Senior Superstar

Because of the relationship between the film and television base, the cultural industry in Rongdian is actually relatively well-established, but this perfection depends on where it is compared-it is not comparable to places like Beijing.

After all, there is still a gap in cultural heritage between a city built on the basis of industry and an ancient capital that has existed for hundreds of years.

Beijing opera is rarely seen in Rongdian, and a group of old fans are surprised to see anything in the theater, so they immediately visit the theater as a tourist attraction.

Watching a group of old fans move freely, Zhao Jinzhi stood in front of the stage thoughtfully, Li Shixin frowned, and walked forward.

"Xiao Zhao, I remember you said that you used to be in the Liyuan branch too, right?"

The sudden sound brought Zhao Jinzhi back from his thoughts.

Looking at Li Shixin beside him, he smiled.

"If I don't come to this theater today, I'll almost forget about it." Zhao Jinzhi smiled and shook her head after looking at the unlit, dimly lit stage. I haven't touched the stage for many years."

Li Shixin nodded, and asked with a smile: "Do you still have contact with those former colleagues these years?"

"It happened a few times." Zhao Jinzhi blinked, and said helplessly, "After the business was completed, the old leader of the previous unit came to me several times."

"What's the matter, I can't bear your role, and want you to go back to singing?"

"what."

Zhao Jinzhi smiled and shook her head;

"In today's industry, apart from the descendants of Yu, Yan, Gao, Ma, Mei, Shang, Cheng, and Xun, who else is there? They came here to attract investment. In recent years, the Peking Opera industry has become more and more popular. Marginalization is almost the same as here, and there is also a sigh of relief over there. When I first started working, theaters made some profits from touring performances, but in recent years, except for some apportionments from TV stations and cultural outlets, basically There is no performance task. Even the theater’s Quyi Academy can’t recruit children. If it weren’t for the country’s current support policies, this industry will probably die out in a few decades.”

Sensing the melancholy in Zhao Jinzhi's words, Li Shixin nodded silently.

The system's dream skills say [coming soon], I'm afraid it also has this meaning in it.

Peking Opera is known to the world as the quintessence of the country. But like many excellent traditional cultures, under the current wave of Internet with various entertainment methods, they also encounter the dilemma of loss of audience and lack of successors.

A great art, if no one appreciates it and the inheritance is broken, no matter how precious it is, it will slowly be lost in time and become a memory of history.

No matter what the cultural situation is, there is no market without traffic; there is no prosperity without market.

This is not only the dilemma faced by Peking Opera, but also the dilemma faced by all opera arts at present.

Times have changed after all.

Theatrical art, including Peking Opera, used to fascinate the whole people, and in fact, it also had the color of popular culture. In a fast-paced society, Beijing opera is too "difficult" to listen to because it is sung too slowly; a character can be sung for dozens of seconds or even minutes, so it is difficult to listen to it.

The stories told in Peking Opera are often relatively simple in plot. What's more terrible is that it doesn't have a steady stream of new works like movies and TV series.

Therefore, the decline of Peking Opera is not anyone's fault, but a choice of the times.

In front of the dark stage, amidst Zhao Jinzhi's silence, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

After hurriedly notifying the fans of the theater to gather, Sun Liancheng kicked his son to the vegetable market together.

The old man worked as a cook in a state-owned restaurant before he opened the theater, and when he was happy, he insisted on showing off his skills and entertained everyone in the backyard of the theater.

Li Shixin was busy with CCTV programs during this time, so he didn't treat his old fans to dinner seriously. The only dinner for the old fans after they arrived in the capital was Zhao Jinzhi's guest.

Li Shixin, who was planning to bleed tonight, followed Sun Liancheng to the vegetable market.

After busying around all afternoon, I came back from shopping around again, and the sun had already set to the west.

Just as Li Shixin was thinking about going to help the cook, there was a rustle of walking sticks at the gate of the theatre.

Sun Liancheng, who was squatting in the yard and picking up vegetables, immediately stood up when he saw someone.

