In the end, Lin Ke still didn't receive any news from Ye Ziqing.
Fortunately, Mao Qingsheng promised her that he would definitely see her on Monday!
Lin Ke remembered that next Monday was the school's job fair.
After that, the old master would not say anything more about her writing.
However, Lin Ke was already very happy to be able to confirm that the person on Teacher Mao Qingsheng's scarf was the young class master from back then!
…………
In the office, Mao Qingsheng was no longer dejected!
It was true that they all talked about how dramas supported people!
In the past, Mao Qingsheng had thought that this meant that opera singers had to practice Kung Fu diligently.
Therefore, their bodies were relatively strong.
Now, it seemed that he had been too narrow-minded!
Even this young lady could understand such a principle from the show.
It could be seen that this show was not just about the human body.
There was also someone's spirit!
It was just like what the child had sung just now.
The red bridge is clear and beautiful, and the green willows welcome the setting sun.
Rugged sheep's intestines.
I only seek the fragrant dust of the road, and go forward freely!
In the old master's eyes, acting was naturally beautiful.
However, no matter how beautiful it was, there were still winding paths, right?
Instead of worrying about this and that, it was better to just admire the dust-free and carefree way forward!
This scene!
If you want to listen, then listen. If you don't want to listen, then forget it!
The show was either sung for those who understood it or for themselves.
I'm already so old, why should I compete with those people who don't know anything about acting!
Since ancient times!
Famous plays were played one after another, and their names were immortalized!
Famous characters established their own sects and sects, and their lives were endless!
As for people like Bai Naicheng?
Nothing without cultural heritage and true artistry could withstand the test of history.
No matter how handsome a face was, after a hundred years, it would just be a piece of yellow soil that people were anxious about!
The real show would be preserved, and the more he listened to it, the more interesting it would be!
The pear blossoms bloomed, and spring was like rain.
Pear blossoms fall, spring into the mud.
How could pear blossoms be heartless? They turned into spring mud to leave fragrance behind…
As he thought about this, the old man took out his phone.
He posted the Ode to Pear Blossom on his Weibo again.
This time, there was no paperwork!
Later, he recorded what the little class master said.
The old master did not look at the comments anymore!
Naturally, he would understand the real Beijing songs of the Plum Sect.
If they didn't understand people, then let them appreciate their own " beauty."
After doing all this, the old man turned off his phone.
He took out the Jinghu.
"Su San ~~~ left Hongdong County ~~~
Kneeling in front of the big gai
I didn't say it ~ My heart is sour…"
The night wind blew gently outside the window.
Although the old man's heart was sour, his tone was indeed sweet.
Her voice, which had always been half-baked, sounded very similar this time.
…………
In a courtyard house in Jing City.
Zhuang Lu had just expressed her support for her idol on Weibo!
Her family background was not bad. Although her studies were average, she lived a carefree life.
His biggest hobby was to chase after celebrities.
Yesterday, his idol was slapped by an old thing on the show.
She felt like her heart was about to break!
And her idol had expressed that she would not pursue the matter, which made her even angrier and her heart ache for her treasure.
That song,"The Drunken New Concubine," was clearly so beautiful.
The voice was beautiful, the clothes were beautiful, but the most beautiful thing was still the person!!!
However, that old thing actually took advantage of his seniority.
She had made her idol's performance sound like it was useless!
What did she mean by a real imperial concubine wasn't like this?
He spoke as if he had seen it before!
He even said that this song did not represent the opera!
It's not like my idol doesn't know how to sing Beijing opera. After sending out a Beijing opera song, this old man didn't say anything!
Zhuang Lu wasn't a newbie at Beijing opera!
Her grandfather liked to listen to Peking opera very much. She felt that she could still distinguish between beauty and ugliness!
Just now, she had not only sent dozens of compliments on her idol's Weibo to support her idol's song,"Su San Qi Jie."
She even shared this Beijing opera with her friends.
Not only that, but the old man also said that his own song was plagiarized.
It was really hehe!
If he wasn't his idol, who would know this old man?
And this old man seemed to have indeed gotten some attention.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got…
"People really get worse as they get older!"
"What the hell is this? Hurry up and die.”
“…………”
The girl cursed.
"Lu, why are you muttering?”Her grandfather, who was rocking the rattan chair beside her, suddenly asked.
"It's fine. You can rest."
After replying to his grandfather.
Zhuang Lu opened the old man's Weibo again.
Just as he was about to curse.
However, he realized that the old man had sent another Weibo post.
This time, there was no script, only an audio recording!
What was this old thing up to this time!
After she clicked it open, a sound sharper than an erhu rang out.
Zhuang Lu waited impatiently for a while.
Finally, a voice that she could not describe sounded.
"Pear flowers bloom ~~ Sigh ~~~~
Spring ~ brings ~ rain ~"
Just this one sound!
The old man's hand suddenly grabbed the armrest of the rattan chair!
The rattan chair instantly stopped moving!
The veins on the old man's hand bulged like the skin of a hundred-year-old pear tree!!!
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