Senior Superstar

Li Shixin has been thinking about the idea of ​​building a repertory theater since he participated in "Story China" in the past two days.

As a form of artistic expression, the preparation time for drama works is shorter than that of movies, and their release is not restricted by theaters and audits.

What's even more rare is that for Li Shixin's current acting career is not wide, and his own image has a high demand for the role of an actor, the role tolerance on the stage of drama is definitely much greater than that of movies.

After Yuedong Drama Troupe became popular, Li Shixin actually decided to build a higher-level drama platform. However, limited by the expressive power of the drama stage, he has not been able to make up his mind.

But this time, the 4D stage of "Story China" really opened Li Shixin's horizons, and he also confirmed that drama is a long-term way to support himself.

The technological innovation of stage art has allowed Li Shixin to see that the works presented on the stage are no less contagious than film works. Considering the current situation where he has few film appointments and often has to create opportunities by himself, if the drama is really done Get up, isn't the applause worth it?

So Li Shixin is serious about engaging in a drama theater this time.

Hearing his thoughts, Liu Wenqiang frowned deeply.

"Ms. Li, this...you can tell me whether you want to cooperate with me, but we hit it off so well, so I have to say a few words."

You're so close, you still don't recognize a godfather?

Seeing Liu Wenqiang's noncommittal look, Li Shixin complained in his heart, then smiled slightly, "Director Liu, what do you say?"

"Ms. Li, times have changed now. The art form of drama is different from when you were in Hongqi Repertory Troupe. People have more ways of entertainment and more ways of receiving information... Let's not say goodbye Yes, let’s speak Mandarin. You can say that Mandarin is the highest-level drama theater in China right now? If you look at the current Mandarin theaters, in fact, the production of special works depends on the appeal of the actors. It’s true that people who simply like drama Fanciers, there are too few."

Just as Liu Wenqiang was speaking, the sound of drums and pianos played by the stage boss downstairs was heard again. After the Huadan stepped down, an old man appeared on the stage.

On the stage alone, he sang a section of Xipi Yuanban from "Longfeng Chengxiang".

"Advise Qiansui to kill the word and stop exporting it. The old minister and the Lord said it from the beginning; Liu Bei was originally the descendant of King Jing, and the great-great-grandson of the Han Emperor stayed. He has a second younger brother, Han Shoutinghou, who is worried about Qinglong Yanyue, gods and ghosts. Baimapoqian Wen Chou, once beheaded old Cai Yang in the ancient city..."

The gongs, drums and erhu beside the stage were beating lively, and the old students on the stage sang vigorously. But in the lobby full of diners, it seemed so out of place.

Seeing Li Shixin staring intently at the Beijing opera in the lobby, where the tables were intertwined and no one was enjoying it, Liu Wenqiang reached out and nodded to the old man on the stage.

Reluctantly said: "Teacher Li, look, this drama is almost the same as Peking Opera. Things are good things, but times have changed."

Just as Liu Wenqiang said this, a table of diners under the stage suddenly stood up from the table. Shouted loudly.

"waiter!"

"Hello, sir. What do you need? Call your manager!"

Following the greetings of the diners, a middle-aged man in a black suit immediately walked over.

"Hi sir, I am the manager of this store, what can I do?"

"I said what's going on in your store? What's the matter? The whole theater troupe is making a lot of noise, and we have to shout when we talk here."

"Ah... sorry sir, we didn't think about it. I'll let them keep their voices down."

"Don't keep your voice down, it's too noisy in the house. No one is listening after eating, let them rest."

"This... Sir, I'm sorry, I'm afraid this is not easy to handle."

"What's the problem? What's the matter? Didn't you invite the theater troupe to show it to our customers? Now we don't want to watch it, so we can't let them stop? Is it me or the theater troupe? Money?"

The customer may have drank a little too much wine and was a little emotional.

Seeing that the customer was a little bit about to make trouble, the manager was embarrassed.

It was at this time that a few tables noticed that the guests here also agreed;

"It's really a bit noisy. We're too embarrassed to talk about it for a long time, or we should stop."

"Yes, manager. I really can't appreciate it. What I can understand may be the sound of nature. We are not fanciers. The ducks are like thunder, and it makes all the noise in our ears. The man on the stage is also working hard, so let him Stop it, ah!"

Facing the requests of a group of customers, the manager grinned and nodded, then turned and walked to the front of the stage.

Facing the old man who clearly heard the opinions of the customers on the stage, but seemed to have no intention of stopping at all, he bowed.

"Old man, look..."

On the stage, holding his hand, the old man who sang "His fourth disciple, General Long Changshan, the hero of the world crowned Kyushu" fell silent.

Under the watchful eyes of diners.

After a long time, the old man with only a beard on his plain face let out a long sigh.

