Because of the relationship between the film and television base, the cultural industry in Rongdian is actually relatively perfect, but this perfection depends on where it is compared - it is not very comparable with places like Beijing.

After all, there is still a gap between a city built on the basis of industry and an ancient capital that is hundreds of years old in terms of cultural heritage.

Peking Opera is rarely seen in Rongdian, and it is rare for a group of old fans to see anything in the opera garden, so they immediately visited the opera garden as a tourist project.

Watching a group of old fans move freely, Zhao Jinzhi stood thoughtfully in front of the stage, Li Shixin raised his eyebrows and walked forward.

"Xiao Zhao, I remember you said, you used to be in the pear orchard, right?"

The sudden sound brought Zhao Jinzhi's thoughts back.

looked at Li Shixin beside him and smiled.

"If I hadn't been in this garden today, I would have forgotten about it. Looking at the stage that was not lit and looked a little dark, Zhao Jinzhi smiled and shook her head, "Counting, I haven't touched the stage for more than 20 years." ”

Li Shixin nodded, and asked with a smile: "Do you still have contact with those former colleagues over the years?"

"There have been a few times. Zhao Jinzhi blinked and said helplessly: "After the business was completed, the old leaders of the previous unit looked for me a few times. ”

"What's the matter, I can't bear your role and want you to go back to singing?"

"What. ”

Zhao Jinzhi smiled and shook her head;

"In today's industry, in addition to Yu, Yan, Gao, Ma, Mei, Shang, Cheng, Xun and other genres, what other corners are there? When I first joined the work, the theater was still a little profitable to do tours and so on, but in recent years, except for some apportionments from TV stations and cultural outlets, there have been basically no performance tasks. Even the theater's quyi academy can't recruit children, if it weren't for the country's current support policies, this industry is estimated to be a few decades away, and it will be almost out of date. ”

Feeling the faint melancholy between Zhao Jinzhi's words, Li Shixin nodded silently.

The system dream skill said that [about to be broken], I'm afraid it also has this meaning in it.

Peking Opera is known to the world as the quintessence of the country. However, like many excellent traditional cultures, under the current wave of the Internet, which has a variety of entertainment methods, it also encounters the dilemma of audience loss and lack of successors.

If no one appreciates a great art and inherits it, no matter how precious it is, it will slowly disappear into time and become a memory of history.

Regardless of the cultural situation, there is no market without traffic, and there is no prosperity without a market.

This is not only the dilemma faced by Peking Opera, but the dilemma that all opera arts are facing at present.

After all, times have changed.

Dramatic arts, including Peking Opera, were once obsessed with the whole people, but in fact, they also had the color of popular culture. In a fast-paced society, Peking Opera is too "difficult" to listen to, because it is too slow to sing, and a word can be sung for tens of seconds or even minutes, so it is difficult to listen.

The stories told by Peking Opera are often relatively simple in plot. What's worse is that it's not like movies and TV series, with a steady stream of new works appearing.

Therefore, the decline of Peking Opera is not anyone's fault, it is a choice of the times.

In front of the dark stage, in the silence of Zhao Jinzhi, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

......

After notifying the ticket holders of the opera garden to gather, Sun Liancheng kicked his son to the vegetable market together.

Before the old man opened the theater, he worked as a cook in a state-run hotel, and when he was happy, he had to show his skills and entertain everyone in the backyard of the theater.

Li Shixin was busy with CCTV programs during this time, and he didn't invite old fans to a meal seriously. The only time the old fans had a dinner party after they arrived in the capital was a guest invited by Zhao Jinzhi.

Li Shixin, who was going to bleed tonight, followed Sun Liancheng to the vegetable market.

After a busy afternoon, I came back from a walk, and the sun was already setting in the west.

Just as Li Shixin was thinking about helping the cook, there was a burst of chattering at the entrance of the theater mixed with the sound of crutches.

Sun Liancheng, who was squatting in the courtyard and picking vegetables, immediately stood up as soon as he saw people.

"Yo, here, why are you so slow today?"

Seeing a group of old people standing at the gate of the theater, Li Shixin, who was picking vegetables, also stood up.

Before, Sun Liancheng said that he was going to gather ticket holders from the theater, but he was afraid that this group would be it.

The group of old people at the door don't look young, just from the appearance, I'm afraid that the average age is so much higher than the fan group.

Seeing Sun Liancheng, an old man led by him stepped forward tremblingly.

The old man's frame had been deformed, and the tall man had fallen into disarray. The eye sockets on the emaciated face are deep-set, and the age spots on the face are as mottled as the city walls that have fallen into disrepair.

Tremblingly, he raised his hand and grabbed the arm of Sun Liancheng who was coming over, the old man moved his lips and said, "Little Sun, is there something wrong with calling us over on Wednesday?" isn't it...... Can't stand it?"

The question of splitting his head and covering his face made Sun Liancheng stunned, "Sixth master......"

The old man, known as the Sixth Master, waved his hand, and with the hand that was not holding a cane, he beckoned to his companion behind him.

Behind him, an old man, who was not much younger, trembled and took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it over.

"It's been more than four years, and there are only a dozen of us old guys listening to the play, and the old brothers can't stand it anymore. Our brother scraped together a little money, not much...... You take it. If you can persevere, then... If you insist on it, after listening to the drama for decades, your garden is the last place. If this place is gone, our old brother will have to listen to the radio at home in the future......"

Looking at the newspaper bag handed over by the old man, Sun Liancheng couldn't cry or laugh.

"Sixth Master, where did you hear the rumors? My Sun Liancheng can't afford anything else, and it's not easy to set up a drama garden? You should quickly get this money back, I didn't call you here today to break up the gang, but to inform you that our opera garden is going to be expanded! In addition to Peking Opera, I also have to do drama! I have also found a ruthless corner for you!"

Sun Liancheng's explanation obviously did not convince a group of old people.

The sixth master waved his hand and sighed, "Little grandson, don't fool us." We all heard about it when we first came, and you quarreled with the children again because of the garden, right?"

As he spoke, the old man couldn't help but stuff the newspaper bag into Sun Liancheng's arms.

"It's been four years, it's not easy for you! Our 608 annual ticket is not worth the tea you offer. Little grandson, I have lived all my life, and I have no other preferences, so I love Peking Opera. This thing handed down by our ancestors cannot be broken. At the very least, we can't watch it break while we're still alive. ”

In the mess of Sun Liancheng, the old man opened the newspaper bag tremblingly.

Seeing the things inside, Sun Liancheng's eyes turned red as soon as he "brushed".

In the paper bag, there are four piles of tickets that are not very regular - new and old, red and green.

"Sixth master, everyone......"

Looking at the money that everyone had put together, Sun Liancheng choked up.

"I can't take this money. ”

Just as he was talking, Li Shixin, who had been observing for a long time, stepped forward and took the paper bag in Sun Liancheng's hand.

In Sun Liancheng's doubts, he stood in front of a group of old men and bowed slightly.

"Who is this?"

Seeing Li Shixin making decisions for Sun Liancheng with such a raw face, a group of old people were stunned.

"Ah," Sun Liancheng hurriedly turned to the side and introduced, "Everyone, this is the true inheritance of my grandmother and sister, and my uncle! That is, what I just told you, the new partner of our theater." ”

Under the scrutiny of the old men, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your support to the theater, we will accept this money! I dare not guarantee anything else, but I promise you this money. As long as you are still alive, this theater will continue to be open!"

In the face of Li Shixin's categorical assurance, a group of old people who were still worried just now breathed a sigh of relief.

"With your words, it's all right!"

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