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The sun is shining.

Cheng Qiao got out of bed sleepily, picked up twice, and rushed to the practice room with his bag on his back.

The point of apprenticeship has been serious since ancient times, and it is even more sacred in these places in the opera world.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

Cheng Qiaoyi has heard this since he was a child.

At this time, although there was no formal apprenticeship, after all, it was on the thigh, and Cheng Qiao felt the warmth from the practice room.

The practice room in the school has always been just a decoration, and it is difficult for even the Peking Opera Club to apply for practice. Most of the time, they find an open place outdoors to resist the scorching heat and winter, practicing day after day.

Cheng Qiaoyi had passed by these houses more than once before, and it seemed that these houses would never be open to the public. Only occasionally can I see a few elderly people babbling and singing things that I don't understand, like an old cadre activity center.

The third child in the dormitory has complained to him more than once about this matter.

Lao Sanwenmei is a nostalgic young man, who either walks in the punk style or the classical style all day long, and wears a leather jacket and Hanfu every day, claiming to be a combination of ancient and modern.

He added two clubs, one rap and one Peking opera.

It is said that his dream is to make Amway electronic music Peking Opera to the world.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but shudder.

After so many days, he was almost addicted to Jinghu and couldn't extricate himself.

If you really replace Kyung-hu with electronic music like he did......

Well......

It's a little scary, to be honest.

Cheng Qiaoyi thought as he took off his coat and put it on the chair, stretching his body in front of the mirror.

Old Man Zhang hasn't come yet, and Cheng Qiaoyi doesn't know what he should do.

After a simple stretch, he ran around the carpet as always.

Old man Zhang disliked that there was a problem with his way of shouting his voice, and he had long been forbidden to practice privately, but now he had nothing to do, and he couldn't think of anything to do except run the round.

Zhang Haowen pushed open the door and saw this scene.

Standing at the door didn't bother him, he watched him carefully and ran two more laps before shouting to stop.

"You're pretty good at running this round, and you're much more skilled than last time. Zhang Haowen couldn't help but ask, "How long have you been running? Didn't you say that it would be seven o'clock? Why did you come so early?"

Cheng Qiaoyi scratched his head a little embarrassed: "I just came here not long ago, I didn't know how to practice, and I didn't dare to practice blindly, so I ran away to run the round." ”

Hearing what Cheng Qiaoyi said, Zhang Haowen's face was full of smiles: "Fortunately, you just ran away, and you didn't practice blindly, otherwise when you practice and set the shape, I won't be able to break it back." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qiao couldn't help but blush a little.

If Zhang Haowen hadn't reminded him in advance, he really wouldn't have started practicing blindly.

To be honest, he really studied it once in the system, and watched the video on the Internet again......

Although Zhang Haowen always said that he had a problem, but the two of them had played together, Cheng Qiaoyi still remembered that Old Man Zhang looked at him with loving eyes at that time, no matter what, this is not too much of a problem, right?

Zhang Haowen looked at Cheng Qiao's face with two big words of dissatisfaction, and he knew it in his heart.

"You open your voice now, and then sing your version of "Autumn River" to me later, and I'll pick the play for you. ”

Cheng Qiao responded again and again.

Zhang Haowen instructed him on how to open his voice.

From memory, he opened the cup and swallowed two sips of water. After feeling the water completely penetrate, he gently patted his face a few times with his hand, and then, like "smelling flowers", he inhaled air for a long time, breathed into the dantian, and then slowly relaxed, and slowly exhaled his breath like flowing water.

Zhang Haowen kept watching his movements.

Seeing that he was following his own teaching step by step, a little satisfaction gradually appeared on his face.

"You've done a good job of moisturizing your voice, how is your voice doing now?"

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head.

He still doesn't know much about this thing.

If he could shout, he wouldn't be idle early in the morning and have nothing to do to run the round.

This is also something that Zhang Haowen has long expected, after all, Cheng Qiaoyi is a monk halfway, and he has listened to a few words of advice, so he can't expect much from his basic skills!

As the saying goes, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Zhang Haowen still understands this.

"Come to me, and I'll tell you. With that, Zhang Haowen sat on the stool on one side, took off the thick cotton clothes on his body and folded them on top of the original clothes on the stool.

Hearing the teacher's words, Cheng Qiaoyi hurriedly sat down next to him.

Seeing Cheng Qiao sit down, Zhang Haowen smiled and squinted, and then said: "Singing, although there is no shortage of ways to exercise your voice, you can't escape the three kinds of "shouting", "reading", and "hanging", "" He said slowly: "This shouting is the kind you shouted at the wall when I first saw you, but ah, there are some problems with what you shouted, I will correct you in a while, and now I will talk about the basic concepts first." ”

Cheng Qiao nodded, Zhang Haowen had guided him to speak roughly, he could barely find a position to speak, but his performance was always not so satisfactory.

