Chapter 121: Burning Incense

After Wang Yao taught Xiang Linkai the most important essence of martial arts, he did not give the slightest guidance to his performance, this is his respect for Xiang Linkai, after all, everyone's performance habits are different, as long as the effect of the play is achieved. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After finishing it, it was dark again, Liu Yunqing paid out of his own pocket to invite the actors out to eat, Kong Ping and Director Yang Fan were also dragged together, and during the meal, Xiang Linkai looked at the troupe with envy Everyone seemed to like Wang Yao very much, and the atmosphere of the troupe was completely different from his troupe in the capital.

After eating, Wang Yao also deliberately said a few words to Xiang Linkai, hoping that he could think about some roles, looking at Wang Yao who got into the car with Kong Ping, Xu Feng and others, Xiang Linkai touched his chin.

"Xiao Yao is a good boy. Liu Yunqing stood beside Xiang Linkai and said with a smile.

Xiang Linkai paused for a moment and looked at Liu Yunqing, who was speaking strangely.

"Of course, so are you. Liu Yunxia smiled and patted Xiang Linkai's shoulder, "Let's go, go back and rest, and continue to work tomorrow." ”

Wang Yao doesn't have much affection for the stage, to be honest, but the applause he receives after every performance will dilute the anxiety and tension between him, and Wang Yao still enjoys the feeling of relief.

Not allowing him to perform on stage is not a serious matter for him, because he did not expect to be an active opera actor on the stage, he wants more people to like the traditional art of opera, in addition to being able to sing, the most important thing is to be able to create more scripts.

Because there are really too many people who can sing and act in Liyuan Xing, just take out a thirty-year-old or so, and you can take the lead in resisting the next play, but there are really not many authors who can write a play, or can write so that the audience who doesn't understand opera now, can like it.

Wang Yao doesn't want to be a great writer like Tang Xianzu, Li Yu, Guan Hanqing, and Wang Shifu, as long as he can get the opera out of the current miserable situation, he can be worthy of Xu Feng's kindness.

Therefore, Wang Yao doesn't attach so much importance to Xiang Linkai's 'grabbing' of his leading role, but the rest of the troupe thinks that Wang Yao values it, so they also deliberately alienate Xiang Linkai, which is very unfavorable to the stage performance, so when he had dinner at night, Wang Yao tried his best to express his mentality vaguely.

The reason for not saying it is that for the person sent by Li Zhuo, Wang Yao is really too lazy to help him deal with interpersonal relationships, after all, Xiang Linkai is an airborne soldier, and this time he came down to act as an external transfer, not if the Baihuayue Troupe is an outsider after all.

After the affairs of the troupe were dealt with, Wang Yao sat and waited for the performance, and Wang Yao, who had been thinking about how to make money all night yesterday, finally found a way to make money without going to the sea, that is, to make movies.

Let Wu Tianlai invest him to make money in Europe and the United States, it is better to invest him in making movies, although he doesn't want to make any good themes now, because he has to learn from these film directors.

Wang Yao agreed to Director Yang Fan's invitation to serve as the art consultant of this film, which made Xu Feng a little puzzled, and on the way home of the master and apprentice, Xu Feng asked, "Why do you suddenly want to get that thing?"

"Do you have an opinion about the movie?" Wang Yao smiled.

"That's not it, I just don't think you're in good contact with those right now. Xu Feng shook his head, "That's the most chaotic Vanity Fair, if it goes crooked, how embarrassing it will be for me as a master." ”

"Don't worry, my determination, don't you understand?" Wang Yao smiled, "Besides, the development of opera in the future must be combined with the products of this era, keep pace with the times, and understand it." ”

"Since the eighties, there have been many old people who have studied opera movies, by the way, the first movie in the Dragon Kingdom was an opera movie, but there has been no movement for so many years, what does it mean?" Xu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Instructions are waiting for me. Wang Yao grinned.

"Hubris. Xu Feng scolded with a smile.

"Your apprentice, I don't have the qualifications to be arrogant now?" Wang Yao smiled.

"Of course not, at no time, should be qualified to be arrogant. Xu Feng smiled, "But it's better for you to get in touch with something new, after all, you are a young person, and you can't be as pedantic as us old guys." ”

"None of you are pedantic. Wang Yao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master, I still don't think about fame and fortune." ”

"That's more dangerous, you've got to pursue it a little. Xu Feng frowned.

"My pursuit, first set a small goal, get the opera up, and then talk about it. Wang Yao smiled and looked out the window at the drizzle, "The first rain in autumn this year?"

"No, it's been a long time ago. Xu Feng smiled.

"That was the first rain I've ever seen in autumn. Wang Yao chuckled and said, "Good sign." ”

"Several of your uncles wanted to come and see you, but I stopped them. Xu Feng looked at Wang Yao and smiled.

