Chapter 463 does not accept any criticism

"She was personally involved in the design of the script and the stage. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info," Mao Weitao said with a smile, "I want her to be her successor." ”

"She's not fit to deal with people. Wang Yao smiled: "But that's all your family matter." ”

"Is it appropriate for you to say this?" Mao Weitao rolled his eyes, Wang Yao, "It's a pity that my temple can't accommodate your big Buddha." ”

"That is, my goal is the sea of stars. Wang Yao chuckled.

"Poor. Mao Weitao chuckled, "I seem to be really old." ”

Wang Yao frowned and looked at Mao Weitao, "How against your will to say this. ”

"I mean, in terms of philosophy. Mao Weitao shook his head, "After so many years on the road of innovation, it can't be said that there are no achievements, but compared with you, it seems to be too weak." ”

"What you said is not right, without you, how can there be us?" Wang Yao frowned, "And this time Jingjing is indeed greedy for merit and risk, but fortunately it is a small paragraph." ”

"But I think it's good, it's a completely different kind of enjoyment. Mao Weitao said, "Singing and doing, maybe there should be some new breakthroughs in 'doing and fighting'." ”

"No, no, no, Jingjing is in the opera, focusing on the play, the play is also divided into inside and outside, she focuses on the outside play. Wang Yao said, "Speaking of conversation, it's a bit of a dramatic mode." ”

"But it's not bad. Mao Weitao said with a smile.

"That's a concept that I'm going to come up with later. Wang Yao smiled.

"There are a lot of old-timers in the audience. Mao Weitao blinked, "You still have to pay attention when you speak." ”

"Of course I know. Wang Yao smiled.

At this time, Mr. Mei also received a reminder from Huang Jiani below, looked at Wang Yao in the background, and took the opportunity to lead the words out, "Lirong, almost two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Jingjing has been out of the school in a blink of an eye." ”

"Yes, this world is going by very quickly. Zhao Lirong said with a smile.

"I remember the first time I saw Jingjing at that time, or we were together at the opera exchange meeting, Mao Mao won an award, and you had an unexpected joy. Mr. Mei said with a smile.

"Unexpected joy?" Zhao Lirong paused for a moment, but still didn't react.

"Didn't you add another son?" Mr. May glared.

Zhao Lirong looked backstage willingly, and when she saw Wang Yao, she smiled and said, "If you don't say it, I forgot, that little rabbit cub is too faceless, Jingjing is out of school, and he doesn't even have a sound." ”

"Then you can give it to me. Mr. May quipped.

"No, although it's useless, it's still quite easy to run errands, isn't it?" Zhao Lirong smiled and beckoned to the backstage.

"How do you think I appeared? Do a few backflips?" Wang Yao asked Mao Weitao in a low voice.

"Hurry up. Mao Weitao smiled and dragged Wang Yao out.

Zhao Lirong came over and hugged Wang Yao, and hammered hard, "Dead boy, where did you die?"

"Something went wrong that made you worry all the time. Wang Yao said apologetically.

Wang Yao came out, and there was inexplicable applause from the audience, and some old-timers were asking each other, who this somewhat strange young man was, and his favor was quite high.

"Thank you for your support, I will treat you well these days. Wang Yao said with a smile after taking the microphone.

As soon as Wang Yao opened his mouth, the way of some philistines made many old-timers frown slightly.

"Then thank you again, all the seniors who reviewed Zheng Jingjing's debut performance before are really grateful. Wang Yao bowed, and Mao Weitao also bowed.

"Many seniors may not be very familiar with me, let me introduce myself, my name is Wang Yao, the Yao of the glorious ancestors, the king of princes and generals. Wang Yao had a warm smile on his face.

There was a commotion from the audience.

"This kid is a little floating. Mr. Wang Shixiang chuckled after hearing Wang Yao's self-introduction.

"The face is like a crown of jade, the temperament is warm, neither humble nor arrogant, but he is a beautiful child. Mr. Ji Xianlin saw Wang Yao for the first time, nodded and praised, "It's not crazy, it's blessed." ”

"The disciple is not talented, and he studied under Mr. Xu Feng. "Wang Yao continues to be received" has been pointed out by many uncles, but he may not have a bright brain, and he has not made much achievements in the opera profession, which is really ashamed. ”

Kong Ping in the audience and Mao Weitao in the stage both rolled their eyes wildly, and even Mr. Mei gave Wang Yao a big white eye.

"But the talent is not enough, the ability to make up. Wang Yao smiled, "Although I am stupid, I am quite persevering, and I don't dare to rap how good, but I have definitely memorized a lot of plays, and I have been exposed to some of the various dramas, because I think it is interesting, just memorizing the words, I feel beautiful, so I feel that the ancestor is too powerful, there is such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful thing, in my hands, it can't be broken." ”

The people in the audience began to listen seriously.

