Chapter 275: The building collapsed, but the play is not over

Looking at the Yuan koi on the stage, wearing costumes and singing fragments of "Rap Face", Lin Bao also smiled and nodded.

Actually, it was also the Opera Association that helped to contact me.

In the past few years, with the development of Internet culture, the Spring Festival Gala, as the annual national ceremony, has also begun to add some hot elements of the year to the program. From the beginning of the language program, the use of hot jokes, and then to the beginning of some more popular popular and artistic popular programs, which were directly put on the stage.

And "Rap Face", in terms of popularity, can be said to occupy a hot spot for a long time in the middle of the year.

In addition, it itself is a fusion of opera elements, which has played a very big role in promoting traditional opera.

Therefore, after the application of the Opera Association, this song was naturally put on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and attached to the back of the opera program.

At the same time, several Yuan koi, who are singers, were also invited to the stage of the Spring Festival Gala together.

The five cute girls are only sophomores this year, and they are very lucky to be invited to the Spring Festival Gala.

However, due to confidentiality reasons before, this matter was not publicized outside.

Just waiting for the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, this one will appear and give everyone a surprise.

In front of the TV screen, listening to the familiar rhythm, as well as on the stage, the five cute girls in costumes, the audience was also very surprised.

The song "Rap Face" has been widely circulated throughout the year, and the audience is very wide, not to mention young people, even children, and some middle-aged and elderly audiences, they also like this song very much.

Basically, everyone who watches the Spring Festival Gala in front of the TV screen has basically heard this song.

And for this song to be on the Spring Festival Gala, although it is reasonable, everyone is also very surprised, after all, there is not the slightest news before.

On the Internet, this matter was soon discussed.

And as time went on, the countdown began.

The whole country gathered together, looked at the hands, pointed to the last second of the year, and then the New Year's bell rang.

At the same time, a new song was quietly uploaded on all music platforms except Kuwang Music.

There is no publicity.

And the first to find out about this matter were some online media staring at hot spots.

Recently, Lin Bao's new song on the Internet has been very popular.

Regarding the release time of the new song, Lin Bao Studio, including Penguin Music, has not had any publicity.

Everyone is also anxious to wait.

These online media, self-media accounts, are also waiting to be fed, waiting for the news of new songs, so that they can be released first to attract traffic and drink heat for themselves.

Alai is a Weibo big V.

Of course, in this era, if there are tens of thousands of fans, you can be called a big V.

Because Alai usually shares a lot of his true feelings about music and movies, although he is not a studio, he is diligent in updating and currently has hundreds of thousands of fans. It's considered to be in the big V, at the middle and lower level.

Even so, now his account, every month, can bring him enough income for him to live a simple life in a small and medium-sized city.

Who doesn't want to take it a step further, though?

Alai also envies those millions, or even tens of millions, of super Vs.

Therefore, during the Chinese New Year, he spent the New Year with his family in his hometown, and at the same time, he did not forget to pay attention to some hot spots on the Internet and update his Weibo account.

The Spring Festival, in addition to the traditional cultural atmosphere of the New Year, is also a big carnival of entertainment culture.

Spring Festival movies are a big topic.

Alai himself has also made relevant preparations early, and is even more ready to catch up with the first movie of the new year, and then finish watching a few popular cinema movies, and then update a few movie reviews as soon as possible on the first day of the new year.

While waiting for the opening of the movie, Alai also saw the news on the Internet about the song "Rap Face" and the five cute girls on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

It's also a bit of a surprise.

After all, he is also more concerned about the field of culture and entertainment.

Many activities in Lin Bao's studio, the promotion of new works, are also always watching.

This time, "Rap Face" and a few girls went to the Spring Festival Gala, but before, there was no publicity at all, which was very unexpected.

However, it is not so surprising.

After all, Lin Bao's studio has a record of "releasing new songs with zero publicity".

For Lin Bao's studio, the studio itself, or Lin Bao itself, is the heat. As long as it is stained with him, it will definitely become a hot spot soon, so if it is not promoted, his new works will also be popular......

Wait a minute!

Thinking of this, Alai was suddenly stunned.

No...... This time, Lin Bao is also preparing to secretly release the new song, right?

After all, it's been almost a week since that short video was promoted.

The heat has been going on for a week, and it's time for release.

And during this period of time, if you release a new song, it will either be at zero o'clock on the Spring Festival for a few days, or at nine o'clock the next day.

With the idea of trying his luck, Alai clicked on the singer page of Li Yunrun of Philharmonic Cloud Music at twelve o'clock in the morning when he sat in the cinema.

Sort by publication time.

Flushed.

The first song, "Red Ling".

......

"Jiao, I know!"

Seeing this song on the top, Alai couldn't help but cry out.

Then he suddenly realized that this was in the movie theater, and he was busy covering his own right, and cast an apologetic look at the young lady next to him.

