Chapter Eighty-Three: Su Yang's Performance of "The Drunken Concubine"

"Su Yang, what did you buy?" Yang Mi looked at the bag he was carrying in his hand and asked.

It's full of ground, and it looks like it's heavy.

"Didn't you just say that you were going to sing a Peking Opera to your grandmother? I'm going to buy oil paint, lead powder, and other makeup stuff. Su Yang said calmly.

Yang Mi smiled awkwardly: "It's just for you to sing a paragraph to your grandma casually, you don't need to be so formal." ”

"Yes, Su Yang, grandma just listen to it, you don't need to be so formal." Although grandma said this, she was happy in her heart, and felt that Su Yang was taking herself seriously, that is, her granddaughter seriously.

Elderly people tend to think too much.

"Since you said that you want to perform for your grandmother, you must be attentive, Peking Opera has no soul without makeup." Su Yang walked back to his seat with his things.

"Yo, this kid! Okay, grandma is looking forward to your performance! Grandma looked at Su Yang with a smile.

Su Yang took out a bunch of bottles and cans from the bag, and a bunch of brushes that seemed to be used for painting.

They were opened one by one, placed in front of them, and a glass of water was in the cup.

At this time, several female students had already eaten almost all of them, except for the foodie Weiwei.

They all gathered around Su Yang, looking curiously at these things they had never seen before.

Tingting took a bottle of rouge, looked at the bright red fat powder inside, stretched out her finger and tapped it gently.

wiped it on the face of Wei Wei, who was eating braised pork, Wei Wei was eating with relish, but Tingting was startled when she suddenly came.

patted his chest, panted and drooped his face, "What are you doing!" People haven't eaten yet! ”

"Hahahaha, your face looks like a monkey's ass." Tingting is mischievous.

"Humph! You wait! Weiwei was still chewing on the braised pork in her mouth and stood up vaguely.

Ran to Su Yang's side, I didn't know what I touched with my hand, so I went to grab Tingting, Tingting ran around the table with a smile.

Yang Mi looked at the frolicking two and shook her head helplessly.

Grandma and aunt also smiled and watched this group of children playing, I haven't seen such a happy picture for a long time, it's good to be with the children, always full of energy.

Su Yang took the pen and applied makeup to the mirror seriously, dotted that with the pen for a while, washed it off with water for a while, and changed it to another color or paint.

The painting is decent, and the preliminary makeup on the face has appeared.

Several female students were not making trouble, but watched in amazement as Su Yang put makeup on his face, although they didn't understand, they felt that Su Yang was very professional.

They have also watched Peking Opera a few times on TV, and they feel that Su Yang's painting is the same as a dime on TV.

Grandma looked at Su Yang's makeup technique seriously, and nodded with a smile: "This kid really has some skills." These days, there aren't many people who know this. ”

"Yes, I have accompanied my mother to watch Peking Opera on TV for many years over the years, and some behind-the-scenes images will be shown on TV, and I also think that Su Yang, this young man, has a good painting." Aunt smiled and smiled with grandma.

Yang Mi just looked at it curiously, because she really didn't understand it.

Although she often accompanied her grandmother to watch dramas when she was a child, she didn't remember things so long ago, her impression was similar to those female students, and she felt that Su Yang's paintings seemed to be similar to those on TV.

Under the strange gaze of everyone, Su Yang finished his makeup, and then he took out the green coat he had worn during the competition from his bag and went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

When he came back, because of his strange outfit, the people in the corridor looked sideways.

When Su Yang entered the room, several female students had already received the tables and chairs into the corners of the room.

A large open space in the middle was vacated for Su Yang.

When Su Yang entered the room, everyone's eyes were focused on him, looking at the makeup on his face and the clothes on his body, if he didn't know it in advance, he wouldn't have recognized it as Su Yang's at all.

"Brother Su Yang, please start your performance." Tingting bent down mischievously and made a gesture of please.

Su Yang walked to the center of the room with steady steps.

Su Yang cleared his throat, "Babble~"

Flicked his sleeves and began his performance.

The melodious and tactful tune, and the graceful figure, as if Yang Guifei was in front of him.

lamenting why the lover has not come.

That's right, Su Yang performed the world-famous "The Drunken Concubine".

The main content of "The Drunken Concubine" is all dance and singing based on programmed movements.

I saw Su Yang walking a little vainly, singing in a mournful voice.

Several female students widened their eyes and covered their mouths with their hands, watching Su Yun's performance in shock.

Are they not understanding?

This performance seems to be the same as the Peking Opera singing I saw on TV in my memory.

They struggled to follow the memories of their childhood.

Yang Mi gasped, although she didn't understand, Su Yang's singing did give people a professional feeling.

Every word, every move, and every style is full of poetry.

My aunt sat next to my grandmother, watching her body suddenly stiffen, slowly shaking her head, as if something unbelievable had happened.

Grandma got up from her seat and leaned out, trying to get a better view of the performer in front of her.

Su Yang's intoxicating posture, full of beautiful lines, clear voice, and tactful tunes, express part of the life experience of the favorite concubine Yang Yuhuai through beautiful movements and gorgeous singing lyrics and tunes, expressing Yang Guifei's complex feelings from expectation to disappointment and then to resentment to the fullest.

At this time, in the room, the silent pin drop could be heard, and everyone's attention was focused on the peerless person.

Meanwhile.

Outside the door of the room, people gathered in twos and threes out of curiosity at first, listening at the door.

But the more I listened, the more I became obsessed, the more I listened, the more intoxicated I became, and finally I stood at the door in a daze, quietly listening to the chanting of the people inside.

There are also some grandfathers and grandmothers who eat on this floor, and most of the grandfathers and grandmothers grew up listening to Peking opera.

Listening to the voices from the last century coming from the corridor, they got up from the dining table and walked in the direction of the sound.

There were also old people at the family dinner, regardless of the obstruction of their children, they had to go outside, and followed this beautiful tone to the door of the room where Su Yang and the others were.

There is also a grandmother who has just served the meal, and she was just about to use her chopsticks to eat her favorite plum cabbage button meat, but when she heard Su Yang's voice, the action of eating meat stopped.

My ears listened carefully to this beautiful singing voice, and I didn't seem to be sure that this voice was coming from the corridor, such a natural sound, as if only I had heard it when I was a child.

Then, he immediately put down the chopsticks in his hand and rushed out of the room tremblingly, and there were more and more people gathered at Su Yang's door, guessing what the concubine inside looked like.