Less than four hours have passed since the announcement of the "Visiting Interview".

However, on Weibo Chaohua, the discussion about Li Shixin's interview video has accumulated more than 3,000 posts!

Although Xinye does not have the title of this expert or master, but based on this understanding of the current situation of Peking Opera, I don't know if others are convinced, anyway, I am convinced!"

A ticket holder who has loved Peking Opera for ten years has only become a fan of Xinye since "Ling". It can only be said that compared with so many so-called masters and experts at present, Xinye is thorough and open-minded! Peking Opera is something that has been eliminated by the times, and if you really want to make Peking Opera good, let Peking Opera go down the altar and return to the people. Instead of saying that I am the quintessence of the country every day! There are more and more eye-catching artists like Xin Ye, and more and more Peking Opera-related works like "Ling", so that I can have the motivation to follow and follow Peking Opera for another ten years!"

"In the past two days, I have seen a lot of remarks about the decline of Peking Opera, and each family has its own rhetoric. But what Xinye said today, I think it gets to the point. There are always some people in the industry who like to use big hats to buckle people, saying that contemporary young people don't know how to appreciate, and what social impetuousness and the like. But these people never thought that Peking Opera was already out of place.

If we want to accept it, we need to become what we like - just like "Ling" and a few of Xinye's Peking Opera fusion pop songs. As an audience, we have no responsibility to change our three views and aesthetics, and to cater to one thing!

In today's interview with Xin Ye, the three views are really coming to me! Just because the old man can so soberly and profoundly understand the shortcomings of contemporary Peking Opera, not resist the banner of rejuvenation to make a name for himself, and still do things that can really make people who have never heard of Peking Opera have a good impression of Peking Opera....... What are those things in the Peking Opera Association?!"

"If Peking Opera can't change and can't go into the lives of contemporary audiences, it's a dead thing! If I can have this insight, and I can come up with new forms such as "Ling", "Ten Years in the World" and "February Red Memories", I would like to believe in Ye as the first person in contemporary Peking Opera!"

"It's hard. The uncomfortable point is that I saw it this morning when several Peking Opera OSTs of "Ling" were released. But I felt that the content was boring, so I didn't finish reading it. I just looked at it, and compared to the two song OSTs, today's playback volume is less than one-tenth.

In the interview, Xin Ye said very indifferently about Peking Opera, but I believe that as an old artist who has been immersed in Peking Opera for so many years, his heart should be sad when he says these words. Among the people he said kept the same color, there may be himself. Don't talk about it, go get today's OST to show my grandma now!"

"From now on, the powder will turn to an iron fan! silently support, I only hope that the letter will be benevolent!"

Drip!

Gain Bravo points, 343218 points!

On the set, as the mobile phone that was bombarded with information for an afternoon and finally ran out of power automatically turned off, Li Shixin's ears sounded a soft sound of the system.

Thinking back to the posts that were pouring out of Weibo's super talk, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

"Elder Li, three scenes were rushed out today, if it goes well, the kung fu feature film will be completed tomorrow morning. ”

Just when Li Shixin was thinking about whether he should operate a wave and push the Peking Opera Association, which had been loading ostriches, into the sea, a greeting sounded behind him.

Seeing Liu Wenqiang, who was hot and sweaty, Li Shixin nodded.

"Then bother Director Liu, and cut out the finished film directly after filming tomorrow morning. Strive to post the finale part the night after tomorrow. ”

"It's only Thursday tomorrow, Mr. Li, didn't you say that the end of the release was made on Friday?"

Hearing Li Shixin's explanation, Liu Wenqiang frowned.

Glancing at the doubts on the young man's face, Li Shixin patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Director Liu, you have been on CCTV for a long time." I don't understand the mentality of the Internet audience, what is the temper of netizens? It is also untrustworthy, it was originally scheduled to update two episodes, but if you update one episode, they will rebel and revolt. But if you update two episodes and you update three episodes together, they will climax on the spot! In the same way, if you are scheduled to update on Friday, but it is delayed on Saturday, many people will scold you for delaying the update. But as soon as you change it on Thursday, they feel like they've picked up a hundred bucks down the aisle!"

"Uh...... If it is placed on CCTV, such an early relaxation can properly broadcast the accident. Mr. Li, what is the truth of this?"

Looking at Li Shixin's portrait of a puzzle on his face, Liu Wenqiang scratched the back of his head.

What is the truth?

Metaphysical truth!

The guy smashed, and it was too tender.

There are so many routines that need to be learned!

patted Liu Wenqiang on the shoulder, Li Shixin raised his hand, and walked towards the hotel with a smile.

Just when Li Shixin's mobile phone was turned off and cut off from the network, he rarely enjoyed the joy of calling it a day before the sun set. His previous interview also touched netizens.

Beijing, Tongzhou District.

A small storm is being staged in an ordinary family.

"What am I calming down?!What are you doing here?!I took a rag and took a basin and wiped it on my car, and you look at the paint surface! It's all small scratches, and the sun shines in circles. I didn't have time to wear the clothes on my newly bought car!"

Downstairs in the community, watching the eldest daughter of the Cheng family screaming in distress around a new car with red cloth strips tied to the wheels, the surrounding neighbors let out bursts of snickering.

The one who jumped was the eldest daughter of the Cheng family.

