"Now that everyone agrees on the solution, let's get started. ”

On weekdays, the reporters who chase after people like locusts and ask questions are now as quiet as chickens, you look at me, I look at you, and no one speaks.

There was silence in the theater garden.

Du Zigui lifted the curtain on the side platform, and looked at the media reporters who were still rampant just now, sitting down and looking up at Xu Chunqiu, and he didn't dare to make a look, and he couldn't help but be a little funny.

Xu Chunqiu paced two steps on the stage and was the first to break the silence.

"Since no one is asking, let me say it first. ”

As if she had long expected what they wanted to ask, she said calmly: "First of all, why is it that our Qianqiu Theater is open for business after only one day of theater after only one day of play. ”

Xu Chunqiu guessed what the reporters were thinking, and the people in the audience sat up straight, their eyes locked on her alone.

"I have to make it clear here that we don't have any form of nepotism with any of the administrations," she continued, after a pause, "and there are probably two reasons why the authorities are so efficient. ”

"One reason is because of the attention paid to this matter," she said meaningfully, as she looked around, "there are too many pairs of eyes staring at me, and also at the Qianqiu Theater." ”

The reporters seem to be a little weak-hearted, and they are one of those many eyes and ears.

Xu Chunqiu didn't embarrass them for too long, but continued at his own pace: "Another reason is because Qianqiu Theater doesn't actually provide erotic services. ”

"That "Zhan Wan City" did have a certain adverse impact, and the theater has already paid a fine for it. ”

"In the future, we will put Nie Fuqian and her team on the blacklist of the theater, and conduct strict content review of the theater troupe performing in the venue. ”

"I don't know how to deal with it, are you still satisfied?"

Xu Chunqiu lowered his gaze slightly, scanning the countless swarthy shots facing her in the audience.

A reporter in the back row swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was the first to raise his hand with some nervousness.

Xu Chunqiu stretched out his hand: "The reporter friend in the back row, please speak." ”

"May I ask Mr. Fu about the popularity and popularity of Peking Opera, have you heard of it?"

Xu Chunqiu bowed slightly, indicating acquiescence.

She recalled the video she saw in Liang Xiao's office, where Old Man Fu was bent on his back, and the little bit of hope in his eyes disappeared, and he began to hesitate.

- Sometimes I wonder if it's best if this art doesn't go viral.

I would rather have it extinct than be defiled by men.

He knows better than anyone the sadness and despair behind the words "high and low", and how many Peking Opera people who have worked hard to train their skills since childhood are forced to make a living and have no choice but to change careers.

But at this moment, he still said the argument that "it is better to have less than to overuse".

This is not self-esteem, let alone arrogance, but a helplessness at the end of the road.

Xu Chunqiu pulled back his thoughts and looked directly at the reporter who asked the question.

I saw him look down and flip through the notebook in his hand, and continued: "Then what do you think?"

"What do you think about the integration of Peking Opera with pop culture?"

At that moment, Xu Chunqiu felt as if he had returned to the antique shop in Liulichang Hutong, with a room full of antique toys behind him, and Xu Laogao, who was holding an enamel colored snuff bottle in his hand, asked her inscrutable how to choose between 'Yangchun Baixue' and 'mixed fish and dragons'.

I saw Xu Chunqiu smile slightly, she didn't answer his question directly, but provoked another conversation: "When I first started participating in the draft, I didn't have any fame, I didn't have many fans, and my fan circle was very small. ”

"There is only one support station that follows the photo, and there are almost no illegitimate children and black fans in sight. ”

The reporter who stood up to ask a question didn't know why Xu Chunqiu suddenly turned the question and talked about his experience without asking.

"Miss Xu, I think you may not have heard my question clearly, my question just now was ......"

Xu Chunqiu interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I heard clearly." ”

"What I want to say is that in fact, no matter which circle you are in, whether it is in the pear orchard or the entertainment industry, it is essentially the same. ”

The horns that sing red are sought after by thousands of people, and the horns that are not popular are not cared for, the seats are scrambling for tickets, the capital is carnival, and the current entertainment industry is actually no different from the pear orchard line of the Republic of China decades ago.

When the circle was small, it was bleak and lonely, but it was clean and warm.

But once it became popular, with the continuous expansion of the circle itself, more and more people began to try to understand this art, but at the same time that the traffic and attention rose sharply, the performers and appreciators began to become uneven, and what kind of demons and monsters poured in, and the most important thing is that the people who were originally in the circle began to be impetuous, and people's hearts were scattered.

One is the noble purity of the end of the road, and the other is the hidden dirt and dirt under the general trend.

If that's the price you have to pay to become popular, then how do you choose?

Xu Chunqiu took a deep breath and said with a smile: "As you can see, I made my debut in "National Idol", playing songs, shooting commercials, appearing in variety shows, and making movies, I have become more and more famous, and more and more people have paid attention to me. ”

"But at the same time, I ushered in the pervasive cameras, the illegitimate meals that I could never avoid, the marketing accounts that fabricated the facts and called the white black, and the black fans who insulted my personality with the most vicious words anytime and anywhere. ”

"Being an artist may be like this, the pity of spotlights and flashing lights is not for nothing, but at the expense of youth, time, personal privacy and private space. ”

"But if I had to choose again, I still want to be as famous as I am now, instead of just entertaining myself. ”

"Self-amusement in the coterie is certainly beautiful, clean and pure, free from all malicious slander and foul language. ”

"But which celebrity hasn't been scolded bloodily?"

"When you start to become famous, and more and more people start to try to understand you, maybe ten out of a hundred people are speaking ill of you and hurting you in every possible way, are you ignoring that there are more people besides them who like you and support you?"

"Would you give up 90 percent of your love because of this 10 percent hurt?"