When you enter the door of the small theater, you will find the open-air auditorium full of wooden chairs for tea tables. Although the decoration and arrangement of the opera troupe in the spring garden are far from luxurious, although the sparrows are small and have all the organs, they have a very antique taste.

The courtyard is divided by several screens painted with splashed ink landscapes, and a ticket inspection area is opened up at the entrance position, and after entering is a neatly placed wooden tables and chairs, each tea table is placed with a set of blue and white porcelain tea sets, as well as matching tea and traditional tea snacks, although these are provided for free, but the tea leaves are aged Pu'er, and the refreshments given are seasonal pastries such as peach crisp and almond crisp, each of which is by no means a fool's thing.

In the four corners of the open-air auditorium, several pots of bamboo, the emerald green bamboo leaves add a little vitality to the autumn depression, and the dark red brocade peacock chairs look low-key and exquisite. Facing the stage sat a young man with a cigarette in his hand and half-clasped his elbows talking to several of the bandmates.

It is not difficult to see that he is the one who came to the door today.

"All the band teachers are experts, so I don't need to talk about the basics. Su Yiyang laughed, bit the cigarette holder and tilted his head, and played the cigarette ash unhurriedly, "The band is the soul of Peking Opera, a good band not only accompanies the actors to sing, but also grasps the music cards tightly with the actors' movements, and more importantly, they must grasp the rhythm changes of the play." ”

La Yueqin's uncle is named Duan Mingshan, who was a musician in the state-owned theater troupe in his early years, and had a good personal relationship with Fan Lingchu. After the disbandment of the theater troupe, Duan Mingshan changed careers, but he never abandoned his skills, and regarded playing the Yueqin as his biggest hobby after tea and dinner.

Later, there was a time when Duan Mingshan and Fan Lingchu two old brothers drank together, I heard that Fan Lingchu paid out of his own pocket to set up a private theater troupe, because of limited funds, the personnel were not very complete, and the business was also very difficult, it happened that Duan Mingshan retired at home, so he volunteered to pick up his old business, and came to the spring garden to help play the moon qin, which was four or five years.

Listening to Su Yiyang's words, Duan Mingshan wrapped the leather jacket on his body and made a tone casually.

The strings of the Yueqin touched up and down, and the melodious melody sounded in the huge courtyard, which was the tune of the Xipi Allegro. Sippi Allegro is often used in the play when the contradictions and conflicts are extremely sharp, and the singing sections are also justified, which sounds very generous and high-spirited.

Duan Mingshan pulled out such a paragraph at this moment, firstly, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the behavior of being temporarily stopped by Su Yiyang when he was halfway through the singing of "The Legend of the West Chamber", and secondly, he deliberately sarcastic - if Su Yiyang couldn't hear what he meant, it would be nothing more than playing the piano to the cow, so what Su Yiyang just said would not matter.

Who knew that Duan Mingshan had just made a tune, Su Yiyang lowered his eyes slightly, and joked softly: "How dissatisfied is this with me, even the "Quanmei Case" has been pulled out?

Duan Mingshan was stunned for a moment, but the tone in his hand stopped.

At first, he just thought that Su Yiyang was here to deliberately find trouble, although he understood a lot of theoretical knowledge of Peking Opera at first glance, and he was not the kind of straw bag who had no understanding of Peking Opera at all, but looking at him so young, he still had a little casual and unpresumptuous temperament in his gestures, even if he was interested in Peking Opera, it seemed like a whim, and he might not have real skills.

But with this ear power, it is not something that can be done by simply reading a few books or moving his mouth, Duan Mingshan couldn't help but change his impression of Su Yiyang slightly, and he was silent for a few seconds before sneering.

"You young man is really interesting, this man saw some information about Peking Opera from some book, and turned his head to educate us old men....... To put it mildly, I started playing the moon qin before you were born, how to play the piano well I can't be clearer, I can use you hairy boy to teach?"

Hearing this, Su Yiyang was not angry, as if he was not the one who arrogantly said that this play was not worthy of selling tickets to the outside world at all, at this moment he nodded noncommittally, and was polite and thoughtful when he spoke, and it was not difficult to see his respect for the pianists between his words.

"You play the Yueqin well, this is a thing for all to see, if it is a light technique, there is no problem with the "Legend of the West Chamber" just now, if you say that I can't pull it, it is purely a bone in the egg, and I can't do it myself. ”

"Then what do you mean by that?"

Duan Mingshan was originally a well-known good old man, plus he was a few years older, and he acted as a good-tempered peacemaker in the spring garden all the year round, seeing Su Yiyang's attitude relaxed, his tone also eased a little, "Since it comes to this, I really have to ask you today, where is the difference between our "The Legend of the West Chamber"?"