Then, without thinking about it, he directly clicked on the forward, forwarded it to his Weibo, and commented at the same time: "I know that the great god is secretly singing again! After listening to it, it is very exciting, highly recommended!'The people in the audience don't see the old color when they walk by' 'The humble person doesn't dare to forget the country even if no one knows me!' The high style and bright festival of the opera master is admirable...... Domestic opera, it's time to revive!"

A long paragraph, except for the first one and the rest of the sentence, were all written by him in advance, copied and pasted.

In fact, the video released by Lin Bao's studio before has basically expressed the content and idea of the entire song.

Combined with the deeds of the famous character who sacrificed his life for the country and died with the enemy, basically, Alai also understands what kind of story Lin Bao wants to express.

So, before he listened to it, he forwarded the entire large paragraph.

When he finished forwarding, he put on his headphones, clicked on the button of the MV behind the song, and began to quietly look at the MV of the new song that lasted for more than six minutes.

At the beginning of the scene, on the picture with the national battle of the last century as the background, a column of words began to appear: "In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, on the night of July 7, with the sound of Japanese gunfire, the whole country fell into a deep situation......

Looking at the introduction above, Alai nodded, it seems that it is not bad. This new song by the great god is written just like this.

Then, the camera turned, and it was the appearance of an old county town.

It is called Anyuan County.

At night, the brightest place is the theater in the county.

Dignitaries, children of rich families, rich ladies, and some older scholars all like to come here to listen to a play at night.

In the Anyuan County Theater, the most famous corner is called Pei Yanzhi.

What he is best at is "Peach Blossom Fan". I saw that he had soft sleeves, a graceful tone, a smile, and a lively performance of Li Xiangjun who dared to love and hate, and did not hesitate to stain peach blossoms with blood.

Ah Lai looked at Pei Yanzhi, who was constantly reaping the warm applause of almost all the people with heads and faces in the scene, and also sighed in his heart.

The opera actor Lin Bao found is definitely a professional.

Although he himself didn't listen to Kunqu, but that smile, every move, without years of hard work, he definitely didn't come out.

And just when the play reached its climax, a cannon rang out, and suddenly came from outside. The entire stage couldn't help but be shaken, and a lot of dust fell.

"What's going on?"

Everyone stood up in shock and subconsciously looked outside.

Outside, the sound of artillery fire rang out a few more times.

Could it be that the Japanese army is coming?

During this time, there have been relevant news in Anyuan County.

Hearing the sound, these characters with heads and faces all left their seats and walked outside, tonight, they still stayed in their own homes completely.

Pei Yanzhi on stage was also escorted by the theater staff to the backstage and began to remove his makeup.

And looking at Pei Yanzhi, who took off his headdress and wiped off the powder on his face, Alai was stunned for a moment.

It's not ...... That Li Yunrun!

Did he play Pei Yanzhi in person?

Thinking about it again, on the stage just now, a series of opera actions were so standard, and Alai was also surprised in his heart.

And offstage, when removing makeup and talking with the opera staff next to him, his every move turned out to be the temperament of a Kunqu opera corner.

This is something that Alley didn't expect.

Could it be that he used to study opera professionally?

As the screen turned, it showed a group of Japanese soldiers entering the city.

In the morning, Pei Yanzhi, who was practicing his voice in the courtyard, was also told by the owner of the theater that the Japanese asked him to give a solo performance to all the Japanese soldiers tonight to comfort all the Japanese soldiers.

To everyone's surprise, Pei Yanzhi, who has always been stubborn, just smiled, did not refuse, turned around, and continued to hang his throat there.

In the afternoon, groups of Japanese soldiers began to march into the theater.

Pei Yanzhi was in front of the makeup table backstage, drawing his eyebrows.

Music plays.

The background prelude to the performance of Chinese music, which is very operatic rhyme, suddenly pulls Allei into the scene.

Immediately after, a male voice with an opera accent sang.

"As soon as the play folds, the water sleeves rise and fall. Singing sorrows and joys and singing clutches has nothing to do with me. ”

As soon as the picture turned, the scene of Pei Yanzhi's previous performance on the stage appeared. In the audience, the people of the county watched with relish and gave the warmest applause.

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound silently, and the outsiders in the play are outsiders, who can say it. ”

Behind the stage, Pei Yanzhi was also reading some newspapers and writing some poems, which were all about current affairs, about people with lofty ideals, and some analysis of the current situation of the country.

"I am used to blending joy, anger, sorrow and joy into the powder, and what about singing and wearing the lyrics, I am all white. ”

The Japanese army invaded the land of China, and the people were killed in the sound of artillery fire.

On the stage, after the performance and the curtain call, I went down the steps, and the theater owner next to me handed over a newspaper.

Looking at the words "Japanese invasion" and so on in the newspaper, Pei Yanzhi's brows couldn't help frowning.

"In troubled times, duckweed endured to watch the beacon fire burning mountains and rivers, and the humble did not dare to forget the country, even if no one knew me. ”

Back in his room, Pei Yanzhi, who sat down, laid out a piece of paper on the table, put the inkstone, held the brush, and when he put down the pen, he raised his head slightly and pondered.

