Chapter 50 Troupe

Later, after the reform and opening up, the position of cross talk has also been raised a lot, the main art of entertaining the public has a very high audience, everyone can understand it, Jin Wensheng once said to Wang Yao, if cross talk does not return to the people, sooner or later, it will be the same as storytelling, and it will be put into the history museum, and the fate of university research. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Young Master Mei said a lot, but Wang Yao didn't even think he heard it, until a group of people in strange costumes came over.

Kimono, only Toei people will wear it.

"Master Mei. The bald man in the lead bowed in a somewhat stiff Chinese language.

"Mr. Yamamoto. Master Mei stood up for the first time, shook hands with the bald Dongyingren, and said with a smile, "It's been a long time." ”

"It's been a long time. "The bald Dongying people, Yamamoto Yoshixing, that is, the main organizer of this event, is the eldest son of the master of Dongying quyi, Yamamoto Mu, who has made indelible contributions to the cultural exchanges between China and Dongying Quyi since the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

This time, on the 10th anniversary of his death, his son held this friendship exchange meeting for him, because Yamamotomu's favorite thing during his lifetime was Chinese opera, especially Yue opera.

"Master Mao, thank you very much for coming. Yamamoto Yoshixing bowed to Mao Weitao again.

"Yes, Master Yamamoto is a senior whom my master respects very much. Mao Weitao hurriedly returned the salute.

Wang Yao also had to stand up and observe the Dongying people opposite, the Chinese people always have an inexplicable subjective feeling about the Dongying people, because their country once made Huaxia have indelible pain.

But Wang Yao found that these Dongying people seemed to be very polite, and in terms of appearance, there was no difference, among them, there were two girls, quite beautiful, but there was a boy about the same age as him, although his face was expressionless, but there was always a nasty sense of contempt in his eyes.

Young Master Mei chatted with Yamamoto Yoshixing very politely for a while, and after watching them leave, he turned to Mao Weitao and said, "If there are no accidents, you will be the protagonist this time." ”

Mao Weitao's face was stunned when he heard this, and then frowned.

"Don't be stressed. Young Master Mei looked at Mao Weitao's serious appearance and smiled, "You are the most capable of participating in this performance, and Mr. Yamamoto also loved Yue Opera during his lifetime." ”

"I'm just afraid that other brothers and sisters will have opinions. Mao Weitao said in a deep voice.

"There will always be some people who will criticize, but this time it doesn't look like a killing. Young Master Mei smiled, "So don't worry." ”

Mao Weitao nodded: "Then I'll go down and prepare first." ”

Young Master Mei nodded at Mao Weitao, and then smiled at Wang Yao, "Young man, you have to learn from you." ”

Wang Yao respectfully said goodbye to Young Master Mei and followed Mao Weitao to the elevator.

Entering the elevator, Mao Weitao breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Yao could feel that Mao Weitao was quite nervous when he was dealing with those peers in the banquet hall.

"Put away the fan. Mao Weitao glanced at the fan in Wang Yao's hand and said.

"Yes. Wang Yao nodded.

"Young Master Mei's identity is in Liyuan, it can be said that he is the leader, you have this fan, it will definitely attract the eyes of many peers, don't take it out until you have to. Mao Weitao admonished again.

"Yes. Wang Yao touched the smooth fan bone in his hand, and asked with some doubts, "Teacher Mao, what is the use of this fan besides fanning?"

"Call me Senior Sister. Mao Weitao frowned and said, "With this fan, you can walk around the various sects in the Liyuan Circle, at least others should be polite to you on the surface, this is a symbol, the junior that Young Master Mei values." ”

Wang Yao was overjoyed and smiled.

"But don't be complacent, as I just said, don't show it off, if you are seen by others, you are likely to provoke trouble. Mao Weitao said.

"How do you stir up trouble?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"Slowly you will know, remember, peers are enemies, except for the brothers, no one else can be trusted. Mao Weitao said seriously.

Wang Yao nodded, the elevator door just opened, and there were three pleasing beauties standing outside, Zheng Xixi looked extraordinary in a straight suit, Zheng Jingjing was fresh and refined in an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, Mo Ke who combed up his ponytail to reveal his whole small face was still charming, and his white and tender long legs were still dazzling.

"Teacher Mao. Zheng Xixi said with a smile.

"Well, you've eaten. Mao Weitao nodded.

"I just ate, where are we going now?" asked Zheng Xixi.

"Let's go to the rehearsal. "Mao Weitao leading the way in front" can be a little boring. ”

"Why, I like to watch dramas the most. Zheng Xixi said with a smile, watching Wang Yao, "Will Wang Yao also go on stage?"

"He doesn't know how to sing yet. Mao Weitao smiled.

The group talked and laughed and walked to the theater venue a few hundred meters outside the hotel, there were many buses parked at the door, and many people carried various boxes to go inside, looking at the gongs, drums and instruments exposed outside, Wang Yao knew that these were the guys who sang opera.

Opera pays attention to appearance and soundtrack, both of which are indispensable, so these guys used to be the net worth of artists, especially the costumes of some opera predecessors, and they could even be cut off if they touched it seriously.

But it's certainly not that exaggerated now.

The theater is the main performance venue, with a capacity of at least 1,000 spectators on the upper and lower levels, many of whom are wearing seating signs, and some are checking the safety of the stage and measuring the scenery.

The official performance is tomorrow, so today is the rehearsal time of the major troupes, which comes in the order of the genres, in fact, the rehearsal of the troupe is to adapt to the venue, because all the scripts and these professional teams have already run in hundreds of times, and they are familiar with the road.

Mao Weitao took Wang Yao and others into the backstage, this is the first time Wang Yao has seen so many formal Yue Opera actors, basically all girls, only two or three men, and they don't look like they are singing.

Yue opera is like this, the landing singing book that originated in the early years was the women's class, with many women, and later some men who sang Kunqu opera joined the cooperation, and some men became Yue opera actors, but 80 percent, all girls.

As a rare animal, when the sisters of these troupes heard that Wang Yao was Xu Feng's apprentice, their excited eyes lit up, although Wang Yao was not handsome, but in the environment of yin and yang, men are rare animals.

Wang Yao felt that he was about to be drowned by the smell of rouge gouache, and replied to the teasing of his sisters with a red face.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, don't put on makeup, just check the gouache props. After discussing the process with the co-actors, Mao Weitao shouted helplessly, interrupting the actions of these strange sisters in the troupe who were not teasing Wang Yao.

"Uncle Xiao remembers to study hard behind the stage. A round-faced woman joked with a smile.

Wang Yao hurriedly nodded and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

As the old saying goes, the woman under the mountain is like a tiger.