Chapter 13 Sing two verses

Zheng Jingjing had been looking intently at Isura, who was still promoting on the podium, but she pricked up her ears and listened to the conversation between Wang Yao and Zhao Fei, and recently raised a slightly invisible arc. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ishura sold for more than half an hour, and finally it was over, it was close to noon, the teacher took the students to experience the university cafeteria, Wang Yao and Zheng Jingjing were taken to the office to find Mao Weitao by a sweet-looking senior sister.

Along the way, the slender and sweet-looking senior sister took the initiative to talk to Zheng Jingjing, as if she intended to make friends, and at the same time cast a strange look at Wang Yao, who was half a head shorter than Zheng Jingjing.

From the perspective of a sophomore art school veteran, Wang Yao does not meet the school's drama enrollment standards at all, both in terms of shape and height.

Zheng Jingjing was obviously not good at talking to people, and replied to the senior sister awkwardly all the way, passed through a grape trellis, arrived at a four-story building, and went up to the third floor, and the senior sister knocked on one of the doors marked with the principal's office.

"Please come in. An old voice came from inside.

The senior sister pushed the door in, the office was simply furnished, behind the desk was an old man with gray hair but full of energy, Mao Weitao and two other teachers were sitting on the sofa.

Wang Yao and Zheng Jingjing stood obediently at the door.

"Are these two children?" the old man sitting behind the desk looked at Wang Yao and Zheng Jingjing and asked with a smile.

"This girl is in excellent shape and appearance. One of the male teachers nodded with a smile on his face, "Little classmate, what's your name?" ”

"Zheng Jingjing. Zheng Jingjing replied softly.

"The timbre is also very good, how old is this year?" the teacher asked again.

"Seventeen. Zheng Jingjing still replied simply.

"Very good age. The male teacher nodded, his eyes swept over Wang Yao, "What about this little classmate?"

"My name is Wang Yao. Wang Yao said respectfully, his eyes quietly observing the faces of several teachers in the office.

"The girl is in good condition. Mao Weitao smiled and patted the seat next to him, "Come, Jingjing sits here." ”

Zheng Jingjing hesitated for a moment and turned her head to look at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao smiled at her.

Zheng Jingjing walked over and sat next to Mao Weitao, sitting upright.

"Wang Yao is what I told you, the child who knows something about Yue Opera. Mao Weitao opened his mouth and said, "Wang Yao, do you have Yue Opera actors in your family?"

Wang Yao shook his head, "No, but I've read a lot of books and heard tapes." ”

"That's still very talented. Another female teacher with gold-rimmed glasses nodded, "Self-study depends on talent, tell me how you feel about watching that play today." ”

Wang Yao was a little hesitant, that play was full of loopholes in his eyes, but if he said it truthfully, would it affect the impression of these teachers on him, and if he was specially recruited by the school, it was likely to save a sum of tuition.

Wang Yao hesitated for a while, and said some opinions on which play today from the singing method to the state of the performance, as well as the rhythm, in a more mellow way, and several teachers even frowned.

Only the old man sitting behind the desk had a hint of discoloration in his deep and bright eyes.

Wang Yao looked at their expressions and knew that he was going to be a tragedy, so he simply didn't say it tactfully, and directly changed it to a critical tone.

"Alright. "Today's student who starred in Qu Yuan is the proud apprentice of this male teacher, but he was criticized for being incomplete in the mouth of Wang Yao, a hairy boy, and his teacher couldn't hold it on his face, interrupting Wang Yao's words.

Wang Yao stopped his voice, licked his lips and swallowed his saliva.

"Qianqian, go pour a glass of water. The old man behind the desk smiled.

After the senior sister who led the way listened to Wang Yao's tirade the whole time, Yin Hong's little mouth never closed, because she didn't understand what Wang Yao said at all, and only some simple words could be understood.

After all, the memories that Wang Yao got didn't know were the knowledge and collation of those ancestors and predecessors for thousands of years.

Wang Yao took the water cup handed over by the senior sister named Qianqian, and drank it all in one gulp, he was not only thirsty, but also a little nervous.

"I am the principal of this school, and my name is Xu Feng. The old man looked at Wang Yao's somewhat ordinary face and said with a smile.

"Principal Xu. Wang Yao responded.

"You seem familiar with this play. Xu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Since the first appearance of this play in 1954, there have not been more than three performances, and judging from your age, you should not have seen this drama with your own eyes." ”

Wang Yao's body stiffened, and he was shocked in his heart, sure enough, if he is not dead, he is a thief.

Looking at Wang Yao's panicked body, Xu Feng smiled, "Judging from what you saw just now, you obviously deceived us, you should have received very traditional knowledge training, your family should have Yue Opera actors, it should still be a family." ”

Wang Yao settled down and shook his head, "I am an orphan, I have seen all this knowledge from books, I have heard Master Yin Guifang's drama many times, so I know it very well." ”

"Really?" the smile on Xu Feng's face intensified.

"Really. Wang Yao nodded calmly, "Because I like Qu Yuan very much, I have listened to this drama many times, including the original work of Master Su Qing who created this drama, and I have also heard the historical drama "Qu Yuan". ”

"Oh, you even know where it came from? Xu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and two shiny walnuts turned in his palm, making a somewhat weird friction sound, "Then you are really talented." ”

"I think he has the qualifications to be a script critic. Mao Weitao took over and said.

"Drama critics? Don't be kidding, the quality that drama critics need is not just on paper, and they can't convince the public without real skills. The male teacher said in a deep voice, "And what this classmate said is not all right, although Xiaoduan has some problems, but it is not as unbearable as he said." ”

Wang Yao looked at the male teacher and smiled complimentally, "Don't be surprised, I'll just say a few words casually." ”

"It's because many people say a few words casually that the drama ends up like this, playing the piano indiscriminately. The male teacher snorted coldly.

Wang Yao frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with this teacher being so aggressive.

"There is no taboo in children's words. The female teacher with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and played a round, and then looked at Wang Yao with a smile, "Can you sing?"

"Well, I tried to sing, but I couldn't do it. Wang Yao said shyly.

"Sing two lines and let's listen. Xu Feng said with a smile.

"I tried, and I smiled. Wang Yao smiled shyly and cleared his throat, looked at the office ground, and measured the position.

Everyone looked at Wang Yao's thin figure with interest, Zheng Jingjing was even more inexplicably nervous, she had been in the same class for three years, and she had never heard Wang Yao speak in vocal class, and she didn't know if he could sing.