Chapter 131 The drama is bigger than the sky

After the news of the successful performance of "The Legend of Wu Xun" spread from Hangzhou to the capital, Li Zhuo was preparing for this encirclement and suppression. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

First of all, this subject matter is sensitive, and secondly, the northern opera has always had opinions on the southern opera, although they are declining together, but they still have each other's opinions, and after Li Zhuo came out of the Mei family, he no longer had any control, and in just a few days, he established a president of the National Opera Development Association, and pulled a large number of mainstream troupes into the group.

Although Li Zhuo did not explain why Young Master Mei cleaned up the portal, it has been rumored in the circle that he has something to do with Wang Yao, because according to the 'relevant person', Wang Yao once visited Young Master Mei in the days when he was hospitalized, and he was also the only junior of Liyuan Xing who was received.

So various versions of grievances and hatreds appeared, and "The Legend of Wu Xun" was born, which made many people red-eyed, and naturally Wang Yao was even more unhappy.

Wu Xun is a sensitive character, and the whole country was shocked when he was criticized, but when he calmed down, he did nothing, only a few newspapers published the apology news, and they did not promote it.

The academic and educational circles were also silent, because they really didn't dare to say anything in that environment back then, and it was a reward to be calm.

After 1985, fifteen years have passed, and people still have no understanding of such a great folk figure, a pioneer in the field of education, and even the special person who has been recorded in the official history has not been recorded in textbooks, and there are even very few monographs about him on the market.

During the Republic of China, as long as you have gone to school, you will know that martial arts training, because of him, there is modern education today.

And the Western civilian educator of almost the same era as Wu Xun, Pestalozzi, his experience is similar to Wu Xun, he is also working on his own while teaching education to poor children, although he failed, but his spirit and ideas have always been praised by the West, and as long as it is a Western education cause, he will put this as a model.

But on the other hand, Wu Xun succeeded, there are three schools of righteousness, and he has won educational opportunities for countless poor children for decades, but now no one knows about it.

Li Zhuo grasped the psychology of most of them, that is, what he said would not be wrong, and he could downplay the fact that Wu Xun had been calmed down to exert public opinion pressure on Wang Yao, and I believe that the media would not be willing to touch the mold on this issue, after all, they must protect themselves.

When no one clarifies it, it naturally becomes 'fact' and lies become facts.

And Li Zhuo is very smart to control his influence in Hangzhou, which will not cause any accidents.

If Wang Yao didn't have the help of Mr. Qigong and Zhao Lirong, then Li Zhuo's plan would undoubtedly succeed, in Hangzhou, Wang Gu and Wu Xun would be scolded bloody, and after the turmoil passed for half a month, this matter was just a trivial incident that happened at the end of Hangzhou in 2000.

Because the people are the most forgetful, if no one reminds them.

Some people may think of it again, and tell their descendants that there was a 'landlord hooligan' called Wu Xun in history, who lent usury and oppressed the peasants, and there was also a singer who made up his story, and finally the lie was exposed by the report of 'justice'.

Spread rumors and move your mouth, clarify and break your legs.

This is the era of eyeballs, this is the indifference to the facts, and this is the future of the Dragon Country Media.

Don't ask if it's right, just listen to it.

Without independent thinking, there is no ability to understand, and it is impossible to distinguish between right and wrong, let alone punish evil and promote good.

It's like chicken ribs, just for entertainment.

Entertainment to restore the country, gossip to prosper the country.

But Li Zhuo didn't calculate, some people.

Ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the blood.

When he was socializing with a group of senior cadres in the evening, Li Zhuo received a phone call, and at the same time, everyone present received calls one after another.

Something is wrong!

In front of the West Square of the West Theater, there was a large-scale clash with more than 100 people, causing a huge sensation.

Two groups of people, one group of older people, all in their fifties and sixties, held signs that 'hit all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods' blocked the door of the Xizi Theater.

The other group was a group of young people, who looked like students in school, holding signs that were looking at the propaganda of martial arts, and the two groups began to confront each other in the afternoon, until the performance was approaching, and the old men blocked the troupe that was about to enter.

Liu Yunqing, as the head of the regiment, stepped forward to negotiate without success, and more and more people came to see the excitement.

"Auntie, if you have something to say, you are blocking here to obstruct official business and break the law. Mao Weitao persuaded softly.

"Breaking the law, breaking what law? It is the duty of our people to defend it, and you sing the enemy of the people, you are anti-, traitors, and lackeys, phew!" a lady with red silk wrapped around her arm scolded angrily, and at the same time spat at Mao Weitao.

"How do you spit on others? Are you educated!" Originally, with the mentality of watching the excitement, He Saifei saw that Mao Weitao was attacked, and immediately scolded angrily.

"How can the little lady talk, we can be your mother when we are old? you tell us about upbringing?

"Being old makes sense? My grandfather is 100 years old this year, are you kneeling down and kowtowing?" another female member of the troupe stepped forward to stop Mao Weitao and shouted angrily.

"You anti-, we worked tirelessly and tirelessly back then, so we shouldn't let you moths give birth, it's really a big sin!" I thought that the secret old man scolded and said, "I don't understand any etiquette, I did something wrong to fool the people, you are sinners!"

"Why am I born to my parents, and I have a chicken feather relationship with you? Don't put gold on your face, a group of old immortals, tell you, don't rely on the old and sell the old here, we are underage, and we will kill you and go to prison for three years at most, don't get out of here!" At this time, a boy in a younger grade stood up and scolded angrily, throwing the sign in his hand on the ground, "Get out!"

