Su Zimo came to a small courtyard with a gentle singing voice, and listened to the melancholy sound of Peking Opera coming from inside.

The small courtyard of the nineties, which appeared in the bustling city under the neon lights, looked out of place, forming two strong contrasts.

"Knock Knock"

Su Zimo raised his hand and knocked lightly on the wooden door, waited for a while, looked at the door that was still closed, and sighed.

I just wanted to turn around and leave, but a fierce wind rushed towards me, and with a "squeak", the closed wooden door was blown away, and I was slightly stunned, I couldn't bear the sad singing in my ears, I thought about it, and walked in softly with Su Xi'er in my arms.

Looking at the lush green plants growing in the courtyard, a fresh smell rushed to his face, and he suddenly felt refreshed, and gently patted Su Xi'er, who was lying on his chest with his eyes slightly closed, smiled, and continued to walk inside.

I saw a tall woman standing in the middle, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with water-like eyes, melon seed face, slightly curved long hair, a beauty mole on the chin, exuding a mature beauty all over her body, pinching her orchid fingers at the moment, a pair of long legs slightly bent, posing in a posture in Peking Opera, her small mouth moved slightly, and a sad and beautiful voice came out of her mouth

"I don't know what to do, go deep, the living can die, and the dead can live"

"Those who are born and cannot be resurrected, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not loved"

"It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water. It's the answer to be idle and self-pitying."

"It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they seem to be paid to the broken wells and decay. The beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the joy of the courtyard is "Who's house"

After Su Zimo stood still, he listened to the sad voice in his ears, squinted his eyes slightly, and enjoyed the melancholy sound brought by the Peking Opera a little.

"The beautiful scenery of a good day is a day, and it will be a pleasure in someone's yard. It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water"

The beautiful mole woman did not have a trace of surprise and panic at the stranger standing in front of her, as if she turned a blind eye, pinched her orchid fingers, sang softly without distraction.

Su Xi'er opened her hazy big eyes and looked at the beautiful aunt standing in the living room, gently shaking her cute little head with the other party's voice, looking very cute and small.

About five minutes later, the woman's sad and sultry singing finally stopped, which made Su Zimo feel a little reluctant, brushed the hair on her forehead behind her ears, showed a mature and seductive smile, opened her mouth, and a sultry soft voice rang out, "What a pretty little girl, can you let me hug it?"

Su Xi'er also seemed to like the mature aunt in front of her, stretching out her two fleshy little hands and making a gesture to hug, which looked extremely cute.

"Yo, really good" After the woman hugged her, she looked at the other party's small face with pink makeup, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and bowed her head and kissed it lightly under the other party's ignorant big eyes.

"Giggle~" Su Xi'er made a happy sound.

Su Zimo looked at this scene, slightly stunned and tasted, but after a cursory thought, he figured it out, the woman in front of him had a mature and seductive cheek, a loving smile on her face, and her body exuded an aura that was easy to make people close to and depend, for children, the most favorite person is this kind of person, or the taste of mother is more suitable.

After the woman frolicked with the little girl in her arms, she raised her head, looked at the young man standing in front of her, and asked him to walk to the chair with her and sit down, and asked suspiciously, "Are you?"

"I'm sorry, I walked in without your consent," Su Zimo said with a hint of apology, and then introduced himself and the reason.

"Hehe, I didn't expect a young man like you to be interested in the declining Peking Opera, my name is Mei Bixue, you can call me Sister Mei" Mei Bixue said with a generous smile.

"What about me, what do I tell you to do?" Su Xi'er's immature voice sounded.

When Mei Bixue heard this, she looked down at Su Xi'er with a puzzled face, stretched out her white finger and pointed at the other party's white forehead, revealing a loving smile, "Little girl, you just call me Aunt Mei."

"Well, Aunt Mei" Su Xi'er screamed obediently, and then said in a milky voice, "Aunt Mei, my name is Su Xi'er, you can call me Xiao Xi'er"

Mei Bixue looked at the other party's bright eyes and small appearance, and her love in her heart was even higher, so she naturally agreed, "Okay, good, Xiao Xi'er"

Su Zimo smiled, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then showed a look on his face that wanted to speak and stopped.

Seeing this, Mei Bixue smiled, "What's wrong?

Su Zimo laughed a few times, and for some reason, when he saw the dignified and elegant Mei Bixue in front of him, he felt basically the same as being called to the office by the head teacher when he was studying, opened his mouth, and said truthfully, "Sister Mei, that, can you teach me how to sing Peking Opera?"

Mei Bixue was slightly stunned, and said in surprise, "You want to learn Peking Opera?"

Su Zimo shook his head, and said unspeakably, "No, I want to learn the singing method of Danjiao, especially your sad voice just now."

Mei Bixue said "oh", and then said thoughtfully, "This is simple and simple, and difficult to say, but do you know that the kind of singing I have is basically not passed on to outsiders"

Su Zimo let out an "ah", looking a little lost.

"Aunt Mei, are you good at teaching your father" Seeing this, Su Xi'er rolled her eyes, raised her cute little head, kissed the other party's cheek, and said coquettishly.

Mei Bixue couldn't stand the other party's coquettish appearance, touched Su Xi'er's hair, and Xianhui said, "Okay, if you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"In fact, the decline of Peking Opera, in addition to the reason for the change of trends, is that many people do not pass it on inside and outside, resulting in a fault in the middle, so the decline is a matter of course"

"But in recent years, the most famous is the Mei family, who has completed a major innovation in the performing arts of Peking Opera Danjiao, breaking through the limitations of the traditional Zhenggong Tsing Yi focusing on singing skills and not paying much attention to body expressions, integrating the skills of Hua Dan and Dao Ma Dan into Tsing Yi performances, and bringing this traditional culture out of the country."

"In 1919 and 1924, he was invited to perform in Japan"

"In the early 1930s, he was invited to perform in the United States, and was awarded an honorary doctorate of letters by Pomona College and the University of Southern California"

"In 1935 he was invited to perform in Moscow and Leningrad"

Su Zimo was overjoyed when he heard this, but when he heard the words behind him, the smile on his face flickered, but he seemed a little silent.

In fact, not only in the art of Peking Opera, but also many folk skills are mostly because of this idea, there is a fault in the middle, and thus declines.

As a result, many real folk skills have just become an after-dinner conversation, and even many young people have never heard of this term.

Master Mei has naturally heard that from the nineties to the present, there are still good stories about each other in society.

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