But what he was holding in his hand was a copy of "Yuan Dynasty Miscellaneous Drama", and the one he read was called "Wutong Rain", alias "Tang Ming Emperor's Autumn Night Wutong Rain", taken from Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred" "When the leaves of the Wutong fall in the autumn rain". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This play writes the bleak love tragedy between Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Ming Dynasty and Yang Guifei. The plot is: Youzhou Jiedu envoy will behead An Lushan when he loses his chance, and send it to Beijing. Emperor Tang Ming was favored by him, and because he was not on good terms with Yang Guozhong, he served as the envoy of Fan Yangjie. An Lushan rebelled, and the Ming Emperor fled from Chang'an in a hurry to go to Shu. To Ma Weiyi, the army did not advance, and the soldiers advised Yang Guozhong to punish his brothers and sisters. Emperor Ming was helpless and ordered the concubine to hang herself in the Buddhist hall. Later, Li Longji returned to Chang'an and hung the statue of the concubine in the West Palace, facing each other day and night. One night, I met in a dream, woke up to the sound of the rain on the sycamore, reminisced about the past, added melancholy, and died of depression soon after.

This story, which has not changed at all in this world, is a love swan song that has been passed down for thousands of years. Ye Chen was already familiar with this story, but when he saw the drama "Sycamore Rain" today, a song suddenly rose in his mind, rippling uncontrollably in his heart.

The song is sad and desolate, rippling with a kind of lovesickness and long-term hatred, and I suddenly heard the desolate and tactful sound of the woman in the dream of "looking back and smiling, and the six palaces have no color".

Ye Chen seemed to be stunned for a moment, sat on the chair in a daze and sat quietly for a while, and then immediately took out the paper and pen, and the notes with different rules were scribbled on the paper with the voice in his head, like a wonderful pen and flowers, all in one go.

About a quarter of an hour later, when he stopped writing, Ye Chen looked at the regular music score on the white paper, and sighed lightly unconsciously, not knowing why this sigh came from and who it was for.

In the study, Ye Chen sat quietly, his eyes flashing with an unknown light.

Early the next morning, Thursday, the Modu Drama Academy.

The season enters the middle of May, and the early summer reveals warmth, neither hot nor cold, which is the most joyful season.

Bamboo Garden, green bamboo has already revealed new shoots, vibrant, lush, the wind blows gently, the tender green bamboo leaves seem to blow to the wind chimes, making a "rustling" sound, particularly beautiful.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky has been bright, the retired old faculty and staff who practice and sing in the bamboo forest have finished work, as soon as they come out after breakfast, the old people put a chessboard on the stone table in the bamboo forest, and begin to fight, surrounded by four or five, look at the excitement around, or some are idle, carrying the bird cage and singing with their voices, which is also a scenery in the bamboo garden.

So early in the morning, Ye Chen appeared in the bamboo garden with a few gifts in his hand.

The old man was playing chess with others at that time, and Ye Chen had just entered the bamboo forest from the path, and he saw the old man.

"Old Murong, look, rare guest, Ye Chen's kid is here. Someone caught a glimpse of Ye Chen and talked to Old Man Murong who was playing chess.

"What's that!" Old Man Murong glanced around, it was really Ye Chen, who was rare to see now.

"Old man, it's quite elegant!," Ye Chen came up to greet a few old people, and then said to Old Man Murong with a laugh.

"Ye boy, why did you come to me early in the morning this time? I usually don't see anyone for half a year. Old Man Murong wondered.

"I'm looking for your old man, I'm going to have something!" Ye Chen smiled.

"What's the matter?" the old man was interested.

"I'm looking for you to borrow a piano. ”

………

A few minutes later, the old man's piano room.

"Why did you kid suddenly ask me to borrow the piano, why? Suddenly this one got better?" asked Old Man Murong curiously.

"Rehearsal!" Ye Chen looked at the old man's red-lacquered piano room, his eyes flashed, and he smiled mysteriously.

"Rehearsal?" When the old man heard this, a bright color flashed in his eyes, "You thought of a new tune?"

I remember that this old and young year-old friendship started with the song "Smiling Proud Jianghu Song" six years ago.

"What about Wenyu?" Ye Chen didn't answer directly, but instead asked about Zhao Niangpao Zhao Wenyu.

"It should be in the teacher's office, I don't know if he has classes in the morning. Old Man Murong replied. Speaking of the current Zhao Wenyu, he is a lecturer in the Opera Department of the Modu Drama Academy, he was originally a doctoral graduate of the Opera Department, and he is the apprentice of the old man Murong, with good skills, and he stayed in the school as a teacher after graduation.

"I'll give him a call. ”

Ten minutes later, Zhao Niangcang came over, still as white as a big girl.

"You guy is really a rare guest, why did you come here so early today, because you missed your old nest?" Zhao Niangpao joked as soon as she saw Ye Chen.

"I'm here today to ask for two helps. ”

Ye Chen smiled, stopped making a bend, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Score!"

"Wenyu, do you want to sing "Qiandan Kunsheng", right?" Ye Chen asked Zhao Wenyu, Qiandan Kunsheng is a man as a woman in the opera, and the simple explanation is "anti-string".

"Of course, what's wrong?

"Okay, let's get to work!

Soon after, the sound of intermittent guzheng came from the piano room.

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At the same time, at 10 o'clock in the morning, Fudan University officially issued a notice announcing that at 7 o'clock tomorrow evening, the "Ye Chen Lecture Hall" will be held on the Weibo live broadcast platform for the public to conduct online open classes, taste classical masterpieces, and talk about historical romance.

The room number was also published on the Wei blog.

Soon, the official wei blog of the new wolf also forwarded this wei bo, I don't know if it was voluntary, or if Fudan said hello.

As soon as the news was released, a few days ago, Ye Chen said that the video of the Three Kingdoms still gathered a group of interested netizens, although there were not many, but it was better than Ye Chen's strong fan group. Because Ye Chen has been low-key all year round, those fans always can't see others, but this time they can finally get a glimpse of it from the live broadcast, and the discussion is also impressive.

"I really did a live lecture, I thought it was just talking. ”

"The Three Kingdoms that Ye Chen talked about last time was quite interesting, maybe it will continue this time, you can go and see it,

"It always feels weird, it's the first time I've had a live lecture, and I can go and join in the fun. ”

"My husband is a cow b, obviously he can eat with his face, but he has to rely on his talent. ”

"Finally so that I and other fans can enjoy a glimpse of Ye Da's demeanor, it's really difficult to see him, and this time I can finally get my wish. ”

"I hope to see the golden girl become a big man in the live broadcast, she is always very literary and angry, you have to be down-to-earth, give me a copy of "Golden Bottle Plum" to try!"

"Haha, upstairs said what I wanted, let Ye Chen talk about "Golden Vase Plum" Ao Zhun is popular all over the country!"

“………”

Unconsciously, these discussion buildings were crooked, and Ye Chen was asked to sell cute, pick his feet, and talk about "Golden Bottle Plum......

The public entertainment of the Internet is restricted, most of these people want to watch Ye Chen's live broadcast, and they really want to listen to Ye Chen's speech, but there are very few.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day, Friday. (To be continued.) )