After "Qingming Riverside Picture", "Full of Stars" had no other arrangements, so he was led out of the backstage by the staff, leaving Xu Chunqiu alone.

After the opera program was arranged, when Xu Chunqiu knocked on the door of Old Man Fu's lounge, he was fiddling with the display screen in the room, and it was the song they had just sung on the screen, and Old Man Fu was watching the playback.

"This drama is beautiful," he couldn't help but praise when he heard Xu Chunqiu's singing, "It's not like a completely copied Peking Opera singing tone, but it combines some popular elements." ”

The melodies of traditional opera and pop songs are difficult to connect together seamlessly, and they will always give people a sense of dissonance that is incompatible, but Xu Chunqiu has a good balance between them, neither being buried by pop songs to become popular, nor showing the embarrassing state of high and low music.

He closed his eyes and listened, only to hear that the accompaniment was suddenly cut off, but Xu Chunqiu's voice continued, he raised his eyebrows and raised his gaze, and when he saw the clip of her saving the scene, he couldn't help but smile happily, "Yes, it's quite clever." ”

"Teacher Fu, it's almost time to dress up. ”

As he was talking, a staff member knocked politely three times on the door and reminded him through the door.

"Wujia Po" is a traditional Peking Opera repertoire, and Wang Baochuan played by Xu Chunqiu also has a fixed appearance. She painted her face, strangled her head, and when she walked out in a costume, it was completely different from the previous "Palace of Eternal Life" and "Farewell My Concubine".

The role of Wang Baochuan is a classic big green dress, and black female pleats are the most commonly used costumes. The women in Tsing Yi are decent and dignified, but most of them have a rough fate and live in poverty.

Xu Chunqiu's Tsing Yi style is very beautiful, with a kind of grace and tranquility that is not frightened, and can help me with strong winds and waves. The long pieces of hair hung down behind him, like splashing ink, lining his face like a peach blossom. There are no bright flowers on her head, no bells and whistles, the silver ingot head is plain and clean, the black skirt is matched with white water sleeves, and the character of the character who distinguishes between right and wrong, loyalty and kindness in the play is about to come out.

She put on makeup, stepped on the stage with small steps, and the moment the lights came on, she became Wang Baochuan who had been guarding the cold kiln for 18 years.

As soon as Xu Chunqiu opened his mouth like this, all the people present who knew the drama and those who didn't understand the drama all took a breath in unison.

Needless to say, Old Man Fu's play, his status in the opera industry is definitely at the level of a master, plus his age is there, but Xu Chunqiu is impressive all of a sudden.

"My father was an official in the court, and the gold and silver under the house were piled up like a mountain. How much should Benli calculate? Ordered someone to send it to Naxi Liangchuan."

Xu Chunqiu's play is really good, Hua Dan Qingyi sings lightly and skillfully, and the dantian drags that cavity with his strength, which is indescribably clear and bright.

Playing on the same stage with Mr. Fu, for a while, people couldn't tell which was better and which was inferior, and there was a feeling of being one. Coupled with Danjiaoer's own singing advantages, this long paragraph of words is tight and full of breath, and it has a faint momentum that overwhelms Old Man Fu.

"Although I don't know much about Peking Opera, I actually think that this section of the two people singing is a bit of an equal taste!"

"Professional! I didn't expect Xu Chunqiu, an idol, to be able to sing!"

"It's rare to be able to sing to this extent, it's rare to put it in the opera industry, Xu Chunqiu is twenty this year, and I haven't heard that she can sing before!"

"Absolutely!"

“......”

At the dinner table of the Su family, Susan pushed the egg custard on the table in front of the old man in the family, and the host on the TV was announcing the curtain, and then the next program was "Wujia Po" performed by Old Man Fu and Xu Chunqiu on the same stage.

"Shanshan, turn it up, grandma loves to hear this. Dad Su set up the dishes and chopsticks, looked up and said to Susan.

Su Chaodui was lying on his back on the Taishi chair, fine and dense lines crawling all over the corners of his eyes, and his vision was already a little blurry.

In the current Liyuan industry, although Fu Rucheng is the president of the Opera Association and runs a team as big as the Fu family's class, if you want to talk about seniority, Su Chaowan is the old-timer with the highest prestige, and it is not too much to say that he has witnessed the rise and fall of Peking Opera. From the era of the Republic of China, when Peking opera was popular all over the country, to the decline of war, to the change of radio, film, television, and computers from generation to generation, the rapid development of the world has left traditional art far behind.

Susan is actually not her own granddaughter, the old lady has a life span of more than ninety, she has never been married in her life, and she has no apprentices, her son is adopted, she has been fighting since she was a child, and she is bent on making money to honor her, but she doesn't have much talent in opera, but she has made a lot of money in business, and Su Chaodui's skills have not been passed on.

"What is this singing about?" Su Chaodui turned her head and asked Susan, the image on the TV was shaking too fast, and she didn't see it clearly.

"Grandma, it's "Wujia Poe". ”

The story of Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan is a classic old play.

"Oh...... "Wujia Po", "Wujia Po" is a good show......" she muttered and asked again, "Whose Xue Pinggui is it?"

"It's Old Man Fu. ”

Su Chaowan raised his eyelids slightly, "Oh, Fu Rucheng, he sings okay." ”

Susan didn't dare to answer, just ate with her head bored.

What is the status of Mr. Fu, a leading figure in the opera industry, looking at the entire Liyuan line, I am afraid that only Su Chaowan can call Fu Rucheng's name, and then critically judge "It's okay".

"Whose Wang Baochuan?" she asked again.

Susan hadn't listened carefully, and now she was squinting at the TV.

I saw three words written on the screen, and when she looked at it, she was a little unsure, "Xu ...... Xu Chunqiu?"

Isn't she an idol?

The name "Xu Chunqiu" is not very common, Susan clearly remembers that this name is the artist he threatened to cover when he failed on a blind date with Lu Xiu, and it is also her little sister Ji Yue, who has been almost crazy about throwing a lot of money these days.

"What's the matter, Sansa has heard of her?" Father Su asked casually.

"Sort of, a female star who debuted in the draft some time ago. ”

"I didn't expect celebrities to be so good at singing now. Dad Su couldn't help but sigh.

I only heard Xu Chunqiu's singing voice on TV, a clear and good voice, and a clear and transparent glass cui.

When Su Chaodui heard this, his expression perked up, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Her eyes are old, and her gaze can't be gathered in one place, but they are still bright and scary, "called...... What's it called, you say it again?"

"Xu Chunqiu. ”

With a crisp sound, a blue and white porcelain bowl fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over the ground.

Su Chaodui stared at the blurry shadow on the TV, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Senior sister, is that you?