lasted for decades.
Only today did they truly experience how blissful it was for an opera actor to receive the cheers and applause of the audience.
"Young Master, thank you for letting us feel the pride of an opera actor…"
"With this performance today, even if I go down to see the master who taught me acting back then, I can proudly tell him that my disciple did not embarrass him.”
He had persisted for most of his life, but when he was finally about to leave, he had obtained the most precious wealth of an opera actor.
Their eyes were red, and they were so excited that they burst into tears.
Sigh, my heart suddenly felt stifled. If these older generation opera actors retire, I wonder who will inherit the precious art passed down by our ancestors.
Fortunately, there is still Shen Yi. With him around, I believe that the art of Chinese opera will not be cut off.
It made me feel uncomfortable. It's useless to just say it. In the future, let's use our actions to support our national essence. Let's go to the theater and listen to more plays!
The person above is right. Supporting the quintessence of Chinese opera starts with me. I'll go buy tickets tomorrow.
It's the weekend tomorrow, so I'll bring the whole family to watch the show.
Yes, as long as everyone supported the art passed down by their ancestors, it would not be cut off.
In the live broadcast room, the audience was moved by the words of the veteran actor from the Beijing opera troupe. Art needed an audience.
All they could do was to be a good audience.
At the same time.
Backstage, the executive director, Wang Zhengyu, had already tabulated the live broadcast data.
At its peak, the number of viewers in the live streaming room had reached 60 million.
Starting from eight o'clock until the end of the performance, the average number of online users was a terrifying 50 million.
In other words, most of the audience had not left for even a moment.
This was basically impossible for a live broadcast.
Even Wang Zhengyu himself found it unbelievable that a traditional opera performance could have such an effect.
……
Although the performance had ended, the impact of this wonderful opera performance was slowly spreading throughout the country.
The first to feel this influence were the opera troupes from all over China.
Li He was the head of an opera troupe. As usual, he arrived at the theater early today.
As the head of the troupe, he was responsible for setting the song for the night's performance, contacting the actors, and selling the tickets.
Usually, the people who sold tickets to the theater were mostly elderly people. It was already considered good if they could sell dozens of tickets a day.
After deciding on the song and contacting the actors, Lee Hezheng posted the song information.
Four in the afternoon.
The tickets for the theater were on sale. He sat at the door and read the newspaper while waiting for someone to buy tickets.
"Hello, give me four tickets."
A young voice suddenly sounded.
Li He looked up and saw a young man in his thirties standing in front of the ticket office with his wife and children.
"Alright! These are the four tickets you asked for."
"Thank you! Let's go, Daddy will bring you to watch the show!"
Li He was looking at the family of four's backs with a surprised expression.
It had been a long time since young people visited the theater, and there were even fewer people with families.
He shook his head, thinking that it was not surprising that accidents sometimes occurred.
"Hello, may I know what song is being performed today…"
Lee Hezheng had yet to come back to his senses when another young couple came to the window.
"Garden Dream."
"Alright, give me two tickets!"
Lee Hezheng's heart was already in turmoil. What was going on today? Two groups of young people came in a row!
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