"When I went to Mo, the flowers were like brocade, today the willows on the floor are green, poor Nong is waiting in the deep boudoir, and I will wait until now on the day of the begonia opening. The door knocker occasionally rings suspicious letters, and the market language is slightly apprehensive. After all, how fortunate a man is, the word mistaken is fame, and the sweet words are so good, who knows that it is all fake kindness. Wang Yao opened his mouth and said a confession.

It is a passage from Mr. Cheng Yanqiu's Cheng School Peking Opera "Dream of Spring Boudoir", and the audience was in an uproar after reading it.

"If it weren't for the mellower sound, I would have thought it was Yanqiu in the face. Mr. Wu Zuguang said with some excitement.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway, a sentence of recitation, it is enough to see the skills of an opera actor, Wang Yao's paragraph is already a stunt in imitation, and the people present can not help but be in a trance, thinking that the ancestor is in person.

Wang Yao flicked his sleeves again and read

"The clouds are yin for me, and the sad wind is whirling for me.

In June, the snow flew and there was a drought for three years, and all things wore filial piety shirts for me.

The three vows moved the heavens and the earth, and I knew that I was wronged. ”

A mouthful of authentic Hebei Bangzi blurted out, and the subtle control of Nianbai's emotions made people marvel again.

"The landscape of the West Lake is still the same, but it is difficult to face the autumn

The frost-dyed Danfeng cold forest is thin and unbearable, looking back and reminiscing about the old tour

I want to be in Emei at the beginning, and I am alone according to the scriptures

With the clear light, knocking on the ancients, thousands of years of penance

Longing for a long time, the world, prosperous and splendid

Abandon the yellow crown, take the green girl, and travel with a sword

According to the head of the clouds, the long causeway, the smoke peach and rain willows" and then open the mouth and the heroic and feminine Qin cavity.

From the southern dialect to the northern tune, Wang Yao chose a few favorite jokes, each of which chose the most classic recitation, which made the audience admire.

Nianbai seems to be the easiest, but it is also the most difficult, because the test is the control of emotions, being able to quickly switch between various emotions, and it is a recitation of different dramas, which is enough to prove that Wang Yao is a ghost.

Finally, he sang a passage from the same classic passage of "Dream of Red Mansions" of Yue Opera, "Burning Manuscripts", which was sung.

"I have been a boudoir companion with poetry and books all my life, and I have become close to pen and ink.

I once remembered that the chrysanthemum poem won the first place,

Begonia is fresh, Yihong Courtyard is a new order,

On the old texts in the Xiaoxiang Museum. A lifetime of hard work into words,

Now the memory is not dead, and the ink is still fresh.

This poem manuscript does not want Yutang Jinma to ascend to the top,

I only hope that he will meet his bosom friend in the mountains and flowing waters.

Now it's a bosom friend who is gone,

How can the manuscript of the poem be saved?!

Burn the disembowelment article!

This psalm was brought with him,

How many old tears have you wiped for me,

Who knows that Shipa has not changed people's hearts,

It's a pity that my real person has changed to a fake person.

Knowing that human affection is thinner than paper,

I regret keeping the poem to this day.

All kindness will never be extinguished,

only fell into a cold moon shining on the soul of poetry!"

"Smash the field, smash the field!" Zheng Jingjing, who heard it in the background, waved her little fist dissatisfiedly, looking annoyed.

"It's okay, it's not as good as you sing. Mo Ke hugged her and smiled.

Wang Yao's last bright voice was indeed a smashing of Zheng Jingjing's field, and the comparison of the two Lin Daiyu, although they have their own merits, Wang Yao's calm and old-school singing style is naturally affirmed by some more conservative predecessors.

After the singing, the audience burst into warm applause.

Wang Yao bowed and thanked him and chuckled, "It's ugly, I hope that all the seniors will go to Haihan, I want to show off my skills to prove that I really memorized a lot of repertoire." ”

The applause in the audience gradually stopped.

"When I used to read ancient poems, I thought it was very beautiful, and the feelings expressed by the poets were magnificent, or the wind and clouds were light, all of which shocked me, and after I came into contact with opera, I found that opera made ancient poems more delicate and more concrete, and in specific situations and character emotions, there were many more insights in the beauty of lyrics and songs. Wang Yao smiled, "At that time, I realized that the beauty of poetry is diverse. ”

Wang Yao paused, "I have liked to read since I was a child, and several of my masters are also book-loving people, whether it is the style or expression from ancient times to the present, there are changes in the carrier and form, but this change, I don't know how to judge, I can't feel who is higher and who is lower in the five words and the seven laws, because I am also shocked by the 'desert lonely smoke' and 'life experience ups and downs, rain and rain'." ”

"But I will experience the same kind in it, I can only understand it, the unspeakable beauty, a kind of beauty that belongs to our Chinese civilization, which is different from any civilization, they are different, but they are the same, you should understand what I mean, because this is the same that only Chinese people can experience. Wang Yao smiled, "But this kind of same, I seem to find more and more resonance in my friends who are younger than me, and some friends tell me that this is the era is eliminating some things, and I think it is a kind of inaction." ”

Mr. Mei frowned slightly, and stopped talking.

