Tao Zhiqiu's words couldn't be more straightforward, how could Cheng Xiaolou not hear the meaning of his words.

"Sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. ”

Cheng Xiaolou politely picked up the blue and white teacup in front of him and took a sip, then got up and said: "Mr. Tao is serious, since this is the case, then Xiaolou will play ugly with both hands, and ask this Yulihong sister and everyone to help with advice." ”

Since he had already guessed that there would be such a thing, how could he show his cowardice!

When Cheng Xiaolou took off his coat, after a few glances in the courtyard, he walked straight to a row of shelves where musical instruments were placed, and took a pipa casually.

"Huh, what is he going to do, is he still proficient in the piano?"

When everyone saw Cheng Xiaolou take a pipa, find a chair and sit down with Erlang's legs crossed, they couldn't help but be slightly puzzled.

"Maybe he was cowardly, and deliberately pretended to be a ghost with a broken lute. ”

Yu Lihong saw the pipa in Cheng Xiaolou's hand, and an unnatural flash flashed in her eyes, and she pouted and sneered and mocked.

Even Tao Zhiqiu and a young woman who was snuggled at the gate of the courtyard at some point, and their figures were extremely outstanding, there was a trace of curiosity and surprise on their faces.

The drummers in Liyuan have special musicians, and few Peking Opera performers are familiar with silk strings.

The so-called specialization in the art industry is like this.

Not only were these outsiders surprised and curious, but even Duan Lanquan, who had grown up with him since he was a child, was also a little confused the moment he picked up the pipa and sat down decently.

Cheng Xiaolou didn't seem to see the surprise and confusion on everyone's faces, and plucked the strings by himself to try the timbre before he raised his head and said with a smile: "All of you here are peers and seniors in the pear orchard industry, and you naturally know that singing, reading, and playing are the four artistic means of Peking Opera, and they are also the four basic skills in our industry. ”

Without waiting for someone to interject, he immediately continued: "Singing and playing, singing is at the front." This means that singing is the most important of these four basic skills. ”

"I think you all know that the first step in learning singing skills is to shout and hang your voice, expand the vocal range, volume, exercise the endurance and timbre of the singing voice, distinguish the four tones of yin and yang, sharp round and voiced, five tones and four calls, and practice skills such as articulation, rhyme, spout, and moistening. ”

But what is more important in singing is to be good at using vocal skills to express the character, feelings and mental state of the characters, and to express the hearts of the people in the play through the artistic appeal of vocal music. ”

When Cheng Xiaolou said this, many people had impatience on their faces.

What he said is the simplest common sense, and anyone who eats this bowl of rice knows it.

Just when Yu Lihong was about to speak sneeringly, Cheng Xiaolou smiled and continued: "Peking Opera is an art that is constantly refined and sublimated, it has a very strong inclusiveness, Peking Opera itself is formed by integrating a variety of local operas, I believe that most of you here have dabbled in other operas when learning Peking Opera, maybe some people here used to rely on singing vulgar and vulgar tunes to eat." ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Xiaolou's gaze seemed to fall on Yuli's red face unintentionally.

The others also seemed to hear what he meant, and suddenly turned their heads to look at Yu Lihong.

Before Yulihong sang on stage in Yulang Theater, she ran a single gang to sing a minor tune for a while, which is not a secret at all, and almost everyone in Yulang Theater knows it.

Of course, Cheng Xiaolou naturally knows this.

"The surname is Cheng, what do you mean, you deliberately came to expose my shortcomings, right?!"

Yu Lihong's pretty face turned red in front of everyone's eyes, and she glared at him fiercely through gritted teeth and shouted.

As Cheng Xiaolou said, she did sing a minor key before, and because of the venue of the performance and the quality of the audience, it is inevitable that the minor key will be mixed with obscene words.

Compared with the orthodox quintessential Peking Opera, the minor tune is simply something that cannot be put on the stage in this world.

"Sister Hong, Xiao Lou doesn't understand what you said, I think you have misunderstood. ”

Cheng Xiaolou didn't care at all about Yu Lihong's vicious words, and always had a clean and bright smile on his face.

"It just so happened that I was idle some time ago and composed a small tune to sing and play, and I would like to ask you for more advice. ”

Cheng Xiaolou's waist pole instantly straightened, his eyes suddenly became focused, he gently plucked the strings, and played a string of soft overtones and said in a round tone: "Suzhou Pingdan" Fenglin Night Park". ”

After entering the state, Cheng Xiaolou didn't care about everyone's expressions, his left hand was pressed or broken on the silk strings, and his right hand was sometimes light and heavy, and he was plucking the strings quickly and slowly.

Cheng Xiaolou was born in a family of pear orchards, and has been engaged in the pear orchard business since his grandfather's generation, and his family education is very originated.

Just like Master Mei Lanfang, he also has a musician uncle who is very good at playing the drum and piano, and he has been smart and studious since he was a child, and he has also been forced by the old man's stick since he was a child, and he learns erhu and pipa in his spare time.

In the words of Cheng Xiaolou's grandfather, only by being familiar with every aspect of Peking Opera can it be possible to achieve the ultimate performance of Peking Opera.

Later, for a period of time, he was forced to make a living, and he also made a guest appearance in Shanghai and sang Pingdan, and worked as a musician in the opera troupe.

Tactful, crisp, bright, and grainy tunes slowly flowed out from Cheng Xiaolou's fingertips, and many people who listened to it were stunned.

"I thought he was just bluffing, but I didn't expect it to be really bad. ”

Someone looked at Cheng Xiaolou, who was sitting on the chair with his own style, and couldn't help but muttered softly in his mouth.

"Moonset...... Cry ...... Frost fills the sky. ”

The pipa in Cheng Xiaolou's hand was low and soft, with the gentle voice unique to Suzhou Water Town, slowly flowing out like a gurgling stream.

The short seven-character poem was sung by him in three sentences. With the crispness and granularity of "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate", all the cracks fell into the hearts of everyone.

"It's a gentle tune, and it's so comfortable. The moon falls and the sky is full of frost, what a beautiful artistic conception ......"

The pretty third sister in a light white gauze skirt leaned on the blue brick wall at the entrance of the backyard, looking fixedly at the young man who was engrossed in plucking the strings, and she was stunned for a while.

Cheng Xiaolou, who was immersed in Wu Nong's soft words, didn't know that as soon as he opened his mouth, he grabbed the hearts of the people behind him.

Jiang Feng ...... Fishing Fire ...... Sleepless"

"Gusu...... Out-of-town ...... Hanshan Temple"

"Midnight...... Bell...... To the passenger boat"

After the adaptation of this poem "Fengqiao Night Park" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji into Suzhou Pingtan, it sang more and more of the strong sense of picture and faint sorrow depicted in the poem.

After singing in a low-voiced female voice in the Suzhou dialect, Cheng Xiaolou felt that it was not enjoyable, and sang it again with a male voice full of magnetism and Beijing rhyme.

After singing twice, the whole courtyard was silent, which was exactly the same as when he sang "Suolin Bag" on the stage of Rongchun Hall two days ago.