At the same time, Fu Jialou.

"No, no, no, still no!" The old gentleman who played the piano pointed at Fu Nanxun and blew his beard and glared, "What are you pulling this fast bow, vague, and your voice is dry and deflated." ”

Fu Nanxun knew for the first time that adjectives like "dry" and "deflated" could also be used to describe sounds, so he stopped what he was doing and put down the bow casually.

"You grew up watching me grow up, why did you go astray now, is your heart on this!"

The old gentleman flicked his sleeves and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Fu Nanxun put down the piano, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were stunned. The sonorous gongs and drums in the theater garden are mixed with the sound of babbling and practicing his voice, and the red walls and green tiles are circled, which is like two completely different worlds from his previous life under the camera and the spotlight for a long time.

"Nanxun, Nanxun?" a violinist who was about his age next to him came back from outside with a bag, "I just went out to buy water, what do you want to drink?"

He opened the plastic bag, which contained a bag of bells and whistles.

Fu Nanxun's thoughts were pulled back by his voice, and he slowed down for half a beat in a trance, and then said, "...... Water on the line, thank you. ”

He took the water, and the package on the mineral water bottle still had his face printed on it, and the advertisement he had signed before had not yet expired.

The self on the package is holding a microphone with a smile in his eyes.

Those days on the stage were like the next day.

Fu Nanxun tore off the package on the mineral water bottle with some irritability, clutched it in his hand indiscriminately, and then held the bare bottle and poured it down violently, his throat sliding.

......

The black Maybach stopped, and Secretary Yu led Xu Chunqiu to the second floor, and Old Man Fu was waiting for her in the box.

"Sit down. ”

The waiter pulled out a chair for her, then quickly closed the door and exited, leaving the space alone for the two of them.

Old Man Fu scalded the kettle with hot water, and then the hanging pot was high, and the boiling water rushed in, and the curled tea leaves turned and stretched.

"I recently got another cake of good tea, Icelandic Pu'er, so I'll let Xiao bring you over to drink tea with me. ”

He gently scraped off the floating foam with the lid of the ou, and then poured the tea into the teacups side by side in turn, and pushed it to the opposite side.

Xu Chunqiu silently took it and sniffed, waiting for his later text.

"I've heard that he picked you up from the south side of the city. ”

The southeast direction is downwind and watery, so the housing prices in the south of the city are low, and many theater troupes that can't get along are barely surviving in that area.

Xu Chunqiu nodded: "After recording the show today, I couldn't bear to see the guest who was recording with me wearing a long shirt to crowd the bus, so I took him back, and he took me into the courtyard of their troupe to have a look." ”

"How?"

"The conditions are not very optimistic," Xu Chunqiu lowered his head and took a shallow sip, and then said sincerely, "It's far worse than Fu Jialou, one in the sky and one underground." ”

But Old Man Fu sighed.

"Since Nan Xun went home, there are always people who don't know what way to find the theater, clamoring to see him, and if they don't let him in, they will splash at the door, and they won't leave no matter what they say. ”

The young girls held Fu Nanxun's hand, and came up with a vigorous attitude and scolded Fu Jialou for cutting off their brother's way in the entertainment industry, saying a sentence of ten sentences, and then just crying, all young girls have no way to do it, it's like sticking some dog skin plaster.

"I don't understand, it's all acting, how can it be more expensive than gold on the stage in front of the camera?" Old Man Fu took a sip of tea, but his anger was a little unsmooth, "He is back now, but his soul seems to have been lost." ”

"What kind of dye vat is the entertainment industry, which has washed away all his spirit. ”

"Then have you considered letting him go back?" asked Xu Chunqiu coldly.

"Go back, where are you going?" Old Man Fu thought it was funny to ask, "His roots are rooted in the opera garden." ”

But his branches and leaves grew all the way to the sun, and he saw many landscapes.

Xu Chunqiu knows too well the feeling of going from being full of people to being nameless, and the corner that is popular all over the Nine Cities suddenly lost his voice and became a waste that no one knows, and the sense of gap at that moment was like a hole in his heart.

If you've ever tried to fly, you'll look up at the stars when you walk, because that's where you've been and where you've longed to go. He may just miss the feeling of being in the center of the camera, standing on the stage.

After a while, Xu Chunqiu finally spoke: "The entertainment industry and the pear orchard line, do you have to choose one of the two?"

Old Man Fu's hand raised his glass trembled slightly, and the white porcelain cup slipped around the tiger's mouth, he remembered that when Fu Nanxun left home a few years ago, he roared heartbreakingly, and then he slammed into the door with a "bang", dragging his luggage to be an idol in the spotlight.

"Impetuous," he frowned, his voice sank, "Since you have chosen the pear orchard line, you must endure the high and low of the song, and you must be able to keep the loneliness that no one cares about." ”

But Xu Chunqiu said: "Peking Opera will not always be trapped like this, the high and low music is just the status quo, and one day there will be a breakthrough to open up the situation." ”

Old Man Fu was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled, the smile was full of furrows, looking old and helpless: "Times have changed, there are many people, they may not like Peking Opera for the rest of their lives." ”

Xiang Rong said this, Old Man Fu said this, and everyone in the circle said so, but Xu Chunqiu didn't believe in this evil.

"The cumulative number of views of the final episode of "Returning to the Garden" is 1.5 billion. ”

Old Man Fu cast a puzzled look at him, but Xu Chunqiu still said to himself, answering the question.

"The single episode of "Pondering Like Grinding" Fu Jialou has been played more than 300 million, several times that of the same period. ”

The replay of the New Year's Eve party "Wujia Po" exceeded 10 million within three days, ranking third among all New Year's Eve programs on Yanjing Satellite TV. ”

She reported this beautiful data in a flat tone, as if to say, look, it's not as bad as you think, there are so many people, they are all paying attention to Peking Opera.

But Old Man Fu couldn't listen to it anymore.

"Do you really think it's because people are starting to embrace this art?" he interrupted Xu Chunqiu, "You actually know better than anyone else in your heart." ”

Yes, of course she knows.

The experience of recording "Please Give Me a Song" is still vivid, if everything is really as she said, why did Du Zigui, who sang the same drama as her, fail to challenge?