Cheng Qiaoyi listened carefully to Zhang Haowen's explanation, while doing practical operations.

He hadn't paid attention to the demands before, and he thought that as long as he sang standing up, he would be fine.

Zhang Haowen looked at Cheng Qiao's calm eyes and nodded secretly in his heart.

In the opera industry, it has always been important to pay attention to whether the ancestor appreciates food or not. Zhang Haowen has seen a child before,—— right, it is Cheng Qingtong. He still remembers that Cheng Qingtong was the hardest working one in the children's class led by his father at that time, he was always the first to arrive, and he was never lazy after arriving, and conscientiously completed the tasks assigned to him by his father.

He came the earliest and left the latest, day after day.

In the end, Zhang Haowen felt that he was a little unbearable.

Growing up so big, it was the first time Zhang Haowen had seen a student who couldn't even do it after practicing for a long time.

…… Fortunately, Cheng Qiaoyi did not inherit his talent for death.

Zhang Haowen took a deep breath, although Cheng Qingtong later made a name for himself in the flower face world, and more and more people praised him, but as soon as he saw him, he would think of the "Wangjiang Pavilion" that he died back then.

"Grandpa Zhang, do you think I'm like this now?"

Zhang Haowen pulled out of his memories and motioned for him to start.

Cheng Qiaoyi slowly opened his mouth according to Zhang Hao's method of teaching.

"Babble~~~~~~ ya~"

Hearing his voice, Zhang Haowen frowned: "What do you think of what you are shouting now?"

"I think it's okay?"

Zhang Haowen shook his head and pointed: "You are shouting a false voice now, although we use a small voice to sing Danjiao, but this does not mean that you want to use a false voice." ”

"Do you think you're shouting a little jerky, and you're a little tired?"

"Well, that's true. Cheng Qiaoyi listened carefully to Zhang Haowen's explanation.

"As I said, your voice is pushed up through the air, and if your breath is poured into the nasal cavity, then you will come out much better. ”

Hearing Zhang Haowen's explanation, Cheng Qiao took two breaths and said again: "Well, I seem to know, so I'll try again?"

Zhang Haowen contemplated, tilted his head slightly, and Cheng Qiaoyi's voice continued to amplify in his ears.

"Babble~~~~~~~~ ya~"

"This time it's much better than last time," Zhang Haowen commented: "But your voice is still not clear enough, why don't you try to tighten your front teeth?" ”

When Cheng Qiao heard this, he opened his mouth again.

This time, even he, a "half-layman", could hear that the voice was better than the previous two times, and Zhang Haowen naturally felt it.

He nodded, quite satisfied with Cheng Qiaoyi this time.

"Do you remember how you shouted now?" Zhang Haowen said: "You can practice like this in the future, just be in the house, and you don't have to go out to talk about it." ”

"Slippery throat?"

Zhang Haowen told him how to practice his voice, but he didn't have this term in his memory.

"Slipping your throat refers to going out like you did before, to an empty place where no one is singing," Zhang Haowen saw Cheng Qiaoyi's doubts: "The opera actors back then thought that going out to slip their throats could change their clean air and come back with "clean air for turbidity", do you also believe it?"

Cheng Qiaoyi hurriedly shook his head.

Zhang Haowen looked a little funny: "If you go out to shout, maybe it will disturb people's rest, and the gains outweigh the losses." After that, you just have to come to the practice room. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't expect that the Peking Opera Club wanted to borrow the practice room for so long and couldn't borrow it, and he could come in and practice so easily.

If you have the opportunity, you must go back to show off to the third child.

Seeing the flickering light at Cheng Qiao's eyes, Zhang Haowen looked at him kindly, reached out and took out a key from the pocket of his clothes that he had taken off: "You keep this key, you have to come in to practice when I don't come, don't be lazy." ”

"Well, I know," Cheng Qiao nodded heavily, as if to express his determination: "Grandpa Zhang, I will work hard." ”

"Okay, don't swear anything to grandpa," Zhang Haowen stood up on the side of the stool: "You just practice well, grandpa will take you away." ”

Cheng Qiao felt a little sentimental in his heart when he heard it, and remembered the matter of accepting apprentices he mentioned earlier, and couldn't help asking, "Then Grandpa Zhang, do you still accept me as an apprentice?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Haowen originally planned to walk to the middle of the carpet and pause at the mirror tutorial bridge, and turned around with a frown: "Did anyone tell you that I won't accept it?"

"No ......," Cheng Qiao pursed his lips.

"Otherwise, do you think I'm going through some trouble?" Zhang Haowen blew his beard and glared: "If you don't want to apprentice, just say it, old man, I'm not so glassy!"

Hearing the word "glass heart", Cheng Qiaoyi's heart that was originally so nervous that he mentioned his throat also fell.