"After the "shouting" is over, it is "reading"," Zhang Haowen said this, and couldn't help asking: "By the way, do you know what "reading" is? "Reading" should be quite easy to understand. ”

"Read?"

Although this word is very clear, Cheng Qiaoyi is really not very clear, he thought about it and replied tentatively: "Does this idea refer to Nianbai?"

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's completely unconfident voice, Zhang Haowen understood. Well, this is the kind that can't be guessed, and you can't guess it.

He didn't continue to ask, the most basic ones wouldn't be, and it didn't make sense to ask too much.

Zhang Haowen had to open his mouth to explain: "This "reading" refers to "reading the white mouth", practicing "playing the introduction" and a large section of line kung fu, which is mainly to exercise emotions and bite words, especially to read the mouth kung fu as fast as you usually speak. ”

Hearing this description, Cheng Qiaoyi lowered his head in shame, he remembered that he usually didn't say much in front of the old man.

Zhang Haowen didn't see Cheng Qiaoyi's stubbornness, and continued to explain: "The requirements of "reading" need to include the basic requirements of "four tones", "five tones", "four calls" and other words when singing and reading, and to achieve "the words are correct and round". ”

"Four tones", "five tones", "four calls"?

Cheng Qiao was a little confused when he heard it, he had never seen these words at all, but Zhang Haowen didn't stop to explain at all, so he had to continue listening.

And "hanging", also known as "hanging the voice", refers to the process of the opera actors practicing their voices with the pianist and drummer. There was music hanging, and the voice went up. ”

"You have to push your anger into your throat and go up as soon as you sing a high-pitched "babble". Ventilation is the opposite of normal practice. You have to remember to sing it in a thin and sharp tone. This is mainly used to express sorrow and joy on the stage in the future," Mr. Zhang continued: "Among these three, "shouting" is to practice qi, "reading" is to practice strength, and "hanging" is to hang taste. You have to practice it step by step and master the method well. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Haowen reached out and touched his throat: "After all, the voice is a gift from the ancestors, and there is only this one, if you really keep singing with your voice, you can't designate it." You, you have to remember that you have to rely on your anger when you sing. As soon as the anger was pushed, the throat was gone. I just didn't know before, I practiced in a daze, and I got into what I am now. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi tilted his head to look at him, to be honest, he couldn't hear anything wrong with Zhang Haowen's voice at all.

Speaking of his past events, perhaps because time has passed too long, the emotions at that time have long been recalled, Zhang Haowen only feels that he is extraordinarily calm, as if he is telling someone else's story.

"Grandpa, I haven't always sung ugly deeds, before I collapsed, I also practiced with my family, I was young at the time, relying on my good voice, I always didn't listen to the elders' teachings, and later reacted...... The liquidation is already ruined. ”

A little self-deprecation appeared on Zhang Haowen's face: "At that time, there were only two choices in front of me, one was to change careers behind the scenes, and from then on play the piano and drums." The other is to turn to martial arts or ugliness. At that time, I was so arrogant that I couldn't accept this result. I was so used to the bright lights in front of the stage that I didn't want to go behind the scenes at all. I cried and wanted to go on stage, so my father had to ask me to follow a scandalous master......"

"I'm not afraid of people laughing when I say it, I want to be on stage all the time, and I'm the one who chooses to leave the stage in the end. ”

Cheng Qiao was stunned when he heard this.

He could feel Mr. Zhang's love for Peking Opera, which was almost obsessive, and he couldn't think of any reason why he had any reason to quit the stage.

The topic came to an abrupt end here, Zhang Haowen took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Let's not go too far, let's continue to talk about your shouting voice. ”

Hearing the return to the topic, the smile on Cheng Qiao's face also suppressed suddenly, and he stared at Old Man Zhang intently.

Under Cheng Qiaoyi's gaze, Zhang Haowen slowly opened up and said: "Shouting is never a dry shout, every sound he shouts has its own purpose. ”

Cheng Qiao nodded heartily.

"In "shouting voice", the main practice is the "babbling" sound and "ah" sound," Mr. Zhang said seriously: "Shouting" hey" is to practice the resonance of the brain cavity, shouting "ah" is to practice the resonance of the nasal cavity and chest cavity, don't get confused. ”

"Well, I know that," Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but answer: "Isn't the resonance of the brain cavity a high pitch, and the resonance of the nasal cavity and chest cavity is a middle and low pitch, you said it last time." ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's answer, Zhang Haowen showed a kind smile: "Then do you know that these two are also "Liyin" and "Boreling"?"

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head, he knew that just now, and now he really hasn't heard of this thing.

"Then you just know now," Old Man Zhang tugged at Cheng Qiaoyi's sleeve and motioned for him to stand up.

"When shouting, you should straighten your waist and lift your breath, and use your dantian force, and remember not to use only your throat to make a sound. The breath gradually rises from low to strong, and then slowly comes out in one gulp, and then slowly lowers the pitch that you can reach. ”