"That's why I was so angry at that time.
The zither was smashed.
After returning home.
Whoever wanted to talk to him about acting, he would be anxious.
This was also how she had been raised to be a loner.
During that period of time, she even had leg problems.
Maybe it's because of this that I'm treating you celebrities…
A little…
Don't mind it too much."
Xiang Xiaoyuan came to a realization.
No wonder the old man had such a bad temper…
So it was because of this.
"Later on, there were fewer and fewer opera singers, and the stage was abandoned.
Until about twenty years ago, I remember that there was a child.
I forgot what it was called.
Everyone called him Little Boss Xiao.
He had made the senior drama popular…
A few old people in the village who liked Beijing opera discussed.
He had to use the stage again, so he formed a troupe.
Back then, after much persuasion, my father finally picked up the Hu Qin again.
She sang like this for more than ten years.
These old people were all gone.
My father was still relatively young back then…so he was the only one left in the troupe.”
When Xiang Xiaoyuan heard her previous stage name, the corners of her mouth moved.
At that time, his acting was indeed very popular.
The middle-aged man sighed." My father also wants to use this stage again.
So after that, he tried to pull a few people to regroup the troupe.
But at that time, there were still many people in the village who loved to listen to opera.
However, there were no more people who knew how to sing. There were no more young people who were even willing to learn a few lines of Beijing opera.
After that, my father's old habits acted up again.
Lonely and irritable.
Fortunately, he didn't throw the Hu Qin away and played it himself when he had nothing to do.
That voice was shrill and sorrowful.
The children in the village were afraid when they heard my father's Jinghu.
To be honest, I couldn't bear to listen to that tone.
To put it bluntly, he was angry.
Not long ago, someone from your program found the old man.
When it came to the stage, I made the decision to agree.
I have my own selfish motives. I just hope that I can get rid of the old master's worries.
But he never thought…
I'm really sorry. I'll persuade him first!”
The middle-aged man finished speaking.
Xiang Xiaoyuan also understood.
No wonder the old master was like this.
Perhaps others did not understand this feeling, but Xiang Xiaoyuan understood.
In Beijing opera.
The relationship between Xian 'er and Jiao' er was no small matter!
It was said that a lone actor could not play.
Especially in the past, a good character needed many people to make him successful.
And the two most important characters.
It was the zither player and the attendant.
The bag was the most important person beside the character, similar to the current manager.
The zither player, on the other hand, largely determined the performance of the actors on the stage!
There is a saying that goes like this.
A good zither player could play the Jinghu in his hands and hold the singing of the horns firmly.
Even if the actor made a small mistake on the stage.
If the zither player could provide an accompaniment, he could make it up to him.
This required a high level of performance from the zither player, and even more so, an excellent tacit understanding between the two.
On the contrary.
If the zither player's skill was not good enough, or if the two did not have a tacit understanding of each other.
He sang his own song, and he played his own song.
It would directly cause the show on stage to fail, attracting the cheers of the fans.
On the Beijing opera stage.
It was common for zither players and actors to fight because of the coordination problems of the zither players and actors, and it became a joke.
Xiang Xiaoyuan also had a zither player. She could be said to be one of the most famous zither players in Xia country.
After twenty years, he was now an old man in his seventies.
They were friends regardless of age.
Because he was recording his own show, he was still at the Beijing Theater.
Therefore, Xiang Xiaoyuan knew better than anyone else about the relationship between Jiao Er and the zither player.
One could imagine.
This old man must have had a good relationship with the actors in the troupe back then.
Their cooperation was also very tacit.
However, it was precisely such a person who left the pear garden.
She became a celebrity in the entertainment industry.
This kind of blow was definitely not small to the old man.
After that.
The old man picked up the huqin and joined the troupe.
A few years later, the other members of the troupe left.
He wanted to form a new troupe, but he realized that he was the only one in the huge village.
The old man must have loved this stage very much.
For the first time, he was disappointed when his friend " betrayed " him.
However, he mustered up his courage and picked up the Hu Qin again.
After that, the members of the troupe grew old. This was the second disappointment.
Just as he wanted to return to the stage for the second time.
What he experienced was not disappointment.
Instead, it was despair.
For some reason, Xiang Xiaoyuan thought of the couplet from back then.
The entire place was filled with idlers, watching from the sidelines. It was better to play than to listen to the play.
Everything had to end, and it was easy to get on stage but difficult to get off.
In the end.
For many veteran actors nowadays, especially those who were not in the system.
It might be harder to get on stage than to get off.
More importantly, no matter how well the strings were pulled, it was impossible for him to pull the strings.
Who will sing…
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