Facing the diners under the stage, he bowed down.

"I'm not good at learning, I'm sorry for disturbing everyone's cleanliness."

Seeing the old student who was bowing down, several diners waved their hands, "Don't say that, old man, just stop. We don't know how to appreciate it, so we're sorry."

"Forget it, forget it, we just want to have a quiet meal. I don't mean to make things difficult for you. If you apologize, it will be waived. You just stop."

Facing the steps given by the diners, the old students on the stage did not go down.

Standing up straight again, he raised his hand to the drummer and piano beside him.

As the drums and zithers sounded again, the old man sank his dantian, and amidst all the astonishment, he said loudly: "But there are rules in our Liyuan business, what are the rules? If you talk about the opera, come from all directions. Ghosts, the four directions are gods. Regardless of whether there are people in the audience or no one, no matter who listens or not, the excerpt must be sung to the end. This is something left by the ancestors..."

Having said that, the old man raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

"Mortals don't listen, ghosts and gods listen!"

"His fourth disciple, General Long Changshan, is a world-class hero who crowns Kyushu;

Chang Banpo rescued Adou, and killed Cao Bing in sorrow.

Which of these generals is there? And Zhuge used tricks.

It doesn't matter if you kill Liu Bei, how can his brothers give up after hearing about it!

If soldiers come to fight, Cao Cao will reap the benefits.

I turned around and played the Empress Dowager, and I will plan~knot~luan~chou~~~~"

"good!"

Seeing the old man pull out the last tune in front of the diners in the audience, Li Shixin stood in front of the window and applauded loudly.

After singing the song, the old man stopped his gestures and looked up at Li Shixin, who was the only applause upstairs.

Clasping his hands into fists, he bowed deeply.

Standing up again, he waved at the people beside the stage and withdrew.

Seeing the troupe leaving the stage, Li Shixin turned around and laughed at Liu Wenqiang.

"Director Liu, this is a good thing. It's always a good thing. It doesn't matter what era it is, there are always people who like it. As long as a small group of people like it, it won't die. As long as it doesn't die, maybe it won't die. Times change, and it won’t be all the same if it becomes popular again, right?”

Seeing Li Shixin's determined appearance after eating the weight, Liu Wenqiang shook his head helplessly.

"Succeed, since Mr. Li has made up his mind, if I say more, I'm ignorant. Don't say it, don't say it."

While Liu Wenqiang was speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open.

After a lot of talking just now, the dishes have been prepared, and the waiter is carrying the tray and passing the food and drinks in.

But behind the waiter, there were still two people following.

One is Hua Dan who just made a blessing to Li Shixin. One is the old student who has just stepped down.

Seeing Li Shixin sitting on the window side of the private room, the old man with a bottle of Moutai in his hand walked up to him with his sleeves rolled up.

Self-consciously, he turned over the cup on the table, filled it slowly for Li Shixin, and respected him.

Glancing at the soaked wine hanging in the wine glass, Li Shixin was delighted.

"Sir, what do you say about this wine?"

The old man chuckled, and handed the wine glass to Li Shixin with both hands.

"Thank you just now for Cai'er, sir. I'm not talented, I didn't learn the play well, I made my husband laugh. This shop is opened by my son, and today's order is waived, sir."

"Yo!" On the side, Liu Wenqiang hurriedly stood up from the chair when he heard the old man's words.

Although the restaurant is a bit weird, such a restaurant in the third ring road is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Facing the old man's arrogance, Li Shixin smiled and waved his hands.

"I didn't pay to listen to your play. I applaud you for singing well, but you have to waive my bill. What's the reason?"

Hearing this, Liu Wenqiang grinned.

Anyway, it's not that you spend money all the time, right? !

Obviously, he didn't know that this meal was not an old man who spent money on Li Shixin, and he was moved when he heard this.

drop!

Received additional [Moving] applause value, 155 points!

After a little silence, the old man plucked off his beard and picked up his wine glass.

"Wine is drunk with a bosom friend, and poetry is recited to the congregation. Sir, a glass of thin wine is not a respect!"

As he spoke, the old man touched Li Shixin's glass with his wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking a cup of wine, the old man took a step back, bowed again with the little Huadan just now, and walked out of the box.

Looking at the yellowing label on the bottle on the table, and the waxed mouth on the bottle cap, and looking at the old Moutai, Li Shixin smiled faintly.

Opening a restaurant and raising an opera troupe...

Interesting.

PS: Recently, this chapter said that the function is temporarily disabled due to the crackdown, which is unrealistic on the webpage and client. But brothers and sisters, please don’t stop talking about this chapter, because you can see it in the background and get used to the existence of this chapter. Without this thing, you can’t see the response, and you don’t feel good about it, and the plot doesn’t have to be copied. So, godfather, man!