"I'm not sick. Wang Yao smiled, "Don't worry, this blow is not a blow to me." ”

"That's not it, they're going to sort out the books of the ancestors and give them to you. Xu Feng said with a smile.

"Okay, when the time comes, I will publish a book of "History of Yue Opera". Wang Yao said with a smile.

"You kid doesn't seem to know how to be tired. Xu Feng looked at Wang Yao gently.

"Young and energetic. Wang Yao grinned, "But to be honest, I really want to write a book on history." ”

"What?" Xu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"In case I really can't, leave some experience and see if I can help future generations. Wang Yao touched his nose in embarrassment, "Leave yourself a way back." ”

"You just have to do your own thing, and that's fine. Xu Feng patted Wang Yao on the shoulder, "Any prosperity will not be carried out by one person." ”

Wang Yao blinked, nodded, looked at the car and stopped, and smiled at Xu Feng, "Master, I've gotten out of the car, be careful when you go back, the road in the yard is slippery." ”

"Take care of several gentlemen. Xu Feng waved his hand.

Wang Yao smiled and ran into the alley.

"Xiao Yao really looks like a big child. Mao Weitao, who was driving, smiled, "When I first met, I didn't dare to squeak in the car." ”

"yes, it's getting too fast. Xu Feng closed the door and smiled, "It's a little worried." ”

"Maybe it's the gap between geniuses and mortals, as long as you give him a lever, you can really pry the earth. Mao Weitao chuckled.

"yes. Xu Feng looked at the gradually heavy rain outside the window, and muttered to himself, "I just don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. ”

Wang Yao trotted all the way home along the eaves of Hefang Street, Mr. Qigong and they were still talking at night with candles in the house, there were several more tables in the house, and there was an incense burner on the coffee table, which was specially sent by Mr. Ma, and it was burned with top-level dragon birthday incense.

Burning incense is an ancient tradition in China, at the beginning because of the expulsion of mosquitoes and purifying the air, in ancient times, incense burning was combined with sacrifices, and it was believed that incense burning was a channel to communicate with the gods, because the cigarette burned, and the gas floated upwards until it was gone.

Later, it had the meaning of religious incense.

Later, the Chinese civilization gradually progressed, and more and more attention was paid to incense, more and more mythology, from the folk to the imperial court, from practicality to sacredness and culture.

Ancient literati, burning incense to discuss the Tao, burning incense to paint and chant poetry, etc., some incense, a stick of incense is from time to time, it is convenient to time while chatting too much to forget the time, and it is the incense that can help to refresh the mind and evolve the air.

And with the advancement of incense culture, the incense burner culture has also flourished together, and among the unearthed cultural relics, the incense burner is the most common kind of funeral utensils, which is enough to see the love of the former magnates for the incense burner.

At the same time, there are many types of incense, such as line incense, plate incense, tower incense, incense pills, incense powder, incense seals, incense ointment, and so on.

Now the incense in the incense burner is the incense stick, which is burning in the three-legged bronze incense burner with a dragon and a phoenix.

Dragon birthday incense is a relatively precious medicinal material, from the excrement of the whale whale production, dragon birthday incense is very precious, because the medicinal value is very high, in the "Compendium of Materia Medica" records there is a blood, the essence of benefit, the yang road, the role of Tongli blood, incense burning with this raw material, not only can refresh, but also can promote the blood circulation of the elderly.

"The three major collections of ancient literati, Lanting, West Garden and Yushan, today the three gentlemen of Hefang Street in West Lake sat down and said, if they are painted, they are not weaker than the "West Garden Elegant Collection". Wang Yao shook the rain on his head and smiled.

"People's "West Garden Collection" has the master Wang Shu (Shen) and Su Shi, Su Zhe, Huang Luzhi, Qin Guan, Li Gonglin, Mi Fu and Master Yuantong A group of literati and scholars will meet, we are three old, weak, sick and disabled people here to pick up people's teeth. Mr. Big chewed something on the corner of his mouth and sat in the rocking chair with a vague smile.

"But don't say it, Xiao Yao and Wang Shu have the same surname. Mr. Qigong cupped his eyes and said with a smile.

"The bell sends the twilight chicken to announce the dawn. The dawn urges each other, when is the world over? Thousands of hatreds and sorrows have grown old, and grass still grows in spring.

There are many people in busy places, and there are few idle places, and few people know that there is time in idle places. The tall buildings are slim alone, and the end of the world is a little green mountain. Mr. Hu Congwu smiled and chanted a poem, and glanced at Wang Yao, "Xiaoyao not only has the same surname, but also has a good relationship with Wang Yuma." ”

Wang Yao was stunned, walked to the mirror and looked at it, his face was red, and he quickly wiped it on his cheeks and wiped off the faint lipstick marks on it.