Gu Zheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head to the center, turned his back to the direction of the smoking gun, and made a simple starting ......

When he looked back, time passed, and he was amazed by the old locust tree in the courtyard, and under the locust tree, a big rough man with a stunned face.

At this time, Gu Zheng's shadow under the night light had already been dragged long, just a little handsome's ordinary face, but at this time, it seemed to be a little blurred by this light.

In a gesture, this rough man who had no image just now stuffed with mustard mounds, the moment he stood up from the front of the small dining table, it was like a person, and he could no longer see clearly.

A person, standing under the lamp, moving his steps lightly, waving his sleeves slowly, turning his face, is actually smiling without showing his teeth and his sleeves without showing his fingers, just like a lady of all people.

If this is nothing, after Gu Zheng's thin lips were lightly opened, and the willow warbler-like voice came out in the distance, the smoking gun that was still sitting at the small table had nothing left in his eyes at this time.

……

Tsing Yi is a dream, caring about the years;

Hua Dan is wine, which is made in the years;

It was originally Hua Dan, and gradually Tsing Yi.

……

This person, this scene, this song, this love,

It has been mixed together, floating in this quiet courtyard, echoing above this impetuous society.

Let the people who passed by this small courtyard from afar, the pace of rushing home also slowed down by three points, and the impetuous stuffiness that was holding their stomachs because of the illusion of the day also dissipated in an instant.

Just imagine, we used to be Hua Dan-like characters.

Delicate and clever, cheering,

Young and impetuous, but also energetic.

Like a poplar flower in March, it flies all over the sky and hits people's faces.

A smile and a smile are heartfelt.

But since when is it time, is it life, or is it the shackles in one's heart?

Let's complete the transition from Hua Dan to Tsing Yi?

gradually became a dignified and elegant, pleasing to the eye and low eyebrows, chanting and singing about firewood, rice, oil, salt and human warmth.

A song and a sigh are always about the love of Da Tsing Yi?

When I look at Hua Dan, I see the joy of half a life,

Let's look at Tsing Yi...... But he can see clearly the sorrow of a lifetime.

When the song in Gu Zheng's mouth slowly fell, I don't know when, the wide mouth of the cigarette gun also closed, just looked at Gu Zheng under the lamp in a daze, and his thoughts seemed to follow the paused tune and flew away together.

Gu Zheng, who was in a state of adjustment, rolled his eyes, changed the messy shelf he had just ended, walked straight to the front of the smoking gun, patted him on the shoulder, and reminded: "Hey, brother, come back to your senses, wake up." ”

"If you delay your work any longer, it will be the middle of the night, and even if someone wants to lend you a costume, you won't be able to find anyone. ”

"Oooh oh. Gu Zheng interrupted the startled smoking gun, and instantly came back to his senses, at this time, he grabbed Gu Zheng's arm, his eyes flashed with a light called excitement, and said with a little excitement: "Brother Gu Zheng, our celebration is stable!"

"No matter what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, what kind of appraisers of the Cultural Bureau, or investigators of the Urban Construction Planning Bureau, there is only one way to go in front of your brother. ”

"That's kneeling and singing conquest!"

"Sure enough, it's a folk master, you wait, brother, my brother will borrow you clothes, not only that, but that line must be a full set, a full set!"

"You wait, my brother is going!"

"Hey, hey!" Gu Zheng here only listened to half of the words, and the smoking gun over there rushed out of the small courtyard in a hurry, and ran away with a jump of smoke.

Just looking at the back, Gu Zheng had already seen that the smoking gun had already made two difficult jumps on the road.

Is this fun crazy?

But what the hell is the investigator of the Cultural Affairs Bureau? Why don't you leave after explaining what you have to say?

Gu Zheng, who couldn't get an answer, simply didn't plan to dwell on it.

Anyway, by tomorrow morning's celebration, everything will be clear.

Turning his head, he could only clean up the scraps and send them to this food box.

The box of Beiping Restaurant is still waiting for Gu Zheng to send it back in the end, and there is no one to do this aftermath work.

Gu Zheng, who was willing, opened his eyes, and it was time for the sun to shine.

I didn't even have time to do my daily morning run, and I was pulled by a smoking gun to the backyard of Lotus Terrace in the innermost part of the commercial street.

In the middle of it, there is a set of costumes hung with professional hangers, standing in front of the makeup mirror in the last row, which is very conspicuous.

And Gu Zheng, who saw this costume, raised his eyebrows at the smoking gun that pulled him over with great interest, and asked: "Brother smoke gun, you really trust me, and you are looking for such a single costume." ”

"Do you know that this kind of costume can only be used in the role of Yu Ji in the excerpt of "Overlord Unique". ”

"It's not like other Tsing Yi Hua Dan, you can also deal with each other if you make do with it, aren't you really afraid that I won't be able to sing this segment?"