"In the modern steel forest, it is indeed difficult for the children of the future to feel what is called 'Yuyu Qionglou or the sky is high and the clouds are light, this kind of man-made or natural landscape, because under the force majeure of aesthetic and technological changes, it is difficult to explain this kind of magnificence that the ancients wanted us to empathize with, but I think that 'the body is not afraid of broken bones, to leave innocence in the world' This kind of beauty, it seems that they are easier to understand, why is this? Because all good qualities will have a common shock, because this good character is always there, and it will not change. Wang Yao paced on the stage and explained seriously.

"But through technology, it seems that we can restore or create those landscapes that have disappeared, and even create some scenes that have never been seen, such as 'suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days', adding them to the opera will definitely distract the audience's attention, and will interfere with the most important artistic conception in the opera."

Wang Yao changed his words: "However, quality is a kind of artistic conception, and vision is not a kind of artistic conception? Anyone who writes knows that scene description and character description are equally important, and I think that in the lack of aesthetics in modern education, scene description should also be the focus, because only in this way can we attract more audiences." ”

"To be honest, modern people, imagination may be somewhat limited, because we receive too much knowledge, this huge knowledge system will limit imagination and make everything concrete, but this is force majeure, because under the trend of aesthetic materialization, it is irrational to do the opposite. Wang Yao said in a deep voice, "The scenes and props of this performance, I know will make many seniors feel uncomfortable, Mr. Mei Lanfang stood on the stage alone, and even didn't use anything, he could make a sensation in the city, this is a fact, but now no opera actor can make a sensation in the city, it is also a fact." ”

There were bursts of sighs from the audience.

"I don't dare to say that opera has reached the most critical moment, but what I want to say is that please try to accept the 'formalized' changes that belong to us, we are not selling dog meat on the head of a sheep, nor are we disgraced our predecessors, we just want to let more people understand and love opera. Wang Yao licked the corners of his mouth and showed a somewhat embarrassed smile, "Well, in layman's terms, we don't accept any criticism and questioning at the moment. ”

Just now, he was sensationalizing the big sympathy card, and it immediately became so strong.

Are you learning Sichuan opera, turning your face so quickly? Mr. Mei looked at Wang Yao speechlessly.

The audience suddenly exploded, and those who were angered by the arrogance of Wang Yao's words, those who cheered for Wang Yao, and a few girls who were.

Reporter Zhu, who was recording the video, was confused, how to edit this?

"Everyone, don't be impatient. Wang Yao chuckled and waved his hand, "We don't accept criticism, not because of arrogance, but because we hope that at least this time period will not want to get opposition, because we are going to promote this 'modern opera' to college students across the country. If you don't have the ability to distinguish between modern culture and traditional culture, as well as between Eastern culture and Western culture, then you don't even have the qualifications to criticize, wait to receive my lawyer's letter, if I don't tell you to go bankrupt, I will lose. ”

Wang Yao grinned, smiling harmlessly, "After this period of time, what kind of criticism and suggestions you put forward, we will definitely accept it with an open mind, and if we make mistakes, we will stand upright, but during this time, if there are seniors or organizations who want to criticize me, I will personally visit them, and the live broadcast process is like the inheritance of traditional opera." ”

"Any type of play, any role, compare the repertoire, read the white, compare the fighting, and compare the singing, based on the recordings of the most authoritative old gentlemen of each faction. ”

"I don't have as much as you do, so I'll lose. ”

"If you don't sing accurately, count me as losing. ”

"If you don't read it clearly, I'll lose. ”

Wang Yao paused, his eyes swept over everyone in the audience, his tone was soft, but it made people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"For five months, starting tonight and ending in May next year, any media in the country will publish an article criticizing me, and it will either accept my lawyer's letter or my letter of worship. ”

"This is not a gamble, and I am not a gambler, but I am serious, I have no intention of offending the authority of your predecessors, and I hope that your predecessors can understand my hard work, I will never promote under the banner of national quintessence and inheritance, I hope you will not cross the line, in addition, in the next team 'clothing society', please recognize the font number for criticism. ”

"It has nothing to do with my teacher Xu Feng, with Yue Opera, with my godmother Zhao Lirong, and Mr. Mei, and my drama is not Yue Opera, so it's called 'Modern Opera', I hope you don't get the wrong goal. "Wang Yao arched his hand to the audience" Finally, thank you again for your support and support, we will provide the most perfect service, so that everyone is worth the trip. ”

Some people in the audience got up angrily and left with their disciples.

Wang Yao smiled on the stage and continued to 'send off', "Mr. Qian from Huizhou left first, sent a car, and arranged the trip. ”

Pu Min sat under the stage, looking up at Wang Yao, who always had a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, feeling as if he had recognized the wrong person.

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