The next day, Jiang Chengwen got up early.

He put on two thin clothes and went downstairs for a morning run!

Even if it's a holiday, it can't be left behind, although the matter has been resolved, but the body is its own.

After running around the neighborhood twice, the sky suddenly darkened.

"It's going to rain......"

If it rained, I couldn't run anymore, so I practiced to this point, ran to the breakfast shop in the distance, and prepared to eat a few buns before going back.

Behind the breakfast shop is a market, and Jiang Chengwen asked for a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of white rice porridge.

When I sat down, I heard the sound of gongs and drums beating behind me.

"Boss, why is it so noisy in the back?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

The boss is not very old, about thirty years old, and replied to Jiang Chengwen: "There is singing in the market behind." ”

Jiang Chengwen recalled when he heard this.

Singing!

Every year when the Spring Festival is about to enter the summer, the Sichuan Opera Troupe in Yunan will run all over Chongqing, and will set up a stage to sing in every place.

This is a government-supported project to promote the traditional culture of Sichuan opera.

On these days of the year, there are always many vendors running along with the troupe, so there is a lively walk.

This is also the few days that Jiang Chengwen was most looking forward to when he was a child.

After eating the buns, Jiang Chengwen paid the money and walked towards the market behind.

Coincidentally, it was drizzling, but fortunately, it didn't rain much.

"Lamb kebabs! Fresh lamb skewers! ”

"Barbecue ......" "Marshmallow ......"

Most of these sounds come from the horns, and Yunan does not have the flavor of the imperial capital, but it is still lively.

There is also a machine for catching dolls on the side, playing, eating, and drinking.

In the center, there is a stage made of thick cloth and steel frames, which can seat hundreds of people.

It's still early, and most of the people who come are uncles and aunts.

Walking into the theater booth, there are rows of iron barbed seats below, very simple, but very sturdy, neatly arranged in rows.

At this point in time, there are about 50 people, most of them are middle-aged and elderly, and most of the children are playing outside, either the crane machine or the game of shooting, they don't like to listen to the play.

"Bang ......"

Jiang Chengwen raised his head and glanced at the stage, and the lights suddenly turned on.

The LED screen on the side lit up with the words "newspaper screen".

- "The Shade of the Willows"

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Jiang Chengwen's eyes lit up, this is the play he likes to listen to.

Although "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" is a Peking Opera, his predecessor was "The Legend of the Willow Shade" in Sichuan Opera, which was originally handed down from Sichuan Opera.

In fact, it's funny to say, most of the reason why I like this drama is because this is a drama that celebrates love, and most of the people of my generation like opera start from love.

For example, the Sichuan opera "The Legend of the Willow Shade", which is about to be sung, and the Peking Opera "Farewell My Concubine" and so on......

Jiang Chengwen didn't get together with the uncles and aunts, and found a remote place to sit down.

The sound of horns and erhu came from the stage, and with the blessing of the recorder, actors in costumes came to the stage from behind the scenes.

The familiar tone and opera sound came into Jiang Chengwen's ears.

He listened to the sound of the opera and hummed together: "...... Brothers and Dengyang Pass Road, uh-huh, hum-huh......"

This first scene lasted for an hour.

Jiang Chengwen also sat under the stage for an hour, and during this period, people walked into the studio one after another.

When I got to the back, I didn't have a place to go, so I stood and listened.

It was a hazy drizzle outside, and Jiang Chengwen closed his eyes and hummed the tone of the Sichuan opera.

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Jiang Chengwen was stunned for a moment, "Is this okay?" ”

He shook his head and smiled, didn't care, and continued to listen to the play.

For no reason, he stretched out his hand, imitating Liang Shanbo's movements and expressions, and humming a tune in his mouth.

There is a good way to learn.

At the end of the opera, Zhu Yingtai on the stage suddenly changed his gaze and looked at Jiang Chengwen sitting in the corner.

Between the four eyes.

"Huh?" Jiang Chengwen couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhu Yingtai on the stage was also stunned, but he quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Wow......"

The gong sounded, and when it was time to close, everyone in the audience applauded and applauded.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai on the stage saluted, and then saw the scene.

"What does she think of me?"

Jiang Chengwen was wondering why Zhu Yingtai, who was on stage just now, looked at him.

He shook his head, thinking that maybe he was overthinking.

Seeing that it was almost over, Jiang Chengwen got up and left the studio, brought a breakfast to Jiang's mother when he passed by the early shop, and then rushed home.

The drizzle was hazy, and Jiang Chengwen hurried home slowly with buns and soy milk.

……

Backstage in the theatre.

Liu Jiang, who played Liang Shanbo, took off his headdress, looked at Lin Qian, who played Zhu Yingtai next to him, and asked, "Sister, you were out of your mind just now?" ”

Liu Jiang is a native of southern Chongqing, in his thirties, and speaks in the dialect of southern Chongqing.

"Huh?" Lin Qian was stunned for a moment and said, "Is there one?" ”

"I can see it."

Liu Jiang asked: "But it's okay, it's your first time on stage, so it's inevitable that there will be some problems, and you won't be allowed to do it next time." ”

Lin Qian shook her head and said, "Senior brother, there was a ...... in the audience just now."

Liu Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the difference?" ”

"He... He ......"

Lin Qian pursed her lips and said, "The eyebrows, eyes and look are like Liang Shanbo in the play." ”

Liu Jiang was stunned when he heard this, and laughed, "How can it be like it, sister, you think too much." ”

"It's really like!"

Lin Qian recalled the person in the audience before, and when she raised her hand, she was full of anger, raising her eyes and eyebrows, as if the real Liang Shanbo was in front of her.

Liu Jiang waved his hand, and then went to remove his makeup.

Lin Qian pursed her lips, and knew that her senior brother didn't take it seriously, so he went to find the teacher.

Her teacher is Cao Yuying, the vice president of the Shuzhongchuan Theater, and she is also the initiator of the troupe, and she came to learn with it, and she got an opportunity to sing a play of Zhu Yingtai on stage.

"Teacher!"

Lin Qian ran to Dean Cao in a hurry.

Dean Cao put down the script in his hand and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry, you can't put on makeup?" ”

Lin Qian said: "I saw a person just now! ”

"Well, then what."

"Like, like Liang Shanbo!"

Dean Cao was stunned when he heard this.

Senior brother Liu Jiang couldn't understand what Lin Qian meant, but Dean Cao was different.

She has been studying opera for many years, although singing requires a lot of oil paint, and a person's skills are separated from the tone, but sometimes, the eyebrows, eyes and look are more important.

"What are you talking about?" Dean Cao asked.

Lin Qian said: "Eyes! ”

Dean Cao was stunned again, got up and looked outside and said, "You point it out to me." ”

Lin Qian looked up, looking for the figure just now.

"Gone......"