Chapter 81 Is There No Friend?

Wang Yao used to be used to being alone, but recently his life has undergone great changes, which has made him have earth-shaking changes in clothing, food, housing and transportation, so he is not very suitable for many people to eat together. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the hot pot is eaten separately, the lively atmosphere of talking and laughing at a large table of people really makes Wang Yao a little uninterested in eating.

But I have to say that the hot pot is really delicious, the charcoal copper pot is like a Mongolian hat, there is a fire burning underneath, there is smoke on it, the circle in the pot is tumbling with vegetables and meat, and the unique smell of beef and mutton wafts out of the pot after it is cooked.

Hot pot itself is the most representative food in China, with a long history and popularity throughout the country, especially in the cold generation in the north, it has a special status.

The hot pot culture itself has strong characteristics of Chinese civilization, when eating hot pot, men, women and children, relatives and friends around the steaming hot pot, talking together, raising the chopstick, the warmth is rippling, filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere, suitable for the traditional Chinese culture of reunion.

The hot pot directly melted the two words lively.

Wang Yao used to eat for the sake of being full, but now although he is also eating to be full, he always feels that there is something more.

"It's good for boys to eat more beef and mutton to replenish their bodies. He Saifei smiled and poured the small half plate of meat into Wang Yao's pot.

Wang Yao hurriedly thanked him, I don't know if it was because of the heat caused by charcoal burning or something else, in short, his heart was warm.

"How do you feel after listening to three big dramas today?" Mao Weitao sat on the other side of Wang Yao and asked with a smile.

Wang Yao licked his lips, "I think, it's good." ”

"Start with your theoretical knowledge. Mao Weitao said,

Wang Yao thought for a while, "Dongying's drama, because I can't understand it, can only be seen from the performance form, it can't be said to be exquisite, but the story is okay." ”

Mao Weitao nodded, "What about the others?"

When the others saw Mao Weitao chatting about business, they all stopped their topic very attentively and listened to the two of them.

Listening to opinions is also a very important lesson for an opera actor.

Wang Yao thought for a while, "Needless to say, our drama has no problems in terms of subject matter and stage performance, the only possibility is that the time is too short and the story is not detailed enough." ”

He Saifei smiled, "You really didn't give it for nothing, you can watch it quite well, I have always felt that there are so many main characters in ten plays, and the story is too miscellaneous." ”

"The script was written by the old gentleman, and there must have been her considerations. Mao Weitao disagreed, "But it's really not fine enough, what about the last Henan opera?"

"It's the first time I've watched "Peach Blossom Temple". Wang Yao said with a smile: "I am also reading "Dream of Red Mansions", so I will know a little bit about the story, although there is only one main line in "Peach Blossom Temple" of Henan Opera, but I think it is easier for everyone to understand, because it is about the plot of blood relatives and heirs. ”

"What about professionalism? You're talking about public perception. Mao Weitao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Professionalism. Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, "This is not easy to compare, art is difficult to compare, although the story of "Peach Blossom Temple" is not as good as "Dream of Red Mansions" is famous, but the human nature and social form contained in the story are not weak, especially the character of Wang Sansi in it, when the character was created, it should have been created by the author himself from the perspective of a historical observer, it can be seen from the name, Wang Sansi, Wang Sansi, think twice before doing things, if he doesn't sell clothes, he won't lead to the matter of Dou's search for his son, it seems to be a small move, but it will cause a big storm. ”

After Wang Yao finished speaking, there was only the sound of the hot pot bubbling.

Everyone looked at him in amazement.

If an opera actor is not the kind of talented, it is difficult to figure out the center of the character's story with his heart, because the most important thing is to act well and learn like opera, opera is an art taught by words and deeds, so most actors will act according to what the master taught.

That is to say, there is nothing to see, but as long as you learn the like, the people who watch the play will naturally understand the story by themselves.

Because opera is such a freehand thing, it only has a taste by experiencing and interpreting.

Although they are all veteran actors and have watched countless plays, they only stay on the storyline, and basically don't figure out the author's intention and the center of the article.

"Eat. Mao Weitao smacked his lips and knocked on the hot pot.

The others laughed and ate their own food.

"Did I say something wrong?" Wang Yao was stunned and cautiously asked He Saifei beside him.

"If you talk about professionalism, you are talking about performance, who has made you rise to a deeper level. He Saifei glanced at Wang Yao coquettishly, and helped him put the food in the pot on the plate, "You said it so deeply, it will seem that we are very uneducated, and we have studied drama for almost 20 years, and you have not understood it as a child." ”

Wang Yao was suddenly embarrassed, this is another problem, social problems, Wang Yao had less contact with people before, so it was difficult to notice these, thinking about it, it was indeed a little embarrassing.

Wang Yao stopped talking when he ate in a muffled voice.

"Does this fool have no friends?" Mo Ke asked with a frown on Zheng Jingjing's shoulder.

"Hmm. Zheng Jingjing nodded and wiped the oil stains on the corners of her mouth.

"No wonder, I speak like my grandfather, I don't understand human feelings at all, and when I speak, I want to educate people. Mo Ke pursed his lips, "The bull is quite bragged." ”

Zheng Jingjing took a sip of tea and smiled without saying a word.

She thinks that Wang Yao's 'show off his might' is quite interesting.

The vignette did not affect the meal, and everyone was quickly attracted by Wang Yao's amount of food, looking at the plates falling on the cart behind him, his eyes widened and he was very worried, whether it would be broken.

"Are you a starving ghost reincarnated?" He Saifei looked at Wang Yao, who had finally stopped his chopsticks, and said angrily.

"It's good to get used to it. Mao Weitao smiled: "Wang Yao's amount of food is well-known in school. ”

"Eat more, be blessed. The other senior sister smiled.

"It's almost time, if you want to see it, you can go to the theater, the location is on the second floor, and you can go back and rest if you want to. Mao Weitao got up and said.

A group of people dispersed when they left the hot pot restaurant, Wang Yao naturally wanted to go to the play, but he was not sure whether Zheng Jingjing would go or not, so he walked over and asked, "Classmate Zheng, are you going to watch the play?"

"I'm a little sick. Zheng Jingjing shook her head, "You go." ”

"Uncomfortable?" Wang Yao was taken aback, and asked a little anxiously, "Where is it uncomfortable, do you want to go to the hospital?"

After speaking, Wang Yao patted his head, "Why don't I show you." ”

"It's just a hoard, and that's how I eat too much meat. Zheng Jingjing smiled, "Just go back and eat some diet tablets, it's a little problem." ”

"It should be caused by mutton, then you go back and eat fourteen hawthorns and twenty-four almonds, I remember that there is a free one in the hotel cafeteria hall. Wang Yao said.

"She's already eating, and you let her eat. Mo Ke rolled his eyes, "Just chew two stomach and digestion tablets." ”

"Oh, that's fine, anyway, the stomach digester also contains hawthorn and almonds. Wang Yao scratched his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Wang Yao's nervous appearance, Zheng Jingjing smiled, "I'm fine, you can go to the play." ”

Wang Yao grinned, "Then I'll go." ”

Watching Wang Yao leave, Mo Ke touched his chin, "This kid still knows everything?"

"I read a lot of books. Zheng Jingjing smiled: "Did my sister say when she will come back?"

"No, let's go back first, I don't know what's so good about that play. Mo Ke shook his little head and yawned.