Although Cheng Qiaoyi is a house, he has never been a person who likes to steal and play tricks. As long as you have identified something, you will take it seriously and complete it.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he didn't mean to stop at all, Zhang Haowen liked this young man from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and opened his mouth to say, "Qiaoyi, you have almost practiced today, why don't you go back and rest first?"

"Huh?" Cheng Qiaoyi stopped, reached out to wipe the sweat from his cheeks, and looked a little embarrassed: "Grandpa Zhang, I didn't notice that you were still here, it's not too early, you can go back first, and I'll practice again." ”

"Grandpa, I'm not tired, I just see that you are tired. Zhang Haowen looked at everything: "Otherwise, you sit next to me, let's not just practice, we have to understand the play you want to sing now." ”

As soon as Cheng Qiao heard this, what the old comrade Cheng told him when he was studying drama in the system instantly appeared in his mind.

The play "Autumn River" has been analyzed by him very thoroughly.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head slightly: "Grandpa Zhang, I have already understood this play." ”

Zhang Haowen looked at his stubborn appearance, and his heart was horizontal, and he couldn't care about his old arms and legs, so he forcibly pulled him to the side of the bench and sat down.

"Which one told you I want to tell you about "Autumn River"?"

Cheng Qiao looked at him puzzled.

[Task 3: Please have a rough understanding of a kind of opera in three hours]

[1 Dream Point will be rewarded for mission success, 10 Dream Points will be deducted for mission failure!]

……

Hearing the sound of the system, Cheng Qiaoyi pursed his lips helplessly.

According to the urine of the system, Mr. Zhang should be planning to talk about Peking Opera now.

After all, this system that disappears every day will only come out to brush up on its presence when someone triggers it, and you can't find it if you usually want to find it.

Since there was a mission, Cheng Qiaoyi had no reason to slip away, sitting on a bench and panting.

Seeing this, Zhang Haowen smiled and raised his eyebrows, acting like an old child: "You can only sit here and listen to me now, don't think about continuing to practice." ”

"Okay, Grandpa Zhang, you can say it," the corners of Cheng Qiaoyi's mouth couldn't help but rise: "I'll listen." ”

"Today, I'll tell you about Peking Opera. Zhang Haowen picked up the teacup and took a sip to moisten his throat: "To be honest, the history of Peking Opera is not long, and it is only more than 200 years now. But it is in these more than 200 years that it has pressed countless ancestors behind. This is due to its unique charm. ”

Cheng Qiao nodded. This is indeed the case, now when it comes to opera, everyone's first reaction is Peking Opera and their own local operas.

The genres of local opera are different, but Peking Opera is the same.

"Speaking of Peking Opera, then we have to start with the Hui class entering Beijing. Zhang Haowen took a deep breath, and his eyes drifted into the distance: "In 1790, Qianlong's 80th birthday, opera troupes from various provinces rushed to enter the capital to present gifts to him, including an opera troupe supported by Huizhou businessmen, Sanqing Class. ”

"It was a trivial matter for the Sanqing class to enter Beijing, but it was not trivial for it to become popular in the capital. This is also the beginning of Peking Opera leaving a strong mark on the opera column of China's thousands of years of history. The popularity of the Sanqing class has given hope to countless Hui classes, and they have come to Beijing together. Here, they not only performed Hui opera, but also Kunqu opera and local opera, and their performances were very distinctive and soon loved by the audience in Beijing. Gradually, the four major Hui troupes occupied the stage of opera in Beijing. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi has heard this history more than once, but when he heard Zhang Haowen talk about it, that picture appeared in front of him......

He is truly a professor in the Faculty of Letters.

Zhang Haowen said as he looked at Cheng Qiaoyi's reaction.

Seeing him nodding frequently, he also had a bottom in his heart, and continued to speak: "Coincidentally, the entry of the Hui class into Beijing has become a historic topic, and thirty years later, the artists of Han opera also began to enter the capital and began their performances. ”

"However, when they came to the capital, they didn't understand Han opera, and the artists didn't come to their own independent doors, carrying the banner of Xipi Erhuang to attract opera fans, but joined the more famous Hui troupes at that time to perform cooperatively......"

Zhang Haowen said slowly, from the Hui class to Beijing, gradually forming Peking Opera, to the artistic characteristics of Peking Opera, every sentence seems to describe an era.

Cheng Qiao was fascinated by what he heard. The ancient picture scroll slowly opened in front of him, and what was presented in front of him was a history of a group of heroes, a colorful movement that could not be replicated.

He seemed to have the ability to touch that era, countless famous characters passed in front of him, he watched them quietly, watched their performances on stage, their figures and singing voices were all beautiful, all of them were beautiful.

Cheng Qiaoyi felt that he had never been so eager to learn Peking Opera well, and the shock that the stage brought him was something that practicing on a blanket could never bring.

Zhang Haowen looked at Cheng Qiaoyi's eyes and gradually became more and more determined, and his eyes were full of kindness.

That's how it is.

Although there are no real gods and ghosts in this world, there are them in people's hearts. Looking at Cheng Qiaoyi's state, Zhang Haowen inexplicably only had one word left in his heart, that is: blessed.

【Mission Accomplished】

Cheng Qiaoyi was startled by the sudden system sound and came back to his senses.

I saw that I was still in the practice room, and there was no shocking performance, but it was just his fantasy.

"Qiao Yi, do you understand what I said just now?" Zhang Haowen asked knowingly: "I see that you haven't spoken for a long time." ”

"I just got distracted. Cheng Qiaoyi scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Grandpa Zhang, what you said is really good, it sounds much better than our self-control principle." ”

Hearing his words, Zhang Haowen couldn't help laughing: "That's your professional class, it must not be compared." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Haowen couldn't help asking: "By the way, why did you go to study electrical at that time, I feel that you don't seem to be very suitable." ”

"I, I don't have bad grades," Cheng Qiao didn't expect to suddenly bring up this topic, and his ears turned red all of a sudden: "I actually wanted to go to the Faculty of Liberal Arts at that time, but there were too few science students in the Faculty of Arts, and I didn't get admitted because my grades were not very good." ”

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Zhang Haowen couldn't help but sigh, if he had come to the Academy of Literature at that time, then he would definitely have brought this good seedling himself.

But it's not too late.

Zhang Haowen frowned and asked seriously, "Do you want to follow me to learn Peking Opera?"

？？？

Cheng Qiao didn't react for a while.

Wait a minute!

Isn't Mr. Zhang a Peking Opera ticket holder???

When will ticket holders be able to accept apprentices???