But who Cheng thought that the smoking gun on the side was justified and returned: "If you want to talk about the reverse string, you can sing so movingly even the characters I rarely hear, isn't this rotten street overlord Farewell Concubine handy?"

Hearing this, Gu Zheng, who covered his face, was simply chest tightness and shortness of breath, and the more familiar the singing segment, the more he was tested and demanded by all directions.

This was originally produced in 1922, which was actually specially customized for Master Mei Lanfang, and was divided into two genres in the process of continuous interpretation.

But this symbol is too obvious Yu Ji clothes, but it is a classic that has not changed over the years.

So far, I can only pray that the people who came to attend the ceremony this time are neighbors, people who are familiar with this gang.

If there is that more serious, I really have to show a little bit of housekeeping skills.

I don't know the skills of this self-contained Master Gu, I don't practice during the day, so don't be unfamiliar.

Gu Zheng, who was resigned to his fate, sat upright in front of the makeup mirror, and when he picked up the eyebrow makeup pencil in his hand, a familiar feeling flowed from his fingers to his heart.

The deep-rooted soul that belongs to the opera people seems to be awakened by this small pen.

Gu Zheng, who was dressing up in front of the mirror...... settled.

The makeup of the opera is so magical.

The color of the wheat skin changes because of the obscuration of the rice-like white powder.

The overly resolute eyebrows have also been gentle for years.

The radiant eyes were transformed into Gu Pansheng's posture, although it was not as amazing as the anti-string amazing effect that the delicate facial features could produce...... But under Gu Zheng's wonderful brushwork, it also adds a bit of charm, coupled with the transformation of his gestures and steps.

If you are a few meters away from the stage, looking at it from a distance, a pretty beauty is slowly appearing.

I don't see half of a man's true colors anymore.

Gu Zheng here is painting, witnessing the whole process of the smoking gun, but he blinks desperately.

There were only two words left in his mouth, and he kept shouting and shouting: "I'll go!

As if he didn't do so, he couldn't hide his surprise at this time.

Seeing the reaction of the smoking gun, Gu Zheng, who had painted his makeup, made a follow-up action that made him even more amazing, this man of this size skillfully pasted the spikelets on Yu Ji's forehead, and the dreadlocks on his temples were pasted into the shape of a moon gate.

After he put the shiny rhinestone dot emerald crown on his head, the cigarette gun just clutched his chest and wanted to sit aside to rest.

His legs were weak and his heart was beating hard.

The bead curtain on the Ruyi crown that only Yu Ji can bring drooped, and when Gu Zheng looked at the makeup left and right, it also swayed together.

With a bit of heroic posture, it is different from the sassy state of ordinary women.

After seeing that the makeup at the corners of his eyes was symmetrical and the headdress on his forehead was even, Gu Zheng stood up from the mirror and began to take off the clothes on the hanger on the side layer by layer, and put them on his body one by one.

Ancient costumes, fish scale armor and haute couture cloaks, there is only one person who can wear them like this, and there is only one in the appearance of Peking Opera.

This role, called Hua Shan, is a fusion of the characteristics of various characters such as Hua Dan, Tsing Yi, Dao Ma Dan, etc., and what is required is to be proficient in chanting and proofing, and the end is not a comprehensive exercise that ordinary people can do.

This costume inlaid with rivets symbolizing the military general, in order to reflect Yu Ji's fortitude, is also the beautiful costume waistline to the extreme.

To be able to borrow such a gorgeous costume embroidered with peonies and dragons and phoenixes, it must have wasted a lot of work on smoking guns, right?

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he didn't mind the other party for borrowing clothes indiscriminately without discussing it with him.

Instead, he asked in a good voice: "Brother Smoke Gun, your clothes are too professional and gorgeous, right?"

"It's definitely a costume that only you use in a normal repertoire. ”

"Where did you borrow this from?"

The smoking gun that was suddenly questioned by Gu Zheng on the side reacted at this time, and he was a little complacent when he talked about his exploits.

"Aren't we very close to the Capital Opera Academy?"

"You also know the old man of my family, he is an old ticket friend for many years, and there are few theater fans in Sijiu City who don't know him. ”

"When I first won the horn, the chaos of the city was all over the city, and I met a lot of quyi masters and teachers. ”

"No, there are several grandfathers and uncles in it, all of whom are professors and teachers in the Academy of Opera. ”

"I'm thinking about borrowing clothes, wouldn't it be too cheap to get a few of the students' usual practice clothes?"

So I went to the old man, picked up a few of everyone's private collections, and gave you a long face. ”

Hearing this, Gu Zheng, who was just about to put the lake-blue trimmed cloak on his body, shook his hand, and then said: "No, I can still even out a few points in this costume, you say it is the clothes of these anti-string masters, why don't I believe it so much?"

After all, most of them are now women to interpret the image of this Yu Ji, and many masters of the Cheng School and the Mei School have begun to accept female disciples.