065. A song, performed on stage ()
"Clang ~!"
A gong sounded.
Then,
A playful voice sounded from the red screen.
"Thank you, everyone!"
"I'll bring you the Kun opera 'Peach Blossom Fan'."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Thunderous applause and screams rang out from the crowd.
Below the stage, Ye Yan's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that there was a peach blossom fan in this world.
However…
It was unknown whether the peach blossom fan in this world was the same as in his previous life.
Ye Yan sat quietly and waited, while the surrounding pedestrians also stopped and looked at the scene.
"Hey, what is this place for?"
"I think it's an opera singer?"
"Singing? What show?"
"I heard that it was a Kun opera?"
"What is Kun opera?"
"I don't know either. I just heard it from the people on stage.”
“......”
After hearing the ignorant conversation of the people around him,
An old man in his seat frowned slightly, feeling very dissatisfied.
However, a moment later…
The sound of a zither was heard on the stage.
"Ding... Ding..."
Under the moonlight, the low and melodious sound of the zither could be heard from within the red curtain of the stage.
It was like a decadent sound echoing in the sky, like a drizzle hitting the banana leaves. It was silent when heard from afar, but it was still in his ears when he listened quietly.
Everyone's hearts could not help but tremble, and ripples appeared in their hearts.
Slowly, along with the sound of the zither, other accompanying music appeared one after another. Flute, sheng, board, gong
The sound blended together, making people feel even more excited.
Then,
The music gradually stopped.
Accompanied by the sound of a few large gongs, small gongs, and boards.
The red curtain on the stage was slowly pulled open, and the show was about to begin.
" Mr. Antique, who's like me? I'm neither jade nor copper. My face is covered in mud."
The play was clear and gentle, round and moving. He played the role of the "Old Zanli" actor. Dressed in a long robe, he held a fan and played step by step. It was amazing.
"Good!"
The old man below the stage relaxed his brows and shouted happily.
......
He pinched his fingers and frowned.
Pray for me and walk with pity.
The boudoir on the stage was graceful, shy and reserved, beautiful but not demonic, charming but not refined.
One look and one figure was a show.
The old man below the stage clapped and cheered.
The old man's name was Mao Taisheng. He was a Kunqu opera actor. When he was young, he was a part of the art troupe and had also performed the peach blossom fan. Naturally, he could tell that the actor on stage had a solid foundation. Without ten years of foundation, he would not be able to perform this essence.
Following the performance of "Peach Blossom Fan",
The lyrics were so beautiful that they made people cry. Coupled with the Kunqu opera singing that was known as the Shuimo tune, it made people feel mixed emotions.
A paragraph,"The man is gone, the smoke is already dark, who is the one who strikes the bullet clip?" The yellow dust changed, the red sun rolled, and the poetry was easy to sink into!”He sang the tragic feeling of having his country destroyed and his family destroyed and nowhere to return to.
"You laugh at me, the fireworks girl, for being inferior, and I laugh at those scholars who are also light in their bones."”He sang about how Li Xiangjun was loyal to her country and people, and how Hou Fangyu was a scholar, but he surrendered to the enemy.
There was also that:
"I saw his skyscraper rise, I saw his banquet guests, I saw his building collapse.”
"The pear blossoms are like snow and grass, like smoke. Spring is on both sides of the Qinhuai River. The makeup building is covered by the water.”
"The night of spring is long. How can I untie the hibiscus buckle in front of people? I hope to see the lamp dim, the official pot embankment is full of lotus leakage.”
Every sentence was beautiful and made people cry. It vividly portrayed love, hate, love, hatred, and the rise and fall of the country.
However, Ye Yan and Old Master Mao thought that this was a classical opera, but to the other pedestrians, it was boring and uninteresting.
Gradually…
Only Ye Yan and old man Mao were left in this vast open space below the stage, one old and one young sitting alone.
Silence and emptiness.
It was in response to the sentence,"When the people below the stage walk by, they don't see the old color!"
When the actors on stage saw this,
There was also a sad look on his face, and he was in endless sorrow.
Thinking back to the time when the Four Great Emblem Classics entered the capital, how glorious the opera was!
It was also like when hundreds of operas bloomed in the heyday, and the pear garden was filled with spring!
Was this going to be a one-way trip?
The Xizi was filled with grief, but he still spoke.
Because the drama was bigger than the sky!
Because once the song started, it had to end!
Because there were people below the stage, they had to sing!
This was a rule left behind by their ancestors. As the inheritors of the opera, they had to abide by it.
......
From the first generation of Glory World's Hui Class to now, no one cared about it!
How pitiful! What a pity!
Was the difficulty level of the opera that had been passed down for thousands of years going to end in this generation?
This thought couldn't help but appear in Ye Yan and Old Master Mao's minds.
No,
Not only Ye Yan and Old Master Mao.
Every Chinese person who loved opera couldn't help but have this thought.
It was because of this thought that the stage in the square and the peach blossom fan were built today.
They are working hard, they are trying to redeem themselves, they are passing on their legacy
However, only a few people could accept this!
Gradually…
The peach blossom fan came to an end.
Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of a gong, the red curtain was gradually pulled down.
The red curtain opened and the opera sounded.
The red curtain was closed, and the opera was heard.
From the moment the hundred people watched the red screen open to the moment the two of them sat there, the red screen closed.
This is the sorrow of the opera
But Ye Yan didn't want him to end the curtain, and also didn't want this ancient quintessence of the country to end just like that.
Perhaps with the arrival of a new era,
The opera wanted to be passed down and developed, even reaching the glory of the past.
What was needed was not to remain the same, but to bring forth new ideas!
Thinking of this,
Ye Yan stood up and walked onto the stage under Old Man Mao's incredulous gaze.
He did not want the red curtain to descend so quickly!
"Can I borrow your stage to perform a scene with you?”
Ye Yan walked to the front of the girl and said indifferently.
"Mm, alright!"
The girl looked into Ye Yan's eyes and nodded seriously.
She recognized Ye Yan, the young man she had just met a few days ago.
She still remembered that when Ye Yan found out that she was an actress, he sang a song called " The Scarlet " for her. At that time, she almost cried when she heard it. She also made up a scene, a scene that belonged to the Scarlet.
After hearing the girl's approval,
Ye Yan sat aside and picked up an erhu.
After exchanging glances with the girl, he placed the erhu on his lap.
The viewers in the live streaming room immediately perked up when they saw this scene. They yawned and watched.
"Hey, it finally stopped?"
"I almost fell asleep watching the opera just now!”
"It's fine at first, but it's getting boring.”
" I used to feel bored, or even annoyed, too. But as long as I understood it more, I would be attracted by the love, hate, and hatred of my family. In the end, I couldn't even extricate myself from it. It was only then that I realized that our traditional culture could be so touching.”
"That may be the case, but in this impetuous era, very few people are willing to sink their hearts into understanding.”
"Sigh, that's true!"
"Enough, is Old Demon Ye playing the erhu again?”
"Is this another world-shocking song?”
"I'm looking forward to what song Old Demon Ye will play this time.”
"Is it related to the opera?"
“.....”
Onstage,
Ye Yan lowered his eyes, brewing his emotions.
After a while,
He moved.
A slow and drawn-out erhu melody rang out and fell into the ears of every audience member.
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