"Yo! It's here? Why are you so slow today?"

Seeing a group of old people standing at the gate of the theater, Li Shixin, who was picking vegetables, also stood up.

Earlier, Sun Liancheng said that he wanted to gather fans from the theater, but he was afraid that this group would be enough.

The group of old people at the door seemed to be quite old. Just from the appearance, the average age might be a bit higher than that of the fan club.

Seeing Sun Liancheng, an old man at the head walked forward tremblingly.

The old man's frame has been deformed, and the tall man has been bent down. The eye sockets are sunken on the skinny face, and the age spots on the face are mottled like a city wall that has been in disrepair.

Trembling, he raised his hand and grabbed the arm of Sun Liancheng who was coming to meet him. The old man moved his lips and said, "Xiao Sun, is there something wrong with calling us here this big Wednesday? Isn't it? La?"

Sun Liancheng was taken aback by the blunt questioning, "Sixth Master."

The old man known as the sixth master waved his hand, and with the hand that wasn't holding the cane, he beckoned at his companion behind him.

Behind him, a not-so-young old man tremblingly took out a paper bag from his pocket and handed it over.

"It's been more than four years, and there are only a dozen of us old guys who are listening to the show. You can't stand it if you add up the old brothers. We old brothers have pooled up some money, and you can take it. If you can persist If you insist on it, after decades of listening to the play, your garden will be the last one. If it disappears, we old brothers will only be able to listen to the radio at home in the future.”

Looking at the newspaper package that the old man handed over, Sun Liancheng couldn't laugh or cry.

"Master Liu, where did you hear the rumors? I, Sun Liancheng, can't do anything else. Isn't it easy to set up a theater? Take the money back quickly. I'm calling you here today not to break up the group, but I want to inform you that our theater is going to expand! In addition to Peking Opera, we will also do dramas! I even found a ruthless actor for you!"

Sun Liancheng's explanation obviously did not convince a group of old people.

The sixth master waved his hand and sighed: "Little grandson, don't fool us. We all heard about it when we first came here. Are you arguing with the child again because of the theater?"

As he said that, the old man stuffed the newspaper bag into Sun Liancheng's arms involuntarily.

"It's been four years, it's not easy for you! Our 680 annual pass is not worth as much as the tea you provided. Xiao Sun, sixth master, I have lived my whole life and have no other hobbies, except Peking Opera. This thing passed down from our ancestors cannot be broken. At least, we can’t let it be broken while we are still alive.”

Amidst Sun Liancheng's chaos, the old man tremblingly opened the newspaper package.

Seeing what was inside, Sun Liancheng's eye circles turned red.

Inside the paper bag were four irregular stacks of bills—old and new, some red and some green.

"Master Six, everyone."

Sun Liancheng choked up when he saw that it was the money collected by everyone.

"I can't accept this money."

While he was talking, Li Shixin, who had been watching for a long time, stepped forward and took the paper bag in Sun Liancheng's hand.

Amid Sun Liancheng's doubts, he stood in front of a group of old people and bowed slightly.

"Who is this?"

Seeing Li Shixin acting as the boss for Sun Liancheng with such a face, a group of old people were taken aback.

"Ah," Sun Liancheng hurriedly turned to the side, and introduced: "Everyone, this is the true foundation of my grandma and senior sister, my serious uncle! It is what I just told you, the new partner of our theater. people."

Under the scrutiny of the old men, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your support to the theater. We will take this money! I can't guarantee anything else, but for this money, I promise you all. As long as you are still alive, this theater will continue to operate!"

Faced with Li Shixin's categorical assurance, a group of old people who were still worried just now breathed a sigh of relief.

"With your words, it's all right!"

PS: Thanks to the lucky Banzhuan, ten times out of ten, she and her two bosses will give you ten thousand rewards! And _(:з」∠)_ surrendered to everyone’s monthly pass, today’s condition is good, I’ll see if I can make a third shift.