As a local native, the old house of the Cheng family was occupied. The developer has added a four-bedroom, one-unit garage.

A large family moved from the small second floor where they had lived for decades to a new home with land compensation.

Life is good, and the younger generations are also out of breath.

No, the eldest daughter, who had just graduated from college and joined the workforce, asked for 100,000 yuan from the family and paid a down payment to buy a new car. Prepare to pack up the garage where you store your miscellaneous items and park your car later.

But I didn't want to, the garage, which was slowly stuffed with old things, had not been cleaned up, and there was a mess - when the new car was brought back, it passed by a section of construction road, and the brand new car was stained with a lot of mud and water.

The old man of the Cheng family, who was originally cleaning up the garage, took a clean rag and made a basin of clean water when his granddaughter was talking about the process of picking up the car in the neighborhood, and wiped the car neatly.

The small pebbles that were invisible to the naked eye were wrapped in a clean rag, and under the old man's trembling movements, they added a small circle of light to the car that could be seen by the sun flickering.

After the eldest granddaughter of Xiti's car saw it, the whole person exploded.

Seeing his daughter playing a donkey in front of the neighbors regardless of her face, and then looking at the old father who was standing behind the person with the tool of the crime, that is, the white rag, and secretly looked at it with his neck bent, the head of the family, Lao Cheng, let out a long sigh.

Look, what's going on?

After thinking about it, he glared at his daughter.

"You're done! Don't say that your grandfather was kind enough to wipe your car when it was dirty. Even if your grandfather gave you a pestle with a stick, what else would you do?! That's your grandfather, bastard!"

Lao Cheng's angry roar made the eldest daughter's arrogance subside a little. But looking at the new car in the sun, the paint is painted in circles, and the resentment has not subsided.

"When you're old, don't worry about so many idle things! You can go to yo-yo and play chess every day, and you don't have to worry about salty radishes!"

muttered loudly on purpose, and the eldest daughter turned around and got into the car.

With the roar of the engine, the brand-new little black Audi was gone.

The protagonist of the dispute is gone, and the spectators who persuade people to do good or gloat are scattered.

The man is gone, and he is clean. But the remaining seven members of the Cheng family looked at the old man with layers of wrinkles on his face, and the skeleton was tall but thin like a skeleton, but they all sighed in unison.

Grandpa is getting older.

Eighty-year-olds, their brains have begun to inevitably get confused.

But on the contrary, the old man is still an idle person. Not very flexible brains, seriously outdated thinking, and the small problems of caring for the family's nosy affairs, have added a lot of trouble to the family in the past two years.

For example, leftovers are not allowed to be thrown away, and as a result, they are left in the kitchen to emit a rancid smell. For example, picking up old clothes that have been thrown away at home from the garbage heap, and causing swarms of flies in the summer. For example, when he thought that no one was using electricity, he turned off the electric switch at home, delayed his grandson's promotion and lost the qualifying match, and failed to successfully break away from the bronze ......

The little things are the most depleting.

One unpleasant little thing after another, gradually made grandpa the most unpopular and marginal one in the family.

When he reached middle age, Lao Cheng became his father's guardian - worrying every day about what kind of mess his baby father was going to do.

Now that things are over, the old father, who is still shrinking his neck, sighs.

"Dad, Da Ling is already small-minded and hot-tempered, who are you messing with, why are you moving her things......?

Facing his granddaughter, the old man was submissive. But VS son, the old man instantly punched hard!

"Roll the calves!"

The father who was stalked by the neck shouted, and Lao Cheng shrank his neck and took his wife into the house.

Outside the garage full of miscellaneous items, there were only Mr. Cheng and his grandson Xiao Xiaocheng, who had just finished the college entrance examination.

"Grandpa, I'll support you!"

Carrying his mobile phone, Xiao Xiaocheng looked up and whispered.

"Asking for money from her family to buy a car is not her own ability. Look, Grandpa, come back to her, you brush her with a steel wool!"

The support of the old grandson made Mr. Cheng feel a lot more comfortable.

He straightened up and snorted.

"When I didn't give birth to your father, Lao Tzu saved up two years' salary to buy a big permanent, but he was much more energetic than her! At that time, I took your grandmother to the theater together, and I turned my head to brush it! The car was shiny with oil! Lao Tzu wiped it with a rag every day and didn't see any scratches. A German devil's broken car, what's the spirit?"

Muttering for a while to where his granddaughter was standing just now, the old man snickered at his grandson and went into the garage.

Looking at the garage, a box pressed by a pile of old clothes, the old man blinked.

Call.

Blowing away the thick layer of dust from above, he lifted the lid of the box.

Side.

"If I have any expectations for this show, it may be to give comfort to these people who have spent their years but keep the old colors......

Peking Opera has been eliminated by the times, but it has also been brilliant, just like these people, they have also been young and alive with the glory of Peking Opera.

So I really hope that my friends who like the drama "Ling" can watch it with them in front of the elderly people who are old at home and like Peking Opera. ”

In his grandson's mobile phone, Li Shixin's magnetic voice came.

Thinking of what the old man said just now about going to the theater with his grandmother when he was young, the grandson withdrew his eyes from his mobile phone and raised his head.

"Huh, grandpa. ”

Looking at the old man in the garage, holding an old photo album, Xiao Xiaocheng blinked.

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