"Beautiful scenery on a good day…"
In an old theater, Wen Sheng and Qing Yi were rehearsing on the stage.
Under the stands, there were only a few middle-aged and elderly people sitting there, watching attentively.
The troupe master looked at the stage from behind and then looked at the audience in twos and threes below the stand.
"Sigh…"
Perhaps it was time to give up.
Lin Yufan sighed deeply. The helplessness in his heart could be seen from his face.
He was 30 years old this year and was a fan of opera, especially Kunqu opera.
Lin Yufan had taken over this troupe from his father.
Lin Yufan remembered his father's dying wish before he passed away, as well as his own heroic words from back then, which still echoed in his ears.
However, after his father left, the opera troupe fell into his hands. It was a river that was going downhill, and the income was getting worse by the day.
Later on, he was losing money every day. The days of not being able to make ends meet had already lasted for 598 days and months.
Should they continue to hold on until they lost all their money, or should they break up as soon as possible and go their separate ways?
He thought about it for a long time but could not make a decision.
Just last night, he saw a video on the Internet and clicked on it curiously.
The title of the video was,[Flower Mask: This song was written to promote traditional Chinese opera.”
In the video, he or she, who was wearing a flower mask, said something impassioned and eloquent.
When Lin Yufan heard about it last night, his blood boiled and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night.
However, after returning to the stage today, he had no choice but to face the problems in reality.
The financial pressure and the daily losses of the troupe had made him unable to breathe.
These days, no matter how hard he tried, the troupe did not improve at all.
This feeling seemed to tell him that his hot-blooded thoughts last night were just a dream.
A dream was just a dream.
It was easier said than done to carry forward Chinese traditions. Young people nowadays were not interested in these things.
In the comments below the video, there were a few comments that were so shocking to Lin Yufan.
"Isn't that a joke? Isn't it all for the old things? The old-fashioned things should have disappeared long ago.”
"Old Antique is Old Antique, and you still have the nerve to talk about the quintessence of the country. Forget it, my Qing Dynasty is dead.”
"Is opera as good as rap? It has the meaning of rap. It's an old-fashioned thing, but it's still being promoted.”
These words were like poisonous needles, piercing deeply into Lin Yufan's soul.
He even suspected that he had been abandoned by the times. Was everything he wanted to hold on to wrong?
Lin Yufan felt that he shouldn't have done this, so he wrote a long article, but he didn't dare to leave a message directly. He was afraid of triggering a battle.
After he finished typing, he chose to send a private message to Hua Dan. When he opened his phone today, he did not receive any reply.
Lin Yufan smiled bitterly. Perhaps, it was impossible for the other party to notice his news.
Or perhaps, what he said was just a set of words for the sake of the program team's effect.
That's right, why would any young person care about traditional opera?
……
On the other side of the rented house, Su Yi was thinking about what song he would sing for the next episode of the Masked King.
Even though the 50 million shock points required by the system was a lot of pressure on him, he still wanted to choose to sing opera.
What kind of song could draw the attention of young people to traditional opera and also interest them?
Which song should he choose?
Yes!
He had to choose something with a stronger ancient flavor.
Just as he was about to search for inspiration online, he saw a long message on Weibo.
"Hello, Hua Dan. I don't know if I should call you sir or madam. I hope you can forgive me for disturbing you late at night.”
I'm the head of an opera troupe. My ancestors were all opera performers. My family can be said to be a family of folk arts that has been passed down from generation to generation.
I myself love opera very much and like this industry very much, but now the opera industry has encountered a cold winter.
I didn't know where to go. All the savings at home had been used up. If I persisted, I would start to fall into debt.
My father had great hopes for me.
I still remember when my father was still alive, he told me that the art inheritance of the Chinese nation could not be broken in the hands of our generation.
So even if the troupe lost money every day, I still insisted on opening the shop. But now that I've lost money for nearly two years, I really can't afford to lose money anymore.
Personally, I'm not afraid of getting into debt, but I've already got a family. I can't just think about myself.
My wife is already preparing to divorce me, but I don't want to give up. I really want to keep the troupe going…
Can you tell me if I should give up my life's favorite opera to salvage this relationship, or if I should not change my original heart and stick to my heart?
After Su Yi finished reading this story, his heart also felt lost.
The opera troupes were closing down one by one. Those who could persist until now all had true love for opera.
However, all of this could not compare to reality. Under the great wheel of the times, how many people could resist?
Similar stories happened in the same time and space, with different joys and sorrows.
Su Yi typed and replied, but in the end, he chose to delete all of them and did not send them out.
Yes, it was easier said than done to make young people accept traditional opera.
Su Yi did not know how to persuade this class master. It was as if no matter what advice he gave, it would be wrong.
Don't persuade others to do good without suffering.
From these words, Su Yi could see the helplessness and sadness of a middle-aged man.
He could choose to keep this marriage or continue to hold on to his dreams.
If it was Su Yi, he would definitely choose the latter and decisively divorce her.
In his opinion, if the two of them could not go through the ups and downs of their marriage together, they would be able to survive.
Then what was the point of such a marriage and such love?
In Su Yi's opinion, this was not called love, nor was it called marriage. If it were to be counted, it could only be considered as living together.
However, everyone had their own choices. He did not want to interfere too much in other people's lives.
However, although he couldn't answer directly, he could respond with a song.
Su Yi suddenly thought of a song and a story.
The story was about an old man who abandoned the doll that accompanied him for the rest of his life.
At the end of the story, the old man finally realized that it was too late.
Su Yi could feel the class master's true love for this industry from his words.
The old man in the story and the current class master had similar encounters.
Abandoning his dreams, abandoning his original heart, abandoning the stage that accompanied him for his entire life.
The next song would be this 'Pulling Silk Play'. He hoped that this song would let the class master see what he wanted to express.
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