Since he still had the heart to say such joking words, he was not upset. Comrade Lao Cheng rarely makes decisions for others, since he can say "follow and learn the drama well", there is only one possibility, that is, he feels that this is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

If it was before, Cheng Qiaoyi would definitely not be willing to deal with him, but after this period of re-understanding, he couldn't bear to continue to contradict him.

"No, Grandpa Zhang......"

Zhang Haowen interrupted him: "Keep these things for later, the most important thing for you now is to practice." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Cheng Qiaoyi's reply, turned around and raised his left leg in front of the mirror, curled up at his right knee.

Although there is no rod, Cheng Qiaoyi can still see at a glance that this is the action of the captain in "Autumn River".

Zhang Haowen's movements slowly changed, and he was so dexterous that he couldn't tell that he was an old man who was over the age of old.

"Do you understand something?"

Seeing Cheng Qiaoyi's obsessive eyes, Zhang Haowen stopped his movements and stood still holding the handle on the side of the mirror: "I see that you have been watching it seriously for a long time, do you think these have anything to do with your practice?"

Cheng Qiao was stunned when he was asked, and he didn't think too much about it at all: "Maybe...... Maybe your current performance is non-existent, and the same is what I want to learn?"

"You're just one of them," Old Man Zhang shook his head: "You haven't gotten to the point yet." ”

"So, that's because there's a set flow for stylized performances?"

Zhang Haowen raised his eyes and continued to shake his head: "You still haven't got to the point." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi was a little confused by Old Man Zhang's play.

Originally, he watched him perform for a long time and didn't know what it meant, but he was asked such a question.

Zhang Haowen looked at Cheng Qiaoyi's puzzled eyes and prompted: "Wang Guowei said that poetry has a realm of self and a realm of no self. ”

"Peking Opera performances should learn to be "selfless"?" Cheng Qiaoyi suddenly remembered what Comrade Cheng told him when he was studying opera in the system world.

Although his memory was a little blurry, he could still vaguely recall something related to selflessness.

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's answer, Zhang Haowen reluctantly nodded, but this was not the most appropriate answer in his heart.

Chinese opera is freehand, and Mr. Mei once advocated "entering the inside, going out of the outside", which shows that he hopes that a good opera actor will have both "no self" and "self". ”

Zhang Haowen paused and continued: "So, you have to know that a good opera actor, on the one hand, he has to go deep into the role and experience the emotions of the character, which is the "selflessness" you just mentioned, and on the other hand, he has to "have me". ”

Speaking of me, Zhang Haowen has a very appropriate example in his heart: "Have you seen the movie "Farewell My Concubine"?"

This movie can be regarded as a classic, of course Cheng Qiaoyi has seen it. He nodded.

Seeing this, Zhang Haowen continued: "Cheng Dieyi in this movie is a very typical example of only "no self", but lost "self". He couldn't tell the difference between reality and the stage, forgetting that he was acting, and was gradually entangled and restricted by the role. This does not make sense, and it is the root cause of his tragedy in the end. ”

Cheng Qiao listened with relish.

As early as the first time he watched this movie, he felt that Cheng Dieyi was too deep in the play, although it was tragic, everything seemed to fall into place, and he couldn't find anything wrong.

"That's what I was trying to tell you with my performance just now. ”

Zhang Haowen interrupted Cheng Qiaoyi's silence with a loud voice.

Cheng Qiaoyi came back to his senses at this time: "So, this means that you have to be quick to enter the play, and you have to be quick to get out of the play?"

"Yes. ”

Zhang Haowen looked at him appreciatively: "In fact, it's not just opera, all performing arts should be like this." Opera is just one of them. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi listened carefully to what Zhang Haowen explained.

Although he explained a lot of theories, these are exactly the things he needs now.

As for the body singing......

Cheng Qiaoyi is also desperate......

After all, he is a rookie who has never had basic skills before.

Old Man Zhang's request for him is only to be able to perform this play.

According to him, why not apprentice now?

Because after apprenticeship, the performance of all the apprentices and grandchildren in the pear orchard will be clearly seen.

Let such a water person perform on stage, I am afraid that it will make Master Zu look angry and sick.

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

Although he wanted to refute it, the reality made him angry.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed and pondered.

He raised his wrist to see the time.

11：30。

It's exactly the point where class ends.

He was in a hurry to go out in the morning and didn't bring his phone with him, and now it's almost time to rest. He still has his first class of the afternoon, and he just goes back to see if there is any new news on his phone.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi put on the cotton clothes again, locked the door with trembling hands, and hurried to the bedroom at a faster pace.

It's really cold outside.

Ten minutes later.

As soon as Cheng Qiao looked at the familiar doorway in front of him, he sighed, and the white mist dissipated in the air.

It's so tiring to pick up the keys......

Knock.

Open the door.

Coherent.

Finally sitting in the bedroom, Cheng Qiao felt that he was back alive. Especially when you're holding your phone.

Wait a minute!

Something seems wrong!

Cheng Qiao was stunned and looked at the last message sent by Comrade Cheng.

What kind of spicy chicken input method does he use!

Harmful!!