Chapter 23 is interesting

Shouting, a vocal practice technique in Peking Opera, is mainly carried out step by step from low to high, in order to exercise the articulation and pronunciation of Peking Opera singing, it takes a lot of throat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The clouds cover the moon, a kind of singing voice in Peking Opera singing, which is mainly transliterated, and the old students' singing is mainly mellow, and the obscure singing voice is loud and beautiful, which is also a kind of voice condition.

Wang Yao pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The old man Jin Wensheng sat down and drank the remaining half of the wine, and sighed, "But I have found my interest in this turnstile, quyi quyi, not only quyi but also art, a pair of bamboo boards, a mouth, can tell the whole Chinese history of 5,000 years." ”

Looking at the old man's high-spirited eyes, Wang Yao was a little stunned.

"Do you know what the bamboo board is?" asked the old man Jin Wensheng with a smile.

Wang Yao nodded.

As soon as the old man lifted the top of the Tai Chi suit, a red hemp rope was tied around his waist, and there were two pairs of bamboo boards on it, one long and one short, one thick and one thin.

The long and thin ones are called large boards, and the short and thick ones are called knots.

The old man took the knots in one hand, shook his wrist slightly, and the crisp sound of the bamboo board colliding gradually became a fascinating rhythm: "The ancestor of this bamboo board is Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Taizu left this hand for the people of the world to make a living, I don't know how many people have been fed, which can be described as immeasurable merit." ”

The old man's voice fits perfectly with the rhythm of the bamboo board, making people feel as if the old man and the bamboo board are talking together.

It was the first time Wang Yao had seen a real person playing bamboo boards, and he nodded unconsciously along with the rhythm.

The old man seemed to rise, and the bamboo board became louder and louder, and he opened his mouth to sing, "Say that the frost in the world is severe in June,

Qin Qiong dragged the knife to behead Cai Yang.

The straw boat borrowed the arrow is Bao Wenzheng,

Zhuge Liang Chen Zhou went to put grain.

Ximen Qing wants to find a mink girl,

Lu Bu married Sun Erniang.

Sun Wukong Jingyanggang fights tigers,

Havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Chu Overlord. ”

Wang Yao was a little stunned when he heard it, the old man's voice had a strange rhythm, and the bamboo board in his hand crackled and every sentence made people goosebumps, and the content was funny, so that Wang Yao unconsciously cracked the corners of his mouth.

"Interesting, isn't it? "Mr. Jin Wensheng took a three-minute joke in one breath, this paragraph is a basic must-practice joke in SD Kuaishu, the name is "Eighteen", which is to mess up all kinds of stories and arrange them in a rhyming way, and laugh for the audience.

Originally, there were only eighteen paragraphs, but the old man said it for three minutes, and there were at least a hundred paragraphs, and Wang Yao estimated that these paragraphs were all original or left over from the old man.

"Interesting. Wang Yao grinned and said, "The old gentleman has a really neat mouth, if I bite my tongue." ”

"I'm not afraid to practice with two sugar balls in my mouth, and I can't bite it. Jin Wensheng said with a smile, and sat back on the stone bench without a red face and a panting, "Guess how old I am this year." ”

Wang Yao thought for a while and said a conservative number, "55?"

Jin Wensheng smiled and shook his head: "I've been in Jiazi for ten years. ”

Wang Yao was shocked, Yijiazi is 60 years, and in another 10 years, this old gentleman will not be 70 years old? However, judging from the momentum and confidence of the quick writing in the past three minutes, he really does not look like a 70-year-old person.

"I really can't see it, I thought I was reporting 55?" Wang Yao said seriously.

"Man, you are old when you are alive, and you have nothing to be proud of. Mr. Jin Wensheng said with a smile.

Wang Yao was also amused.

"This thing is interesting?" Jin Wensheng squinted at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao keenly felt a chill in his back.

"I see that you know a lot about Liyuanxing, and you should also know what Liyuanxing used to do. Jin Wensheng said with a smile, "It's the so-called drama in the lower nine streams, basically, I just don't know how much luck that group of Hui Ban hit, and they flew up the branches and became phoenixes overnight, and this pear orchard line became a royal play." ”

This is the story of the famous Hui class entering Beijing in history, the pear orchard industry from the Tang Ming Empress once again reached the height that all folk artists can not match, from the emperor island general, if there is no opera troupe at home, they are embarrassed to go to the court to greet people.

Legend has it that the Empress Dowager Cixi is even more of a pear garden, and the stealing of any joke on the stage, and the big horn on the stage can be heard at once, and the accuracy is the same as the strongest vocal range.

From this passage, it can be heard that the old man Jin Wensheng seems to be not very interested in Liyuanxing, but with Wang Yao's current knowledge, whether it is singing or storytelling, it belongs to the same family in ancient times.

But after thinking about it, the pear orchard was on fire, and it did smash many people's jobs.

"Miscellaneous ground, curved pots, and later people's pots were painted to the palace. The old man let out a strange laugh.

When the show is exciting, it uses 'selling' to ask the audience for money, and the same is true for painting pots, but ancient opera artists draw a circle on the ground with white sand and perform in exchange for rewards.

However, there is an essential difference between picking up the ground and painting the pot and begging, and the ground and the pot are both making money by virtue of their own skills, which is the so-called livelihood, so when receiving the reward, the palms are rushed down, because the palms are beggars and eat for nothing.

Therefore, in the lower nine streams in ancient times, beggars were the lowest status among the lower nine streams.

Wang Yao has now basically guessed what Jin Wensheng's traditional culture is, and it is estimated that it is storytelling.

The storytelling category here is not a full-time storytelling, but basically all the Han folk arts of the northern language department can become a storytelling category, including SD Kuaishu, Xihe drum, Northeast drum and so on.

The so-called storytelling, a one-person speech, through the narration of the plot, the description of the scene, the simulation of characters, the evaluation of affairs and other artistic means, perfunctory historical and modern stories, similar to the grassroots 'public knowledge' is just dramatized, listen to it and have fun, and earn a living.

And looking at the old gentleman's meaning, it seems that he intends to teach himself how he looks, Wang Yao can't help but be a little surprised, so that there is no need to 'look at the thatched house', after all, the bus money is still quite expensive.

"I've actually thought you've been gifted since I was a kid. Jin Wensheng looked at Wang Yao and said with a smile: "At that time, you were only seven or eight years old, and you were already able to endorse." ”

Wang Yao scratched his head and smiled shyly, he did have an ability that was different from ordinary people since he was a child, that is, basically he could remember the words completely in his mind as long as he read them once.

"I have a lifelong friendship with your father. Jin Wensheng showed a somewhat sentimental smile, "When my house caught fire, if your father hadn't discovered it in time, my life's hard work would have been ruined, and it would have really cost me my life." ”

Wang Yao blinked, pursed his lips and did not speak.