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And now, such a phenomenon of crazy pursuit by the audience seems to have also appeared in "Water Margin", the love for those characters with distinctive images has made the audience have a very strong curiosity about the operas, novels, and stories related to them.

The small theater was overcrowded for several days in a row, and even attracted many small traders to do business outside the theater, becoming a very lively place nearby.

After resting, Quezon Zhai took half a bowl of rice in two bites, poured some warm boiled water into the bowl, mixed it with a small half bowl of rice grains, and ate it all over his body.

There are still two scenes to sing in the afternoon, although he is a little tired, but for him, who sings Kuaishu to the bones, this is already the happiest moment in his life.

The theater has been on fire for a few days, and the newly written "Centipede Ridge" has also been introduced on CCTV's Quyi Channel.

Quezon Zhai knows that such a situation has happened all over the country, during this time, the music circle has almost exploded, and every day I can hear which master of which genre of music has released a new repertoire of "Water Margin", and even the opera channel of CCTV has specially engaged in a "Water Margin" opera program, and the ratings are not low.

"Ouyang Yuqian, who recently sang Peking Opera, adapted "Wu Song and Pan Jinlian", Hong Shen wrote the Pingju "Yan Poxi", and Zhao Lirong, who has sung Pingju all his life and has a good relationship with a page of books, all followed him to learn to sing, and other Wei Minglun also produced an absurd Sichuan opera, and there are also operas related to "Forcing Liangshan" and "Sanda Zhujiazhuang", which are very eye-catching.

He was greatly affected by Quezon Zhai, he was poor all his life in front of the teacher, he thought that such a peaceful and leisurely life, his son should be able to like it, who would have thought that the times had changed, and now if he can't help his son buy a house, it will be difficult to marry his daughter-in-law.

At this time, the old man, who usually entertains himself, suddenly became popular, and helped his grandson make up enough money for the down payment in a few commercial performances, such a rare thing, and several neighbors around couldn't believe it.

Putting the last grain of rice in the bowl into his mouth, Quezon Zhai smiled: "This is a good thing, but now we who sing opera, and those 30 or 40-year-old opera fans, when the new generation grows up, when there are few people who listen to opera, then singing will be panicked, but maybe the genre of music will change, and we can find another way to live, who knows......"

This small theater garden was saved by Quezon Zhai all his life, he didn't have the money to build a good stage, so he could only buy some wooden boards, like those troupes running around in the countryside and singing big operas, he built a stage supported by a wooden shelf, and in the movie "Mei Lanfang", Mei Lanfang performed on the stage when she was a child, you can run people below, as long as it is not like in "Mei Lanfang", secretly nailing iron nails to the feet of the singers, then there will be no singing to say anything, they also like this kind of liveliness.

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At this time, Quezon Zhai father and son were chatting above, and many children were giggling and running around below, holding branches to the soles of the performers on the top stage, and even Quezon Zhai, who was eating, laughed and moved their feet from time to time, causing bursts of laughter from the children below.

And under this stage, Lin Mu, who came by plane overnight, was listening to Quezon Zhai's words, while shaking the dice (tou two sounds) with great interest, which was a small gambling stall opened by some poor old men nearby, a bowl, three dice, shaking the size, and defrauding the children of the gross tickets for living expenses.

Once again, all the coins were bet big, but the dice in the porcelain bowl were 1 3 4 small, Lin Mu smiled: "Sure enough, if you gamble for a long time, you will lose, and if you go, I won't bet with you!"

The old man who set up the stall handed Lin Mu back five coins: "The future generations feel sorry for me, life is not easy, but how can there be such a reason to send money? This is your money, take it back!"

With five yuan, even if he won three times in a row and became 40 yuan, the old man didn't worry, because Lin Mu bet all the money every time, obviously not wanting to earn his own money.

Lin Mu didn't refuse, he took his own money out of the bottom of the shed, and after a while, he brought two bowls of oil and noodles, handed a bowl to the other party, and casually pulled a Mazha next to the old man and sat down, adding bright red pepper oil to splash noodles, not only the noodles were gluten, but even the noodle soup was spicy and fragrant, and it was very pleasant to eat.

The old man didn't shirk this, he took it with a smile, the temperament of Lin Mu in front of him was at ease, he still had only seen it in his life, and he was happy to chat with Lin Mu.

At that time, there was no TV, but this theater was much more lively than now, and the people who came to listen to the book were all experts, and they could hear the beauty of Boss Kui's singing, I was also running the rivers and lakes at the beginning, and I didn't eat with Boss Kui, he was on stage, I was offstage, and this was a lifelong friendship......" The old man said while drinking noodle soup, thinking about his life, he can be regarded as relying on the pear orchard to eat.

Lin Mu listened quietly, interjecting from time to time, the old man of the gambling stall reminiscing about the past in front of him, the roaring sound in the theater next to him, occasionally mixed with a few sounds of selling food and tea, seemed to confuse time and space, making him suspect that he was in the era of two hundred years ago.

Two hundred years ago, it was the Daoguang and Xianfeng years of the Qing Dynasty!

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When Li Kaixian wrote "The Legend of the Sword", Lin Mu didn't feel anything, thinking that it was just a secondary creation of an ordinary music artist.

But when he saw Quezon Zhai writing "Centipede Ridge" on TV, he was a little surprised, because in his previous life, he had learned about this person's name and deeds in an accident!

In the previous life, Quezon Zhai was an ancient man 200 years ago, on the basis of the "assembly board" Kuaishu sung by the famous calligrapher "Gao Xianchen", he drew on the popular miscellaneous songs, storytelling and opera rap performance forms at that time, so that Kuaishu developed into an independent genre, because the last song card is called "Lianzhu Tune", so it is also called "Lianzhu Kuaishu", saying that he is the ancestor of "Lianzhu Kuaishu", and he can also be called!

"Centipede Ridge" is one of his works!

Such an old-timer, who should have been 200 years ago, is now appearing on the TV in front of him, how can Lin Mu not think nonsense? !