Su Yiyang flicked the cigarette butt casually, and curled the corners of his lips casually: "What's the difference, the reason is very simple, the salmon airlifted from Japan and the secret hot pot base from Chongqing are both good things, but these two things are stewed together, nondescript, and they are unpalatable." ”

Before Duan Mingshan could speak, Li Hetian, who was playing the drum, couldn't listen to it anymore.

Li Hetian is an old colleague of Fan Lingchu and Duan Mingshan, and an old member of the state-owned troupe, after the dissolution of the troupe, he set up a small shop in Xinguang City, and did some small business to support his family.

It wasn't until a few years ago that Fan Lingchu set up the private theater troupe of the Spring Garden, and Li Hetian began to return to his old business to support the old buddies.

After all, with him and Duan Mingshan here, a scene of supporting literary dramas, a military mountain of martial arts, and Fan Lingchu, a veteran Jingjiaoer, personally appeared on stage, this play will be considered a success.

But anyone who has some real skills, no matter how low-key he is, he still can't hide the arrogance on his body, especially Li Hetian, who is already a short-tempered master - if Duan Mingshan still has a little bit of a sense of calming people, he is purely not afraid of things at all, and he is stunned to come out.

As soon as Su Yiyang's words fell, Li Hetian's sneer came.

"A few of us are rough people, just a bite of mutton in a copper pot, and we can't get used to eating the Japanese salmon by air that you rich boy brother said," he turned the drumstick in his hand, looked Su Yiyang up and down with his eyelids, and said disdainfully, "You can't make the whole thing in the clouds and fog fool people, since we are talking about Peking Opera, why just talk about it, what are you doing with those things that don't matter?"

Before coming to Chun Se Manyuan for a field trip, Su Yiyang had already carefully studied the relevant information countless times, and had a rough idea of the identities and personalities of all the members of this private theater troupe.

The advantages of this troupe are obvious, those who have the ability are orthodox old artists, and the housekeeping skills are precipitated by years of performance and years, and they are all real kung fu. For example, Fan Lingchu, Duan Mingshan and Li Hetian, the three brothers, any one of them is an absolute technical flow, and the three of them get together, which can be called the Dinghai Shenshen needle of the opera troupe, and their rich stage experience is simply incomparable to those young Peking Opera actors who graduated from the so-called "professional class".

But because of this, the disadvantages of the spring garden are also exposed.

For traditional arts such as Peking Opera, the stylized performance form is the embodiment of artistic value, but it is also unacceptable to young audiences. Not to mention, when Hollywood blockbusters use gorgeous special effects to express the underwater universe, and any frame is an audio-visual feast, how many people are willing to take a serious look at the stage space shown by Peking Opera actors under the stage.

However, the older the artist, the more obsessed he is with traditional culture, especially a private troupe supported by a few old people, although he can't make a lot of money, there are some fixed audiences who can barely make a living, so it is easier to be complacent, flaunting the promotion of traditional culture, and it is difficult to get out of the comfort zone.

Although Su Yiyang is young, he is an unborn genius on the business battlefield, and the fact that the Su Group, the leader of the performance market in Province B, is well organized under him is the best illustration. Su Yiyang is familiar with the rules of business negotiations, and of course knows that if he theorizes these so-called "workarounds" with the old people in the spring garden from the beginning, they will not only not listen to them, but will also easily provoke the backlash, making this meeting completely collapse.

Therefore, the dismount that was stopped in the middle of "The Legend of the West Chamber", and the various explanations of the first soldier and the salute at this moment, were all deliberately planned by him in advance.

These thoughts turned and turned in Su Yiyang's heart, but his face was silent.

"I can't make it clearer what the difference is. Su Yiyang's smiling eyes bent slightly, and he said jokingly, "Teacher Duan Yueqin plays well, Teacher Li's drum is also real kung fu, that little Tsing Yi is in good condition, and he can sing it even if he exercises more, but a few of you get together to perform this "The Legend of the West Chamber", and what is presented is ugly." ”

Su Yiyang said these words very politely, Li Hetian, as the pillar of the martial arts, is notoriously arrogant, and it is not an exaggeration to say that those eyes are on the top of the brain, when have you heard such words, and your face darkened at the moment.

"If you really like Peking Opera, you don't understand and don't have eyesight, I don't blame you, and I don't mind being an anonymous teacher today, and I will mention you a few more words. But boy, if you talk like that, you'll have to-"

As he spoke, Li and Tian raised the drumstick in his hand and unceremoniously pointed in the direction of the gate.

"It's really not bad for you, an eyeless audience, to go out and turn left, and you can't send it slowly. ”