Qingzhou.
Ding Kang was carrying a camera and interviewing a troupe leader in a theater.
"Director Chen, I'm Ding Kang, a reporter from the Chinese Folk Arts Association. I'd like to ask you a few questions.”
"What's there to interview me for? But I can chat with you. Anyway, the scene just ended.”
The old class master knocked on his pipe and picked up another pinch of tobacco to light.
Bada.
He took a deep breath, and the thick smoke instantly blocked Ding Kang's line of sight.
"Yes, I was sitting below the stage just now. The audience seemed to like it. Are there usually so many people watching the show in the theater?”
"No, no. The theater has only recently become more popular.”
The old class master shook his head hard and said seriously,"You don't know, but in the past, it was normal for there to be no one around. Usually, only people my age would come to watch the show, unlike now, where young people often come to watch.”
"Then, aren't you curious why there are so many people watching the show recently? Didn't you ask them why they suddenly wanted to watch the show?”
Ding Kang had already guessed the old class master's answer. Class Master Chen was the last stop for his interview.
"It would be a lie to say that I'm not curious. I'm afraid that this is a dream. If I go and ask, they might not come again in the future!”
"The things passed down by the ancestors can't be left unread!”
The old class master lowered his head, his expression a little melancholic.
Even though he had seen the persistence of these older opera actors many times, Ding Kang was still moved by the old class master's words.
At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the poem " A Generation " written by the young man named Shen Yi.
He had probably seen too many people like this before, so he let out such a powerful sigh!
"Old class master, have you heard of a young man called Shen Yi?”
Ding Kang continued to ask, while the notebook in his hand quickly recorded.
"Never heard of him. Who is he?"
The old class master paused the pipe in his hand. Ding Kang had piqued his curiosity.
"How about this, Old Class Master, I'll show you a video. After you watch it, you should know who he is.”
Ding Kang took out his phone and played the video of Shen Yi's live broadcast of " Yu Xi Tan " to the old class master.
When he saw the group of veteran actors from the Beijing opera class performing on stage and the villagers cheering and clapping from the bottom of their hearts, his eyes lit up and his expression turned yearning.
After a long time, the video ended.
Ding Kang also explained to the old class master that Shen Yi had always been promoting the culture of opera by fusing the opera tune with modern songs so that more young people could understand opera.
Nowadays, many young people had fallen in love with opera again after watching Shen Yi's live broadcast.
When the old class master heard this, his expression changed and he said,"Then I'm relieved. During this period of time, I've been afraid that this was a dream. I feel uneasy every day, but when I saw so many young people coming here to watch the show, I didn't dare to wake up!”
After saying that, the old class leader lit up his pipe with a trembling hand.
Ding Kang asked about the recent changes in the theater.
For example, the old people who were acting on stage, what kind of mentality they had recently.
By the time he left, the sky was already very dark, but when he turned around, he could see that the theater was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The next day.
Ding Kang returned to Yanjing City, touched the camera on his chest, and walked into the unit with determination.
In the past week or so, he had been flying around China, interviewing many opera class masters and young people who had regained their interest in opera.
He also finally understood why Shen Yi was trying his best to let more people understand opera.
It was a kind of belief, a firm belief in opera.
……
Dong dong dong.
Pei Zhanran heard the knock on the door and said without looking up,"Come in."
Ding Kang walked into the office and looked up at Pei Zhanran."Leader, I didn't fail my mission.”
When Pei Zhanran saw the CD that Ding Kang took out, his eyes curved into a smile.
She put the CD into the computer and looked at the materials inside. She nodded at Ding Kang and said,"Mmm, the editing is pretty good. Leave the stuff with me. I'll bring it to Yangshi TV Station later. Their documentary is almost done.”
"Leader, although the main character in the documentary has always been Shen Yi, there are no scenes of Shen Yi in the entire film. Should I go to Xiaoxiang and ask him to retake some scenes?”
"No need, as long as the documentary highlights Shen Yi's importance, it's fine.”
Pei Zhanran shook his head. If Ding Kang's documentary was put into Yangshi, there would at most be about three minutes left. There was no need to look for Shen Yi.
She was thinking that maybe she could give Shen Yi an exclusive interview in the future. The effect might be even greater then.
"Alright, Leader, I'll go back first.”
"Okay, go ahead."
After Pei Zhanran finished watching the entire documentary, he took out the CD and wrapped it up before leaving the office.
……
Mushroom Hut.
Ring, ring, ring.
The landline suddenly rang.
"Oh, the phone is ringing. I'll answer it!”
Peng Peng heard the phone ring and immediately ran over to answer it.
"Hello, I'm a staff member of Yangshi. Is Shen Yi here? We need to contact him.”
Sheep's eyes?
Peng Peng's mouth was wide open in shock. Yang Shi looking for Shen Yi?
Could it be that Shen Yi was going to be seen by the sheep?
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