HPDBC Page 266
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Then, Jiang Bei paused, turned his head, and looked at Professor Qiu.
Everyone, including Emperor Gong, was shocked!
[Ding... The host activates the active acting skill - drama, triggering 100% chance of admiration, special effect: silence. 】
The entire empty National Theatre.
No one spoke.
On the stage.
Only Jiang Bei alone, it's like Yu Ji singing solo, it's so beautiful!
"it is good!"
I don't know if I just said it.
There were not many people, but the sound of a crowd of ten thousand people was abruptly swelled.
Professor Qiu came back to his senses, smiled wryly and said: "Hey... you can't accept it, some people are born to eat this bowl of rice, how many people have worked hard, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, just for this one minute on stage, no Cheng Xiang... some people, just a few hours of emergency training, have reached the skill of others in a lifetime."
The accompaniment of the Peking Opera troupe next to me was stunned!
I have worked with so many national team artists.
When the younger generation came to the stage, the breath of this Kunqu accent was so steady, so rare!
Teacher Gu, the accompanist of the Beijing Opera Troupe, sighed: "It's been many years, and I've never seen such a shiny Tsing Yi... Big horn!!!"
Jiangbei didn't know.
I tried my hand at it for a while, but it caused so many people to stir up turmoil in their hearts!
...
The day of rehearsal is over.
Jiang Bei dragged his exhausted body back to the hotel.
Qiao Xinyue made several phone calls, either for interviews by the media, or for interviews with advertisers, or invitations for new dramas.
Jiang Bei was not in the mood to chat at all.
Hanging up the phone, taking a shower, lying on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at Yanjing City, which is like a giant beast puffing out neon lights, rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
Open the script.
[Ding... Has the host entered the movie king's space, yes or no? 】
"Enter."
【Fives! 】
【Four! 】
【three! 】
【two! 】
【one! 】
In an instant, his eyes went black.
...
During the day, several days have passed in the actor's space.
Jiangbei's skills have also advanced by leaps and bounds.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the little stone being punished!
Master Guan held a teapot in one hand and threw a whip knife in the other, angrily scolding the troupe boys!
And what about small stones?
Hands hold a wooden board on which a washbasin is placed.
And Leader Guan is pouring water into the washbasin!
"As long as we have this kind of opera singing, there has never been a generation where Beijing opera has been as prosperous as ours. You guys are catching up!"
All the disciples said in unison!
"That's right—"
"That's right—"
"That's right—"
Leader Guan continued to reprimand: "28 arts, 64 jobs, just play around, the stage is yours, big boy, reward silver, lottery, save face, don't worry about eating and drinking!"
"But if you mess it up, you won't even be able to wear the suit!"
"Little Stone! Tell me, why punish you?!"
Little Shitou knelt on the ground, clutching the board with his small hands, and tremblingly said: "Those who form cliques in the class will be punished!"
"Hmph! You're smart! Don't get up before midnight!"
"Yes!"
This scene was all seen by Jiang Bei, who was practicing kung fu.
night.
The host of the theater troupe, when everyone was asleep, Jiang Bei lit the kerosene lamp and looked at the small stones in the cold wind through the glass.
The two big snot bubbles were frozen into icicles, and the water in the washbasin was also frozen, but he didn't cry out bitterness or tiredness.
This young body made Jiang Bei unable to do anything.
Practice hard all day long, so that one day, you will be on stage!
"It's time."
Outside the window, the little stone stumbled, caught the washbasin, rubbed his hands, and rushed into the dormitory with a 'whoosh' sound, his little face was blue and purple from the cold.
Seeing the little Liuzi who hadn't slept yet, he said in surprise: "Liuzi, wait for ghosts, don't sleep yet, you're being lazy tomorrow, I won't take it for you, little master!"
"sleep!"
The little stone came up and blew out the kerosene lamp.
The dormitory was plunged into darkness.
half an hour.
Jiang Bei whispered: "Brother, it's snowing."
...
Day two.
4:[-] am.
The reeds are swaying, singing skills are practiced, and the snow is falling heavily.
Leader Guan yelled: "Sing what I taught you yesterday!"
"three."
"two."
"one."
"Sing!"
All the disciples said in unison.
"Strengthening the mountain, the qi is unparalleled in the world, but the times are unfavorable, and it will not die. What can I do if I don't die, what can I do, Yu Xi, Yu Xi Nai Ruo!"
"Strengthening the mountain, the qi is unparalleled in the world, but the times are unfavorable, and it will not die. What can I do if I don't die, what can I do, Yu Xi, Yu Xi Nai Ruo!"
"Strengthening the mountain, the qi is unparalleled in the world, but the times are unfavorable, and it will not die. What can I do if I don't die, what can I do, Yu Xi, Yu Xi Nai Ruo!"
...
Time flies, Xiaodouzi also came to the youth.
this day.
Sing and read as usual.
It was the first time for the disciples to put on the costumes, and they were all so excited. Then, on second thought, the voice of the Wenxi teacher came.
"Spot check!"
"You, little lame, [Night Run]!"
The little scorpion who is practicing body skills is not stingy with gags, a Ju Linger, standing at attention, with a serious look, really has the meaning of "Lin Chong"!
"Looking back at the heavens, running away in a hurry!"
"I don't care about... uh... I don't care about... you wait, you wait..."
The literary and opera teacher frowned, and grabbed Xiao Manzi's hand: "Don't care about anything!"
After looking at it for a long time, I can't think of a chicken...
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The literary and opera teacher, holding the handle of the fan, smacked it in the palm of Xiao Manzi.
"Aiyo~Aiyo~~"
"Don't care about loyalty and filial piety! I told you to remember to eat and not to fight! It's been half a month, and you still can't! Look at your senior brother!"
After speaking, go to the small stone.
Before he got there, Little Stone began to sing!
"Thinking of me, Xiang Yu, I am powerful and powerful, and the time is unfavorable and the time is not dying! What is the time when the time is not dying, what is the reason for the danger!"
The literary and opera teacher nodded, his brows stretched.
"Success, word for word! Consider your progress!"
"Hand out!"
Xiao Shitou was stunned: "No...I've turned my back on it, so why..."
The nagging is nagging, but I still stretch out my hand.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
"I hit you to remind you, you have to recite it like this next time!"
Strict teachers lead to excellent apprentices!
A role is not so easy to practice!
This time, it's Jiangbei's turn!
"You, Sifan!"
Jiang Bei, who was dressed in white and had a charming figure, was out of place in the troupe.
"The little nun is twenty-eight years old, and her hair was cut off by the master when she was young..."
And then... stuck.
"What's next?" The literary and opera teacher's face sank.
"I...I...I'm a man..."
The literary and opera teacher suddenly roared!
"Say what?! How many times have I taught you?! Ah! How many times!"
"You are your Jiao'e! Girl! Jiao! E!"