Yanjing City.
In a small district.
Du Xing Fang was hunched over, watering the flowers and plants in the courtyard, enjoying the peace of his old age.
Du Xingfang was the true leader of the Chinese opera industry. He was definitely not someone the people in the Beijing opera association could compare to.
Not only was he famous in the Chinese opera industry, but he was also highly sought after in the West and had been received by the leaders of various countries.
The old man had made great contributions to the Chinese opera culture all his life.
He had witnessed the most glorious era of Chinese opera, so he was even more saddened by the decline of opera culture.
"Master, this disciple is unworthy…Your line of opera is about to end with this disciple.”
Returning to the living room, the old man looked at the portraits hanging in the halls and sighed in disappointment.
Du Xingfang's teacher was the most famous opera master in modern China, Master Mei. The portrait in the middle of the hall was of Master Mei.
If he couldn't find a successor for Master Mei's line before he went to the netherworld, the Plum Sect's Beijing opera would be cut off from him.
In terms of his personal artistic achievements, he was already worthy of his mentor.
However, his failure to leave behind a successor for his master's line of opera had always been a word in Du Xingfang's heart. Every time he thought about it, he felt that he would not have the face to see his master in the afterlife.
In fact, when Du Xingfang was the most popular, it was not that no one wanted to learn from him, but he felt that these people were only here for his fame and had evil intentions, so he rejected them.
He still remembered what his teacher had said before. The most important thing in taking in a disciple was virtue, and talent was secondary.
By the time he retired from the opera industry, the opera industry had already declined. Even the opera garden was deserted. Those who had originally begged him to be their master also fell silent.
The older generation of artists paid attention to passing on their work.
Now that the firewood was almost used up, the fire could not be passed down.
"Grandpa…"
At this moment, a lively and cute girl about twelve or thirteen years old ran over.
When Du Xing Fang saw the girl, he couldn't help but smile kindly. He reached out and stroked his granddaughter's head."Why didn't you go to the piano class today? Why did you come to Grandpa's place?”
Her granddaughter raised her head and said with a determined expression,"Grandpa, I don't want to learn piano anymore. I want to learn opera from you!”
Du Xing Fang's hands trembled, and his turbid eyes widened in shock. He said in surprise,""Why would Pepe suddenly want to learn opera from Grandpa?”
In fact, when his granddaughter was a few years old, he had asked her if she wanted to learn opera from her grandfather in the future, but she was persuaded by his son and daughter-in-law.
His son and daughter-in-law thought that no one watched opera anymore, and it was useless for their daughter to learn it. She might as well learn piano.
Although Du Xingfang was unhappy, he still respected his son and daughter-in-law's thoughts. He let his granddaughter choose for herself, and she chose the piano.
At that moment, he truly felt that China's opera culture had been abandoned by the times.
Even he, the leader of the opera industry, did not want his child to learn opera, let alone others.
At this moment, when he heard that his granddaughter wanted to learn opera from him, Du Xingfang felt excited as if he had a successor.
His granddaughter's sudden decision to give up the piano to learn opera was definitely not groundless. There was a reason for it. Du Xingfang was a little curious about what had made his granddaughter suddenly interested in opera.
"Grandpa, I watched a live broadcast yesterday…"
The girl told Du Xingfang very seriously that she had suddenly become interested after watching Shen Yi's live broadcast last night.
The breathtaking opera song and the beautiful opera performance made the girl have a strong urge to inherit the quintessence of Chinese art.
When Du Xingfang listened to the little girl's words, he could see the determination on her face. It was not just because she was on a whim, but because she really liked the art of opera from the bottom of her heart.
After a long time, Du Xing finally came back to his senses. His expression was excited, and his heart was surging.
"Peipei, can you still find that video? Grandpa also wants to see what kind of young man can do this for the opera.”
Du Xingfang was very curious about what kind of magic this young man had to make his granddaughter fall in love with opera from the bottom of her heart after watching a live broadcast.
"Okay, I'll go get the tablet. The video must be on the internet now!”
The little girl obediently went to look for the video. After a while, she came to Du Xingfang with the tablet.
"Grandpa, sit down and watch. I'll play the video for you…"
The little girl dutifully helped Du Xingfang to sit on the sofa and then turned on the video for him.
The little girl also had a small idea, which was to let her grandfather understand more about her idol, Shen Yi. Therefore, she opened it from Chiling, hoping to hear her grandfather praise Shen Yi one more time.
"The people below the stage walked past, but the old colors were nowhere to be seen.”
"The people on stage are singing the heartbreaking farewell song.”
“……”
When Du Xingfang heard the drama from the tablet, his turbid eyes suddenly lit up, and he was extremely shocked!
His artistic realm of opera had long reached the peak. It was easy to hear that Shen Yi's foundation in opera was very deep. He had to be immersed in it for decades to achieve it.
However, the young man in the video looked to be in his twenties at most.
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