Chapter 47 Changyin Pavilion of the Forbidden City

"What nonsense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zheng Jingjing patted Mo Ke, "I'm not apprenticed to my master, I want to stay in Hangyi with my master." ”

"You want to learn to sing?" Mo Ke's eyes widened in surprise, "Do you know how hard it is to sing?"

"It's not the same with dancing. Zheng Jingjing blinked.

"Then how can the two of us perform together on stage after that!" Mo Ke's eyes widened angrily.

Zheng Jingjing chuckled and poked Mo Ke's bulging cheeks with her fingers, "Oh, you are a soloist who shoulders the inheritance of classical dance, even if I am on the same stage with you, I will not have a chance, unless I am your dance partner." ”

"You liar. Mo Ke bit his pink lip and looked like he wanted to cry.

"By the way, I saw Zhou Gongzi himself two days ago. Zheng Jingjing said with a sudden wink.

"Really, isn't it particularly beautiful!" Mo Ke's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, and then realized that Zheng Jingjing seemed to be changing the subject, and pinched her cheek angrily, "You've become bad." ”

"I really saw it, and the international chapter. Zheng Jingjing held Mo Ke's hand and smiled.

"Oh my God. Mo Ke's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's all beautiful. Zheng Jingjing smiled, "We also watched "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon". ”

"It's not released yet. Mo Ke exclaimed.

"It's very good-looking, and it's a good shot. Zheng Jingjing smiled and bent the corners of her eyes, then glanced at Wang Yao, and repeated Wang Yao's words about the last time she analyzed the movie.

Hearing this, Mo Kexiao's face was full of admiration and envy.

"No, when did you know how to watch it like this?" was immersed in the tall scene depicted by Zheng Jingjing, Mo Ke suddenly shook his head and squinted his eyes, "With your cultural level, how can you see this." ”

"Ahh Zheng Jingjing pursed her lips dissatisfied.

"I don't know you yet, what else is there besides rote memorization and dead work?" Mo Ke rolled his eyes and said, "Did the two teachers of the International Chapter or Zhou Gongzi tell you? Or did your master tell you?"

Zheng Jingjing blinked, "I won't tell you." ”

"Hmph. Mo Ke pouted.

The two little girls are entangled and talking and laughing, this picture is extremely beautiful, especially the pair of big white legs, Wang Yao was upset when he saw it, and finally served the food.

The blue and white porcelain plates with large basins contain sliced meat, and there are some good-looking duck racks, duck gizzards and the like, about 20 dishes of all sizes, and a table is placed.

Wang Yao glanced at it and swallowed his saliva.

"That's a lot, it's too much money. "Mao Weitao is well-informed, this is more than the whole duck banquet in Quanjude, and it must be expensive.

"It's okay, it's all public funding anyway. Zheng Xixi lowered his voice and pretended to whisper.

Mao Weitao smiled and took the wrapped meat from Zheng Xixi.

"Trouble a pot of rice, a little bigger. Zheng Jingjing suddenly stopped the waiter and said.

The waiter was stunned and a little surprised.

The amount of dishes on this table is almost ten servings, and with the special pastry, it should be enough to eat.

"Why do you want rice? Don't you like to eat cakes?" Mo Ke looked at Zheng Jingjing suspiciously.

"Lately I like to eat rice. Zheng Jingjing rolled her eyes, and gestured to the waiter the size of a basin, "Excuse me, it's a little bigger." ”

The waiter looked at Zheng Jingjing's beautiful face and emaciated figure, nodded, and retreated with some doubts.

Wang Yao looked at Zheng Jingjing with some gratitude, he knew that Zheng Jingjing was helping her ask for it.

"This one is so wrapped and eaten. Seeing that Wang Yao added meat and stuffed it into his mouth, Mo Ke interrupted him with a smile, and then wrapped one himself for demonstration and handed it to him, "This is more delicious, otherwise it will be tasteless." ”

Wang Yao took it a little embarrassed, "Thank you." ”

"I haven't listened to you, and I thought I was dumb. Mo Ke smiled out of the corner of his eye.

