Chapter 14: Receiving Disciples

If you don't sing well, at least you won't have a chance to get involved with the subject of drama, because you can't meet the standards. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wang Yao calmed his heartbeat, his eyes kept looking at the ground, and countless images were surging in his mind, as if there was an inexplicable force pouring into his limbs with his blood.

When the breath and the power in his body were inexplicably combined, Wang Yao suddenly raised his legs and took a step forward, his two hands were put together as if they were being cuffed, and the only deep dark eyes on that ordinary face suddenly flashed with a strange look, like a flame burning, with anger and reluctance in it.

Wang Yao's thin body suddenly exuded an incomparably powerful aura, and when those sad eyes swept over everyone, they would make the other party's heart subconsciously avoid Wang Yao's gaze.

The scene seemed to be pulled by a powerful magnetic field, and the entire office seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath and did not dare to gasp.

Wang Yao stood still for a long time, and then began to sing: "The night is vast, the clouds are thick, and the stars and the moon are dull! Qu Yuan was so angry that he asked the heavens with grief and indignation! Ask the heavens, why are you so repetitive? Ask the heavens, why are things too absurd! What crimes have been killed by Zhongliang? How can you be rewarded for your evil deeds? King!"

The deliberately hoarse young man's voice has a feeling of goosebumps all over his body, and every bite has a hideous feeling that makes people feel like they are biting when people eat meat, coupled with the sad sentences written every sentence, and the king who is mixed with crying at the end, all make everyone really feel the unspeakable sadness and unwillingness to hate him.

After Wang Yao finished singing this paragraph, his eyes that flashed with anger seemed to be extinguished by disappointment, and became tearful, and he raised his head slightly to look up and spoke again, "Why is the king sleeping?

This time the singing voice is not as radical and enthusiastic as before, with a trace of fatigue and weakness, if the previous words were questioning, then this sentence is more like a self-question.

Wang Yao lost his mind after singing, everyone lost their minds, and a deathly silence permeated the office.

Wang Yao was the first to come back to his senses, looking at these teachers with different complexions, as well as Zheng Jingjing's shocked little face, revealing a shy smile.

Wang Yaoxuan's paragraph is the climax point in "Qu Yuan", which seems to be a bit tricky. But to be able to capture everyone's heartbeat at once, it's not a trick, it's strength.

The charm of drama lies in allowing the viewer to experience the love, hatred, hatred and psychological activities of the characters in the play, and using the tension of the performers to substitute the audience into the play.

But in addition to the performer's own skills, the stage effects, makeup and sound effects are also very important, Wang Yao has no makeup, and his appearance is very different from Qu Yuan's characters in the play, which can already make everyone enter the play.

Undoubtedly, Wang Yao's performance has greatly exceeded this standard.

After a while, no one spoke, and Wang Yao didn't dare to make a sound, standing quietly in place, reminiscing about the feeling when he sang just now.

"I was so surprised. Xu Feng's lips twitched and he spoke.

"Are you really just self-taught?" the golden-eyed female teacher asked in a suspicious tone, holding her eyes.

Wang Yao nodded.

"Wei Tao, you know this play best, tell me your feelings. Xu Feng looked at Mao Weitao, who was contemplative.

Mao Weitao looked at Wang Yao with a complicated gaze: "There is a problem with your breath." ”

Wang Yao's expression froze.

"But it's pretty good. Mao Weitao nodded, "This play has been starred by my mentor, and in my heart, this role is extremely sacred, because it subverts the world's perception of anti-string Xiaosheng." ”

Wang Yao was stunned, and suddenly a little embarrassed, performing this role in front of the original apprentice still felt a bit like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

"I think you're pretty good. Mao Weitao changed his words and showed a gentle smile.

Wang Yao bowed.

This is a kind of respect for the elders.

"How old are you this year?" asked Xu Feng with a smile.

"I'm seventeen too. Wang Yao replied.

"Well, are you interested in studying opera professionally?" Xu Feng asked with a smile.

Wang Yao was overjoyed in his heart, felt that there was a play, and hurriedly nodded, "Hmm." ”

"With your current appearance, a few of them probably won't be able to look down on you. Xu Feng said with a smile, "I haven't accepted apprentices for decades, I didn't expect to meet a ghost when I was halfway into the ground, boy, are you interested in worshipping me as a teacher?"

As soon as Xu Feng's voice fell, Mao Weitao and the others were shocked, because Xu Feng's identity was not only the principal, but also the younger brother of the Yue Opera master Xu Yulan, and the vice president of the National Cultural Federation.

The Chinese generation is very important, especially in the traditional cultural world, no matter the identity, no matter the age, no matter how good you are, if you accept a little apprentice from the master's generation, you must also judge it as a peer.

The identities were very different just now, but in the blink of an eye, they were senior brothers, and this kind of change was indeed too dramatic.

Wang Yao has read so many books, these rules are naturally clear, but he doesn't know Xu Feng's status in the pear orchard world, he just thinks that there is a principal and master, and the tuition fee is always settled.

"Uncle Shi, there is indeed something wrong with accepting apprentices. The male teacher, who had been silent since Wang Yao finished singing, spoke up to stop him.

"I think it's very good, Senior Brother Wang Yao is indeed very talented, Uncle Shi has rarely met a satisfactory seedling for so many years, don't spoil the fun. The female teacher with glasses said with a smile, waving her hand at Wang Yao, "Little junior brother, my name is Xie Ying, and I often come to play with senior sister in the future." ”

Wang Yao was shocked.

Looking at Wang Yao's panicked appearance, Mao Weitao smiled, his eyes flashed with a hint of weirdness, "Uncle Xu Feng is the younger brother of my master Yin Guifang's righteous sister Xu Yulan, Xie Ying is the apprentice of Master Jin Caifeng, the Yue Opera family, in terms of seniority, we are now equals, Senior Brother Wang." ”

Wang Yao gasped and blinked, "Principal Xu, this is not appropriate." ”

Xu Feng glanced at Wang Yao and smiled, "Boy, are you trying to reject me? I can accept you as an apprentice in front of so many backs, and if you are rejected, will it be a little bad." ”

Wang Yao suddenly panicked, although he was precocious, he was all on the surface, and he was mature with years of loneliness, after all, he was only seventeen years old and had never encountered anything serious.

"Alright, Qianqian, you go to the cafeteria to help us get some food. Xu Feng glanced at Qianqian, who was standing in the corner with a shocked face, and commanded.

"Ah? yes, yes. Song Qianqian hurriedly responded and walked out of the office with no hands.