Peking Opera is the quintessence of our Chinese culture, which originated in the Qing Dynasty and reached its peak during the Republic of China, and was inscribed on the Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity on November 16, 2010.

In my mind, Peking Opera is a very elegant art. Whether it is the beautiful words and phrases in Peking Opera, or the profound performance skills of Peking Opera actors, I am fascinated.

I once tried to learn the vocal practice of drama, and as a result, I was almost beaten up by the other three people in the dormitory on charges of harassment. So, that's the end of it.

The teacher who gave us the Peking Opera Appreciation Elective Course was an old man in his sixties, who was very energetic, and he often came to the class to give a Peking Opera joke, which amazed us students.

"Yo, here it is."

The Peking Opera teacher was standing at the door of the classroom waiting for the lesson, and when he saw me, he smiled and said hello to me.

Since I started this class, I have been sitting in the front row of the classroom, because it is spacious, and there are basically no other students around, which is conducive to me secretly writing novels.

Because of this, the Peking Opera teacher is familiar with me.

"Hello teacher." I bowed slightly, not because I respected him so much, I just felt that this was the most basic etiquette of life, and it was a spiritual and cultural treasure left to our descendants by our predecessors.

When the class started, I put my phone under my desk and coded the words while listening to the class.

Dual-mindedness is an ability I developed when I was in junior high school and reading novels while listening to lectures.

No way, my junior high school teacher and my dad are friends and always like to stare at me and ask questions.

I twisted my neck to relieve the slight soreness in my neck, and when I turned my head to look, I saw that Lingxue was listening intently.

Perhaps because Lingxue was too active, the Peking Opera teacher frequently turned his attention to us, so that I was embarrassed to desert again.

I put my phone back in my pocket, fastened it, and began to listen to the lecture.

When it comes to Peking Opera, most people may first think of the hand-me-down work "Farewell My Concubine".

Xiang Yu, the first fierce general in Chinese history and the overlord of Western Chu, who is the overlord of Western Chu, and Yu Ji, the peerless beauty of Yu Xi and Yu Xi - a hero and a beauty.

The film "Farewell to the Overlord" directed by director Chen Da and starring Zhang Guor and Gong L - broke the box office record of Chinese mainland literary and art films in the United States, and was the only Chinese-language film that won the Palme d'Or at the Cannes International Film Festival and the Golden Globe Award for Best Foreign Language Film at the same time, and was selected as the "100 best films in global history" by Time Magazine.

In the second class, the Peking Opera teacher taught everyone to sing the jokes in "Farewell My Concubine".

"Since I, I have fought with the king.

Weathered and toiled, year after year.

Hate only hated the unprincipled Qin to ruin the lives of the people, and only caused the people to suffer.

The Peking Opera teacher's rich and vicissitudes of voice, combined with the unique singing method of the opera, sang this Peking Opera with a shocking feeling that can resonate with people's hearts.

"Come on, everyone try, open your voice, don't be shy."

The Peking Opera teacher said to the students in the audience with a smile.

Then we tried to speak, and for a while, the classroom was full of ghosts and howls, and it felt like the opening music of a supernatural movie.

The words of a girl sitting behind me made me laugh, she said: "This relationship is not "Farewell My Concubine", this is "A Chinese Ghost Story"!" ”

Just as I was smiling helplessly and rubbing the bridge of my nose, an ethereal, quiet female voice sounded beside me:

"Since I, with the king, have been fighting in the east and west—"

I was immediately clever.

Damn, who is this, Tai Nima is professional.

This soft and sonorous female drama is simply beautiful.

In fact, the rest of the classroom is holding the same thoughts as me at the moment.

Eyes brushed in unison—

Lingxue suddenly stopped talking, lowered her head, and looked at me with her big eyes, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

"This little classmate, can I trouble you to come up to the podium." The Peking Opera teacher said to Lingxue in surprise and kindly.

I can understand that seeing a "G.E.M" suddenly pop out of this group of soul singers in the audience, everyone has to be excited.

"Go ahead, the teacher thinks you're singing great." I whispered to the Psico.

After receiving my approval and encouragement, the spirit blood stepped onto the podium.

After everyone saw the appearance of the spiritual blood, the male compatriots were boiling again, and they didn't know, they thought it was the concert scene.

I also noticed that the guy who was sitting in the third row behind me and was playing with his mobile phone, from the moment he raised his head, he showed an expression of "how can there be such a beautiful woman in this world", and he didn't even notice that his mobile phone fell to the ground.

Under the guidance and help of the Peking Opera teacher, Lingxue sang a large section of "Farewell My Concubine" one after another, singing all the wrinkles on the Peking Opera teacher's face, and praising them one after another.

After being satisfied, the Peking Opera teacher decided to reward such an outstanding student, and he asked: "Classmate, which college are you from, what is the name of the student number, and the exam will give you extra points." ”

After hearing this, Lingxue stood for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at me.

I didn't feel good.

But before I could take action, the spirit blood side had already spoken: "Sculpture, cultivation thorns." ”

The Peking Opera teacher looked at the teaching assistant sitting in the student's seat, "Xiao Wang, did you hear clearly?" ”

The polite little brother nodded and began to look through the roster in his hand, and then he was stupid and responded hesitantly:

"No, this thorn ...... It's a man! ”

The Peking Opera teacher took half a step back, helped his glasses, and looked at Lingxue in surprise, "You... Are you a man? ”

"Oh-" exclamations erupted in the classroom.

I couldn't sit still, so I ran up to the podium and spat out the words from my mouth: "I'm sorry, teacher, this is my sister." She heard that your class was interesting and wanted to come and listen to it, so I brought her here and caused you trouble. ”

After the Peking Opera teacher understood my words, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I see, it's okay, just listen to it, the more people I am, the happier I am." ”

Seeing that the misunderstanding was successfully clarified, I also let out a big breath that had been stuffed in my chest for a long time.

I'm really afraid that tonight there will be a "shock, the most beautiful male student in science and technology in the Peking Opera class!" Once in 3,000 years! "Come and see, everyone, this is the real big cute girl. "The live-action version of Hideyoshi surprises science and technology! "And so on and so forth.

If things really turn out like that, then I don't need to go to university.

After the Peking Opera class, I hurried away with my spiritual blood, for fear of being surrounded by enthusiastic male compatriots.

However, it didn't end there, and when I bought dinner and returned to the hotel, the squad leader called me:

"Xiuzi, you're not enough buddy!"

"Huh?" I don't understand why he said that.

"Didn't you say that you found that photo of your phone from the Internet? Why did you become your sister again, you actually don't worry about me, and I treat you as a friend in vain! If I hadn't glanced at the circle of friends, maybe I would have been blinded by you for a lifetime! ”

"What, actually... Hmmm..."What is "blinded" and "a quilt", it feels quite inappropriate for children.

"Okay, don't say it, I can understand, who is with whom we have a relationship."

"Uh-huh."

"So, give me the WeChat ID, right?"

“…… No need to talk! ”

I ignored the squad leader's request and hung up.

"What's wrong?" Lingxue was eating barbecue bibimbap and asked me.

"It's okay, eat yours."

"Oh."

I put the takeaway in my hand aside, looked at the spiritual blood that was fighting to the death with the third barbecue rice, rolled my eyes, and looked at the ceiling.

To this day, it seems that my ordinary university life is in a real crisis......

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