Wang Yaogan laughed twice and ate with his head bored.

"Usually he can talk about it, maybe it's a confession. Mao Weitao said with a smile, glaring at Wang Yao, "Eat more." ”

Wang Yao understood what Mao Weitao meant, that is, let him eat less, and the province was watched by onlookers.

In the end, the waiter didn't use the basin to serve the rice, but just used a half-sized ceramic basin, Zheng Jingjing took a small bite, pushed it in front of Wang Yao, and pretended not to care and said, "I can't eat it, you can eat the rest." ”

Wang Yao licked the oil from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Zheng Xixi raised his eyebrows and glanced at the vague interaction between the two and smiled.

As a real sister, she could naturally feel the special treatment of Wang Yao, an ordinary boy, from her sister, who had never been waiting to see anyone.

She also felt amazing, why her sister's eyes were so strange.

Mo Ke is even more strange, Mo Ke's family and Zheng Jingjing's family are world friends, both of them are the same age, they have played since childhood, they are best friends who are closer than sisters, and later Zheng Jingjing followed her parents to the south, and the relationship between the two has not cooled, but has become deeper and deeper.

may be because they really fall in love with each other, their understanding of each other has even surpassed their own, Zheng Jingjing's abnormality to Wang Yao also made Mo Ke very curious, and kept looking at Wang Yao, wanting to see what is magical about this boy who is not good-looking.

But after looking at it for a while, Mo Ke really found a magical place, the pot of rice that he was going to eat for two days, Wang Yao actually ate it quietly, and most of the dishes on the table seemed to have been solved by him

Could it be that Zheng Jingjing likes to eat?

Mo Ke turned his head to look at Zheng Jingjing in surprise.

After eating and cooking for a while, Zheng Xixi came back with a phone call and took them to the Forbidden City.

It was almost eight o'clock, and the visitor area of the Forbidden City was no longer open, so Zheng Xixi found an acquaintance to open it before they could enter.

As soon as he entered, Wang Yao felt an indescribable atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, and it made him feel inexplicably kind.

"This is where our Peking Opera Company made its fortune. After everyone passed through a magnificent square, they arrived at a courtyard that was particularly quiet under the moonlight, Mao Weitao said with a smile.

Changyin Pavilion, for the Qing court court acting building, countless princes and nobles and several emperors have seen the play here, the pear orchard line can fly in the Ming and Qing dynasties, this courtyard has witnessed the rise and fall of opera for hundreds of years, from a folk opera, all of a sudden has become a court appreciation.

Wang Yao looked at this three-story platform, I don't know why he felt an inexplicable desolate atmosphere, and followed the guide invited by Zheng Xixi to shuttle through all corners of Changyin Pavilion, Wang Yao's face became more and more solemn, and finally stepped on the stage on the first floor after the repair, looked up at the shape of the roof of the first floor of the beam, and squinted his eyes.

This is a kind of cover that all theaters will have, the principle is similar to the current microphone, the sound is transmitted through this cover, which can better spread to all directions and farther places, and some exquisite covers also have the function of reverberation.

There is an idiom that the aftermath is around the beam, and it is this kind of beam cover that is around.

Mao Weitao had a sense of seriousness on his face and bowed to this stage.

The predecessors on this stage, without them, there would be no current art of opera.

Wang Yao also bowed in the same way as Mao Weitao.

"Master Mao, do you want to go up and raise your voice?" Zheng Xixi said with a smile behind him.

"I'll forget it, this is the holy land of Peking Opera. Mao Weitao smiled and looked sideways at Wang Yao.

"By the way, teacher, what stage did Yue Opera sing on in the past?" Wang Yao suddenly asked.

"It's also like this, but it may be a little more shabby than this, after all, Yue Opera is not a court opera, it was just a folk tune at that time. Mao Weitao said with a smile.

"I learned a singing section a few days ago, can you listen to it?" Wang Yao said with a smile.