His own performance on the stage, the applause of the audience in the county seat, the Japanese army marching into the county seat, and the conversation between the Japanese generals and the theater owners...... The picture kept flashing.

As the background music changed suddenly, Li Yunrun's voice suddenly changed to a falsetto, but at the same time, it was also a very professional falsetto, and the chorus part was sung.

"The people in the audience walked by, but they didn't see the old colors. ”

Pei Yanzhi began to put down his pen and began to write on the paper.

The people on the stage sang, heartbroken parting songs. Love words are difficult to ink, she sings with blood, the curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest~"

He wrote hard, as if inspiration came suddenly, and the picture constantly alternated between the camera positions, and at the same time, mixed with some theater staff behind the theater, anxious and worried.

The chorus section ends.

The tone is loud again, and the background music has become a piece of Kunqu opera: "I regret it seriously, I look back and I am a mirage, who is ...... on the other side"

And as the camera moved, it fell to a poem written on the paper in front of Pei Yanzhi:

The curtain began with applause, and the curtain dispersed with the fire.

National security is all about people, and the drama sighs for the family and the country.

Singing the song is misty and misty, and his life is just in the ink.

Since you can die and regret the country, you can also ...... the beacon fire of the Anhe River in many autumns"

wrote about his play, in such an era, in the mood at this moment.

This is a bloody era, this is an era of high aspirations and long-term aspirations, those people with lofty ideals, running on the land of China. He is an actor, and he is naturally indispensable, with the ambition of "regretting the country once he dies, and he will also be in the river in many autumns".

"The play is folded, the water sleeves rise and fall, singing sorrows and joys, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

As soon as the camera turned, the Japanese soldiers sat down in the theater one after another, the Japanese military commander drank wine and ate meat, talked and laughed uncontrollably, and the backstage, the staff of the theater were a little trembling.

The gongs and drums sounded, the curtain opened, and the show began.

Pei Yanzhi's figure appeared on the stage.

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound silently, and the outsiders in the play are outsiders, who can say it. ”

On stage, Pei Yanzhi sang the Kunqu opera, "Peach Blossom Fan", that kind of love that doesn't know what to do, and the demeanor of going deep makes the Japanese soldiers in the audience look sluggish.

"I am used to blending joy, anger, sorrow and joy into the powder, and what about singing and wearing the lyrics, I am all white. ”

The picture flashed, and there was a scene of Pei Yanzhi talking to the theater owner.

Pei Yanzhi seemed to have made some decision, and the theater owner's face showed a surprised expression.

Immediately afterward, someone appeared from the back of the theater, transporting barrels one by one.

"In troubled times, duckweed endured to watch the beacon fire burning mountains and rivers, and the humble did not dare to forget the country, even if no one knew me. ”

On stage, Pei Yanzhi continued to dance and sing.

Offstage, the Japanese army listened fascinated.

And behind the stage, the theater owner and the theater staff exchanged glances.

Then someone picked out the barrel from the backstage and carefully splashed it on the surrounding wooden stage and window edge.

The drums were eager, the singing became more and more sad and angry, and the jackals in the audience seemed to be stunned.

"Ignition!"

Pei Yanzhi on the stage suddenly shouted loudly, as if it was thunder on the ground, which startled the Japanese soldiers in the audience.

Immediately afterward, with the help of oil all over the ground, the fire ignited instantly.

"The people in the audience walked by, but they didn't see the old colors. ”

Pei Yanzhi on the stage stood on the stage that was gradually wrapped in the fire, quietly looking at the panicked and noisy Japanese army below.

The people on the stage sang, heartbroken parting songs. Love words are difficult to ink, she sings with blood, the curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest~"

The Japanese soldiers panicked and wanted to rush out of the theater, but the surrounding windows and doors were sealed.

"You sing and I will appear, don't laugh at the wind and moon play, don't laugh at the absurdity of people, and also asked Qinghuang to sing sonorously about the rise and fall of the road, the Tao is ruthless, the Tao is affectionate, how to think about it~"

Lyrics transpose.

Pei Yanzhi on the stage still looked at the audience with cold eyes, and the Japanese soldiers were in the midst of the fire, and their ugly faces appeared.

As the fire gradually enveloped the entire theater, there was a piece of opera singing in the background.

It is Pei Yanzhi's "Peach Blossom Fan": "Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse." This moss and green tile pile, I have slept and slept in the wind and night, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years to the full......"

Bang!

Before this part was sung, the entire theater room completely collapsed.

The actor on the stage and the Japanese soldiers in the first courtyard were completely buried underneath.

The building collapsed, but the play is not over!

......

The screen of the mobile phone suddenly went black, and a line of words was typed on it: The humble did not dare to forget the country, the drama was ruthless, how could I know that the drama also had a heart.

Looking at this line of words, Alai also suddenly walked out of the music scene just now.

I only felt that the whole person, the forehead began to ooze sweat.

It's like going through a dream.