Zhang Haowen's play made Cheng Qiaoyi almost stunned there.

In Peking Opera, the emphasis is on the inheritance of teachers, which is a well-known thing.

Li Shaokui, the famous actor of Lao Dan back then, was already a frequent guest on the stage before he played Lao Dan, he was good at Hebei Bangzi and Peking Opera veterans, and he was famous in that area. However, after he studied Lao Dan with Lu Wu, the pianist of Gong Yunfu, even if he learned really well, he was not officially qualified to perform Lao Dan on stage. In order to officially perform as Lao Dan, he worshiped another Lao Dan master.

This kind of master is known as "Daoist Master" in the opera world.

With the passage of time, the sun and the moon turned, and many customs in the pear orchard were gradually weakened. Although the current Peking Opera industry does not pay as much attention to these things as before, there are still a lot of residues.

Cheng Qiaoyi asked himself, I haven't heard of it, except for the "Yan School", which other ticket holder dares to accept apprentices to sing.

Zhang Haowen couldn't help laughing when he looked at Cheng Qiaoyi's eyes.

"What are you struggling with?" Zhang Haowen raised an eyebrow.

"I ......" Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know what to say about this question.

Looking at his tangled look, the smile on Zhang Haowen's face became stronger, and he couldn't help but explain: "Although I am not engaged in this industry now, I am a descendant of Peking Opera. ”

He saw Cheng Qiaoyi's doubts and continued: "My father is also a singer, I worshiped under his door when I was a child, and I studied for a few years, but later I came out to study and became a teacher, so I left the stage. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Haowen looked at Cheng Qiao carefully, and opened his mouth firmly: "Your father is Cheng Qingtong's kid, right?"

？？？

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know how Zhang Haowen saw it, but just looked at him in a daze.

Zhang Haowen explained: "You look very similar to your father when he is young, but you are much more talented than him." I guessed when you said that your parents were both Peking Opera actors. ”

"Speaking of which, it's still the face of me persuading your dad to change his school, when he was bent on hanging himself on the road of Danjiao," Speaking of the previous incident, a little nostalgia appeared on Zhang Haowen's face: "You don't know about this yet, right? Your dad was a muddy boy back then, and he couldn't figure it out." ”

Well......

Cheng Qiaoyi really didn't know about it, and he didn't know whether what he said was true or not.

Since he can remember, Comrade Lao Cheng has always been an excellent flower-faced actor, except for "Wangjiang Pavilion", which was watched by people a few days ago, he has never seen him really sing any danjiao plays.

"I remember when your father learned from my father. At that time, my father was in his sixties, and your father was still a teenage naughty boy, and my father occasionally couldn't take him with him, so he asked me to follow the discipline and discipline......"

Zhang Haowen babbled about the story of the year.

Cheng Qiaoyi seemed to see the appearance of Comrade Cheng from childhood to adulthood.

If these things are true, then Cheng Qiaoyi feels that he should have found the origin of Comrade Cheng's awkward and arrogant character.

After telling the story, Zhang Haowen concentrated and put the question on his lips again: "Do you believe me now?"

？？？

Cheng Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the reason why Mr. Zhang told these stories.

He scratched his head a little embarrassed: "Grandpa Zhang, I didn't mean that...... I'm ......"

"What's it?" Zhang Haowen blew his beard and glared at him: "I've been with you for so long, old man, are you embarrassed to refuse?"

Cheng Qiao couldn't cry or laugh: "What's the matter? Haven't I been studying Danjiao recently? I can't turn my face all at once." ”

Zhang Haowen is playing the captain, and the captain is a little flower face, isn't this the same as Zhang Haowen is a little flower face?

Zhang Haowen didn't expect Cheng Qiaoyi to think like this, his face was wrinkled, but his heart was happy. He can think like this, at least he has considered the matter of worshipping him as a teacher.

"Do you know what it means to be a disciple?" Zhang Haowen's eyes narrowed, and he didn't give Cheng Qiaoyi time to answer, and said to himself: "You don't care what kind of profession I do, you have to know a little bit, I can also teach Danjiao." ”

……

To be honest, I was really confused and completely overwhelmed.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know what he was doing, and he felt a little moved when he heard about Old Man Zhang's flickering apprenticeship.

Thinking back on what happened this week, Cheng Qiao felt like a dream, as if he could go back to his original life when he woke up. It's just that this dream is too heavy to wake up.

A week ago, he never thought that he would listen to Peking Opera one day, let alone learn art at such an age.

Comrade Cheng, they have not confiscated their apprentices.

Cheng Qiao has seen those young opera actors carrying things to his home to pay New Year's greetings since he was a child, without exception, they have all laid the foundation since childhood. Tong Zigong is not good, Cheng Qiaoyi has not seen it, but he has not seen those people a second time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a headache.

The light of the mobile phone screen shone on his face, and it looked particularly strange in the bedroom where the lights were out.

——Zhang Haowen, male, from Jinshi, China, professor of Chinese language and literature, doctoral supervisor.

There is no trace of him knowing Peking Opera in the information on Baidu.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed deeply.

Switch the app to Feixin, find the dialog box with Comrade Cheng, and click your finger on the screen quickly.

[Dad, do you know an old gentleman named Zhang Haowen?]

[Know, what's wrong?] Cheng Qingtong almost returned in seconds.

[I just want to ask him if he can sing Peking Opera.] 】

[Surely, why did you remember to ask this?] Where did you meet him?]

Seeing Comrade Cheng's answer, Cheng Qiaoyi's trust in the story told by Zhang Haowen was another layer higher, and he continued to type.

[He is now an old professor at our school, and I met him at school. 】

[Since you have met him, it means that you are destined, and you have to learn drama from the old gentleman. 】

Studying drama?

As soon as Cheng Qiao saw this, he silently put down his mobile phone.

With his hands behind his head, he looked at the ceiling above his head.

Even Comrade Lao Cheng asked him to learn drama with him, so Zhang Haowen must be very powerful. After all, Comrade Lao Cheng didn't even ask him what he wanted to learn and said this directly, which can only show that he is proficient in everything.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know why, I always feel that a stone that is pressing on my heart has fallen to the ground, and I am hearty.

What Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know was that at the moment when he closed his eyes and slew, Comrade Cheng withdrew his last message. The re-sent version is the version after the typo has been corrected.

[Since you have met him, it means that you are destined, and you have to learn from the old gentleman. 】