Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know Yang Hongtu's thoughts, and the pen in his hand turned quickly.

Now he was left with only one last question.

However, the last question is a little different from the ones he wrote before, this question is subjective.

The title of this question is also very simple, there are only two words: Peking Opera.

The finale of the first examination for entering the Peking Opera Company was Peking Opera, and there was nothing wrong with it, but I couldn't write it all at once.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know if he should start writing in that direction.

If he is writing about the history of Peking Opera, it is difficult for him to extend beyond the direction of historical development, and if he is writing about the various professions of Peking Opera......

To be honest, he didn't know anything about it at all, and he didn't know anything about it.

If you want to write about the development and inheritance of Peking Opera......

Right!

Cheng Qiao's hand that scratched his head was put down suddenly.

He is the one who has experienced the worship of the god Lao Lang on March 18!

Cheng Qiao straightened his waist for a moment, raised his eyes and scanned the room.

Yang Hongtu had already walked away, and the other two people in the room were still answering the questions seriously, and the smoothness of his writing was simply not comparable to him.

But!

But they didn't participate in any of these traditional activities!

Cheng Qiaoyi conceived in his mind.

This question was only given one title, and it did not say that I had to write anything research...... Not to mention that it can't be written as a novel.

Cheng Qiao took a look at the grid left by this question, which was much more chromium than the 1,000-word essay in high school in his impression, and he didn't know if he could fill in the things he wanted to write.

In his conception, this story should start with him entering the copy......

Perhaps because it was written about something he had personally experienced, this story quickly took shape in Cheng Qiaoyi's mind.

The protagonist of this story is the young man, the young man who always believes that "the play is bigger than the sky".

Cheng Qiaoyi's mind came to mind the last goodbye he had fallen on the stage.

But......

Because this question is required to write Peking Opera, Cheng Qiao replaced his original performance of "Guanyin Attainment" with "Green Beads Falling from the Tower" after a little thought.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know what his skills were at writing novels, he only knew that when he wrote, he seemed to have gotten Guo Pu's five-color pen, and he wrote like a god.

This novel took shape under his hands.

The story is very simple, there is only the worship of the old man god and the performance of "Green Bead Falling from the Tower".

Cheng Qiaoyi interspersed the plot of participating in the worship of Lao Lang God between the performances, and the whole story was more integrated.

Yang Hongtu looked at the side for a moment, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

As soon as Cheng Qiao finished writing, he put the pen aside, and when he looked up, he saw an invigilator with low air pressure.

"Teacher, I'll hand in the papers. Cheng Qiaoyi said in a low voice.

"Submit the papers?" Yang Hongtu's mind was pulled back to reality by him: "Oh, you said to hand in the papers." ”

Yang Hongtu's voice also lowered the decibels: "You just take your own things away, don't worry about the rolls." ”

Cheng Qiao did as soon as he heard this, put the two pens he brought into his pocket, and looked left and right.

I don't know when, Wu Hong has already handed in the papers and left, and now only he and Ye Mao are left in this room.

Cheng Qiao met Ye Mao's gaze, nodded his head, and walked out of the house slowly.

As soon as he walked a few steps out of the house, Cheng Qiaoyi felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

Looking back, Ye Mao also handed in the papers.

Ye Mao was elated: "How do you feel about your exam!"

"Maybe it's okay?" Cheng Qiaoyi didn't dare to say too much.

"I feel that my set of rolls is okay," Ye Mao's eyebrows danced, and he walked in front of Cheng Qiaoyi in three or two steps and looked at him: "I feel that Wu Hong also answered well, when we all come in, I will take you out to play!"

Cheng Qiaoyi laughed a little and quipped, "Are you sure it's us and not you?"

"No, no!" Ye Mao immediately retorted, turned around and walked side by side with Cheng Qiao: "I haven't even spoken to her!

Although he retorted, Ye Mao's face turned red uncompromisingly: "It's us!"

Seeing him like this, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't cry or laugh, "Okay, it's us." As he spoke, he suddenly remembered another point: "By the way, how old are you?"

"I'm nineteen. ”

"You're only nineteen years old?" Cheng Qiao was not very surprised at this age, looking at his slapping and squirming skills, he knew that his age was a big deal, but he didn't expect him to be so young: "Are you still studying?"

"Of course!" Speaking of reading, Ye Mao's face regained a smug look: "I'm now a student in the graduate class of opera!"

"Graduate class?"

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't expect him to be so powerful: "Then what are you afraid of?"

"Didn't I learn all Chinese opera before!" Ye Mao smiled on his face: "Originally, I didn't want to enter the Peking Opera Company, but I wanted to go to the Yue Opera Theater!"

"Yue Theater?"

Ye Mao nodded: "Yes, I want to go to the Yue Theater, the Yue Theater is basically a young lady, and my brother said that I will benefit from going there." ”

Hearing his words, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't cry or laugh, "You're only nineteen years old, what kind of partner are you looking for!"

"I think so too," Ye Mao pouted helplessly: "So after I think about it, don't I come to the Peking Opera Company!"

Speaking of this, he was a little curious: "Why did you come to the Peking Opera Company?"

"Me?" Cheng Qiaoyi suddenly remembered the picture of himself and Comrade Lao Cheng saying that he knew how to worship Lao Lang God, and said with a smile: "Maybe it's because I suddenly found that I like Peking Opera!"

"So you just studied for less than a year and then you want to enter the Peking Opera Company?" Ye Mao's eyes were full of admiration: "I have been practicing opera since I was a child, and I dare not say that I only practiced Peking Opera for one year to try." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi looked sideways slightly and looked at him: "How long have you been transferring to Peking Opera?"

"A year and a half, right?"

What Ye Mao said was a little uncertain.

"That's not much worse. Cheng Qiao nodded, and believed his words of studying Peking Opera for a year.

"Uh-huh. ”

Seeing that there was the gate of the Peking Opera Company in front of him, Ye Mao did not continue to find a topic to talk about, but took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Brother Cheng, let's add a Weixin!" he clicked on his QR code.

"Okay," Cheng Qiaoyi also took out his mobile phone, looked at the scanning results on the mobile phone screen and confirmed: "Your WeChat is called Night Cat, right?"

Ye Mao nodded: "Mmmmmm! This is my Weixin name," he looked at Cheng Qiaoyi, "Brother Cheng, we should come together for a retest next time, and you must come back for a second time when the time comes!

Looking at his serious face, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair: "Say it like you don't need to work hard." ”