"How can this child speak! Is there any upbringing!" The eldest lady over there was stunned and scolded back, "There is no heavenly reason, and there is no ethics!"

"Hehe, holding up the sign of reaching the bull ghost snake god to say heavenly principles, you are also slapping yourself in the face, and you are also living to this age, and your face is alive to the dog. He Saifei pulled the little boy to the back and sneered.

"Hey, the stinky girl can't talk, squirting feces all over her mouth!" the uncle on the other side scolded angrily.

The scene was extremely chaotic, the two sides scolded each other, and the crowd of onlookers was three layers inside and three layers outside, and they all watched the excitement.

After a stalemate of more than ten minutes, Wang Yao was late, squeezed into the center of the crowd with his own strength, and saw that the two groups of people were scolding each other for a moment, and then took out the newly bought mask from his pocket, tied the black veil and walked between the two groups.

He Saifei, who was scolding, saw Wang Yaoleng for a moment, and the classmates brought by Zhu Xiaoxia were also stunned, and blurted out "Wang Gu?"

The troupe and students stopped, and the group of old people on the opposite side also stopped and looked at Wang Yao.

"Why are you here?" Liu Yunqing's expression tightened, and he grabbed Wang Yao and asked in a low voice.

Wang Yao gently pushed him away, looking outside at Zhu Xiaoxia's group of students, the anger on the faces of these peers was already overflowing, and several classmates had red eyes, looking a little hideous, and everyone gasped for breath.

Because scolding the street is really a physically demanding thing.

Looking at this group of angry peers, Wang Yao wanted to laugh, but he was very moved and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

The most ordinary opera actor can speak loudly for at least 50 square meters, not to mention Wang Yao's strengthened voice and body, it is not an exaggeration to call it a loud bell.

"Mr. Wang Gu, this group of old immortals are making trouble. Zhu Xiaoxia came back to her senses, because she didn't know Wang Yao's true identity, and she could only call her Mr. for her respect for "The Legend of Wu Xun".

"Old Immortal, who are you talking about?" Wang Yao frowned, his voice reproachful.

Zhu Xiaoxia was stunned, the troupe and the students were stunned, and even the onlookers were stunned.

Wang Gu's appearance is too special, coupled with the criticism of the newspaper, basically everyone knows that this person is the author of this play and the central figure of the topic, and it should be from the side of the troupe and students, there is no doubt about it.

But I didn't expect this Wang Gu to blame his teammates as soon as he opened his mouth, and this bias was unbelievable enough, almost beyond everyone's expectations.

"Wang Gu, what are you talking about?" He Saifei was the first to come back to his senses, frowning and his face was slightly cold, they pulled down their faces and scolded this group of old immortals, wasn't it for him?

"This is my own business, and I'm glad you can come to help, but in the face of some old people, you shouldn't be inferior, even if they are a group of mentally retarded and Alzheimer's. Wang Yao's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, loud and broad.

Everyone nodded in unison, because it was indeed in line with the tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, but when I thought about it, it seemed to be scolding.

He Saifei, Zhu Xiaoxia and the others were stunned, and then laughed in unison.

"Alas, that anti-leader!" a call came from behind him.

Wang Yao frowned and turned around, raised his hand and grabbed the egg thrown at him, looking at the group of old people opposite through the black veil, Wang Yao's heart couldn't help but feel a little more desolate.

Are these the culprits of that year?

Wang Yao stretched out his hand and grabbed the action of smashing the egg again, and everyone was stunned again, even the person who threw the egg was stunned.

"The old man who scolded is immortal, I gave you face, right!" Seeing Wang Yao being smashed, He Saifei screamed angrily, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and was about to throw it out.

Wang Yao turned around suddenly, reached out and grabbed He Saifei's mobile phone that he had just taken off, stuffed it back into her hand, and looked at He Saifei's eyes full of anger and dullness through a layer of black veil.

"Obedient, wait until whatever happens, don't care, take everyone into the theater, and the show will go on as usual, if it's really for my good. Wang Yao's low voice carried orders and pleadings.

Through the black veil, He Saifei couldn't see Wang Yao's good-looking and clear eyes, and her heart was inexplicably sour, because she always felt that Wang Yao was going to do something brainless.

"Wait a minute. Wang Yao pointed at the group of old people and shouted, those old people subconsciously took a step back, because just now Wang Yao made two moves in a row, which explained a lot of problems, this young man seems to know martial arts.

"Good, obedient. Wang Yao turned his head and saw that He Saifei was red-eyed and his face was unwilling, he softened his voice, pushed her back two steps with a gentle push, and turned his head to look at Liu Yunqing, "You are the head of the group, take everyone with you, wait until you enter the theater." ”

Wang Yao's eyes couldn't be seen through the black veil, but Liu Yunqing nodded as if he felt a strong pressure that made him have to obey Wang Yao's orders.

"Brothers and sisters of the troupe, your duty is to perform. Wang Yao looked at the brothers and sisters of the troupe, said loudly, and pointed to the crowd of onlookers around him, "They are the audience, buy tickets, the play is bigger than the sky, don't forget, wait a minute, enter the theater, sing the play, sing well, you can't be sorry for the audience." ”

Wang Yao's voice was transmitted to everyone's ears, and it was like carrying different emotions, which made everyone hesitate.

The drama is bigger than the sky, which is extremely sacred for opera actors.

After getting along with Wang Yao for so long, they know what kind of person Wang Yao is and for what, so they are willing to listen to Wang Yao.

Because, the drama is bigger than the sky.