The opening song was introduced without a pre-host, and the names of the performers and songs slowly appeared on the LED screen at the top of the venue.

"Dissatisfied".

The piano accompaniment of background music poured out, the stage lights lit up little by little, and the audience applauded thunderously, shouts and cheers mingled.

"It's really singing and not singing, I'll just say, it's impossible for Yanjing Satellite TV to choose such a niche program at the beginning!"

"Why did Xu Chunqiu bring a Peking Opera actor to the stage to sing pop songs?"

"Look at Weibo, Xu Chunqiu seems to have just posted a new Weibo ......"

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On the stage, Xu Chunqiu and Du Zigui stood one after the other, with a thin screen in between.

The light behind the screen was shining, and Du Zigui's figure was clearly cast on the screen, with a slender and charming shadow on one side, as if they were acting in a shadow puppet show.

Xu Chunqiu stood in front of the screen in a long robe, her white clothes fluttering, her black hair like a waterfall, she sang eloquently like a narrator who was out of the way.

"Life is a dream, an unsolvable mystery"

"When will I wake up from my dream, but I will be enlightened in reality."

"There are too many dilemmas that have stuck in the mud"

"How many have fallen into the storm of their hearts"

Du Zigui stood behind the screen, he couldn't see the audience, and the audience couldn't see him.

The beads on his head were so heavy that he was almost out of breath.

Then he realized that no, it was not the weight of the head, but the attention and expectation that swept from all angles.

Although there was a screen in front of him, the sound in the audience was like a mountain roaring tsunami, coming from every corner, and the spirit of a moment almost swallowed him. His palms were full of sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe them, and although he couldn't see the audience, his silhouette was cast on the screen, and everyone could see his shadow.

He heard Xu Chunqiu's voice stable and clear, his breath was even and abundant, and he didn't even tremble.

It turns out that this is the stage she has been facing.

At that moment, Du Zigui was suddenly very glad that Xu Chunqiu arranged a silhouette for him in the stage design.

Just as he was thinking, a progressive RAP singing section suddenly rose, and in a place that no one could see, his hand hidden under the sleeve of the costume quietly retracted and unconsciously clenched it.

"Struggling to talk to myself, struggling to be hysterical"

"How many people are struggling, slowly stepping on the top of other people's heads"

"All for their own purposes, quick success, quick profit"

"I adjust my breathing, this fear is cold to my back"

Unconsciously, his thoughts seemed to drift into the distance with Xu Chunqiu's melody.

He remembered that when Nie Fuqian returned to the opera garden with "Lao Tie" and "666" with her mouth closed, what was Peking Opera to her?

The little disciples of the Fu family class came up diligently, and they crowded around her one by one, shouting "Little Senior Sister Nie" one by one, trying to compete for a spot in her camera.

Du Zigui stood alone on the side, watching coldly from afar, he felt that his persistence over the years was like a joke.

How much he once hoped that Peking Opera would become popular and enter the field of vision of more people.

And he did wait, Xu Chunqiu's "Jin Se" became a popular Peking Opera IP, and she pushed this still niche circle to the public's eyes for the first time.

But at the same time, it was the disintegration and quick success of the opera garden, and as soon as Peking Opera gained a little popularity, some people began to rush for quick success.

Sometimes he can't help but think, if Peking Opera is still silent, will all this not happen?

Is it the fate of Peking Opera that the spring and white snow, the high and the low are the destined fate of Peking Opera?

"I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just afraid that I'm a little lonely."

"I'm not jealous, even if you laugh at me for being confused."

"I don't know how hard I work, I'm willing to pay."

"Just keep on the way to where you came."

He sang in the glass cabinet of the commercial center, and was treated like a monkey like a plaything, and he did not hesitate to sing at the expense of his voice.

He is afraid of loneliness, afraid that Peking Opera will be lonely forever, and no one will give him a second look.

He is also afraid of excitement, afraid that the false prosperity will make people lose their original intentions, and the flowers are gradually becoming charming, and there are fewer and fewer people in the opera garden who are willing to sing in a down-to-earth and serious manner.

But he was not afraid of losing.

Yes, Xu Chunqiu was not wrong at all, he just didn't accept it.

Little by little, the singing section of RAP approaches the climax, transitioning to the vocal part of the chorus.

The rhythm of the drums and the crisp words were spitting, and he heard the momentum of the landslide in front of him, like an exploding cannonball, with a bang, along with his unwillingness and persistence.

"Where is the way back, let me be proud"

"I'm not going to cry anyway, I just want to be remembered."

"I will never be satisfied, and I will gamble with this life"

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of losing, I use the talent given by my parents."

Xu Chunqiu's voice paused for a moment, and the accompanying piano sound was silent for a moment, and she sang the last two words of the chorus-

"Dissatisfied"

At the same time, she reflexively slammed a neat palm knife and struck it firmly and fiercely on the thin screen, and the translucent tissue paper broke in response, and Du Zigui walked out of it.

The phoenix crown, cloud shoulders, wide sleeves, wide body, and full of pearls and emeralds, almost like a fairy-like figure walked out of the picture scroll, and between the smiles and smiles, it was a completely different charm from Xu Chunqiu.

He only felt as if he was immersed in the lyrics that Xu Chunqiu had just sung, forgetting all the nervousness and discomfort, and he felt as if his blood was boiling together.

Du Zigui took a deep breath and blurted out a light chant.

The middle accompaniment paragraph was originally supposed to be the singing voice of the opera, but Xu Chunqiu changed this paragraph to the opera tone.

There are no lines, just a tactful chant. Traditional and modern art collided and coexisted in a subtle state, and the atmosphere of the audience was pushed to the highest point.

"Absolutely, really absolutely, when that Hua Dan came out of the screen, it was like a puppet in a shadow puppet show jumping out of the curtain!"

"Is that what they said about Du Zigui? I remember that he was a man!"

"It's a man, it's just a female role, a man!"

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's beauty beyond gender, what kind of fairy is this, I can do it again!"

"Looking at it this way, Xu Chunqiu's song selection is a bit interesting. ”

"Last year was "Celebration Wine", and this year is "Dissatisfied", Xu Chunqiu's selection of songs every New Year's Eve seems to have a bit of special intentions......"

"What kind of beautiful voice is this, the art left by the ancestors, ahhh......h

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