Chapter 82 "Flowers as a Matchmaker"

There is an old saying in Liyuan Xing, theater fans are born, and they can't be forced, and the words are right, but it also reflects the atmosphere of contemporary Liyuan Xing from another aspect, and some are not enterprising. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Door-to-door is not called buying and selling, any art wants to continue to develop, it needs to be inherited and innovated, and it needs to be popularized, even though there are some natural theater fans, but Liyuan Line has never been in the public eye, and one day, it will become a posthumous statue of the museum.

Wang Yao doesn't dare to say that he is in love with opera now, but at least because after understanding it, he understands the charm of opera, not only the babbling singing, but also the philosophy of life and reflection in opera.

What is staged on stage is a dream, and what people in the audience are watching is a piece of history.

There don't seem to be as many people watching the play in the evening as there are in the afternoon, but the first floor is still full, and there are many vacant seats on the second floor upstairs, and Wang Yao still watches the play with Mao Weitao on the first floor.

As soon as they sat down, the theater was in a commotion, and Young Master Mei and the others, who were sitting in the front, took the lead in getting up and walking towards the door with Mr. Qigong, and then everyone got up and looked at the door curiously, I don't know who came, and the two gentlemen went to greet them.

"Is she here?" Mao Weitao raised his eyebrows.

"Who?" asked Wang Yao suspiciously.

"A senior critic and an old artist, you should have also seen it, Zhao Lirong. Mao Weitao said with a respectful expression.

Wang Yao was stunned, "Is it the old lady who often goes to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"No manners. Mao Weitao glared at Wang Yao, "Wait a minute, follow me to say goodbye." ”

Wang Yao nodded, looking at the smiling old lady who was pushed in a wheelchair.

There must be several well-known figures in Huaxia, or officials, or artists, this Zhao Lirong is a well-known artist, the simple and kind image of the people's mother, which makes people remember deeply, and the humorous performances and sketches bring laughter to countless people.

He is a truly respectable people's artist.

Wang Yao doesn't know her very well, because Wang Yao doesn't know much about these celebrities, let alone that this loving old lady is a drama artist.

This kind of seniors in the industry, everyone will go to ask for peace, not only because of seniority, but also out of respect, if there were no these old artists, the current art circle environment would not be so good, they have carried through the most difficult times.

There is also an order to please An, the first to ask for peace are some juniors who are far away, most of them are troupes from the south, then from the north, and finally people from several major drama genres.

Wang Yao followed Mao Weitao and finally stepped forward to say goodbye.

Kong Ping was with the old lady for a long time, as intimate as a mother and daughter, and Li Zhuo stood behind Young Master Mei with a gentle smile.

"Uncle Zhao, Mao Mao has asked you to say goodbye. Mao Weitao bowed softly.

Zhao Lirong looked back and saw Mao Weitao, and her smile became more and more loving, "Mao Mao, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"It's my fault that I always say I'm going to visit you. Mao Weitao said respectfully.

"You're all busy, I know, it's better to be busy. Zhao Lirong said with a smile.

When Zhao Lirong and Mao Weitao were chatting, Wang Yao stood behind her obediently and bowed to Young Master Mei and Mr. Qigong.

Young Master Mei squinted and smiled and nodded, while Mr. Qigong patted Wang Yao on the shoulder.

"Uncle Zhao, this is Xu Laoxin's apprentice. Mao Weitao introduced Wang Yao.

Wang Yao stepped forward and saluted, "Hello, Uncle Zhao, my name is Wang Yao." ”

"Yulan's newly recruited apprentice?" Zhao Lirong looked at Wang Yao with some surprise.

"It's Xu Feng's. Young Master Mei smiled and spoke.

"Xiaofeng, what kind of apprentice does he accept, isn't this a misguided disciple?" Zhao Lirong paused for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, "No wonder let Mao Mao take it, it's him who shakes his hand." ”

Wang Yao smiled dryly, but in the eyes of different people, his views on apprenticeship Xu Feng are different, Wang Yao himself thinks that apprenticeship with Principal Xu Feng is a symbol of soaring prosperity, but in the eyes of insiders, whether it is Young Master Mei or Zhao Lirong, they all say that they are the children of misguided people.

Wang Yao couldn't help but wonder if Principal Xu Feng really didn't have any research on opera.

"Come here, kid, let me see. Zhao Lirong beckoned to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao walked in and squatted down.

"Well, it looks good. Zhao Lirong looked at Wang Yao and said lovingly.

Mao Weitao pursed his lips and held back a smile, the fragrant Zhao Lirong is really kind, and Wang Yao's little face is not ugly at best.

"Maomao, you are holding back a smile, I can see it. Young Master Mei smiled and dismantled the stage.

Wang Yao convulsed recently, and turned his head to look at his senior sister resentfully.

Mao Weitao coughed lightly, "Uncle Zhao is kind, don't praise him so much, anyway, he doesn't have much hope for his image." ”

"This kid can't be said to be handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes are a little special, Mao Mao, don't look at his current facial features, but after opening up, this child's face is definitely not an ordinary person. Zhao Lirong said solemnly.

"What your Uncle Zhao said must be right. Mr. Qigong smiled and said, "Facing each other, Li Rong still has a hand." ”

"What kind of face, I just look at the edge of the eyes, this child has clear eyebrows and clear eyes, he is a good child, Xu Feng can't do anything else, he is still very accurate in seeing people, this child should be not bad at learning. Zhao Lirong smiled.

"That's right, this kid has good words. Mr. Qi Gong smiled.

"It's a good seedling. Young Master Mei also spoke.

Wang Yao was immediately praised by the three masters, and he couldn't help but be a little shy, and he praised falsely.

"I'm going to blow this for my junior brother. Mao Weitao was so modest, he raised his eyebrows and said in a slightly smug tone, "My junior brother's real talent is in his insights and imitation ability, and Xu Lao also takes a fancy to him, Xu Lao said that he is the most talented among our disciples for so many years." ”

Wang Yao couldn't help but look at Mao Weitao suspiciously, thinking to himself, how come I didn't know about this?

The word "talent" not only refers to talent, but also contains other praises, such as thoughts, opinions, aura, etc., which can be said to be a highly praised word in the literati world.

Looking at Wang Yao, who was surrounded by several masters in the middle and became the focus, Li Zhuo, who was standing behind Young Master Mei, narrowed slightly, hiding the mockery and contempt in his eyes.

Kong Ping was full of smiles, and her smile was sincere.

"The play has begun, don't move, just sit here and listen. As soon as the drums beat on the stage, Young Master Mei opened his mouth and smiled.

Mao Weitao didn't shirk it, and sat down, Wang Yao stood silently behind her, and the position in the front row was not a continuous seat, but a table of eight immortals, just standing in the aisle, which would not block the view of the people behind.

On stage, an actress wearing a costume and a phoenix crown came out to sing.

Wang Yao already has the primary skills of commenting on dramas, so he can hear the music when it comes out, which is a very famous track in Pingju.

"Flowers as the Matchmaker", as a classic repertoire of Ping Opera, its own story is from "Wang Gui'an" and "Parasitic" in "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai", which tells the love-hate relationship between the two families caused by the two couples under the chaotic mandarin duck score of the matchmaker.