Senior Superstar

"Don't look at me, I can't help it."

Backstage.

Facing Li Shixin's gaze, Sun Liancheng spread his hands.

Seeing Sun Liancheng who had painted his painted face and couldn't hide his helplessness, Li Shixin frowned even tighter.

The baby was brought up by you, you can't help it?

"So, you have to drink when you go on stage?"

"OK."

"How did you get on stage when you were a child?"

"Liquor chocolate."

Seeing Sun Liancheng grinning and giving the answer, Li Shixin was completely speechless.

...

After Sun Liancheng packed up his costumes and came out, it was time to seal the box and perform.

At nine o'clock, there are already many tourists near Liulichang.

It's summer, and the weather in Beijing is very sultry. It was a rare cloudy day today, and in the cool breeze, seeing the excitement, many tourists gathered on the street in front of the theater.

Looking at the fanciers who arrived on time and the passers-by who stopped to watch the excitement, Sun Liancheng stood on the stage and bowed solemnly.

"Everyone, it has been almost five years since the Yueling Theater has been here. The reason why I opened this theater is purely because of my personal love for Peking Opera. But after I really set up the theater, I realized that this is not an easy job. Especially in the current social trend, there are fewer and fewer people who can listen to Peking opera, understand it, and take the time to listen to it.

In the audience, hearing Sun Liancheng's opening remarks, many old fans of the theater couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing the loneliness on the fans' faces, Sun Liancheng smiled slightly and cupped his fists;

"However, since I have chosen to take this step, there is absolutely no reason to turn back. In the midsummer, our theater is about to start renovations. After that, the Yueling Grand Theater will work with my uncle Li Shixin's drama studio to bring the theater to life. Yueling Theater and Hongqi Repertory Troupe. Let’s do it together! No matter what the future holds, no matter what the future is, Yueling Theater will present the best dramas to you!”

"good!"

As Sun Liancheng bowed down again, a group of old fans in the theater applauded loudly.

"Starting tomorrow, our theater will officially carry out decoration and construction, and the construction period is expected to take two weeks. Today's show is our big box-sealing show. We will not write, and my uncle, Mr. Li Shixin. I Sun Luoluo, my granddaughter, my humble servant, and the students from the National Opera and Peking Opera performance class, sang "Second Entry into the Palace" for everyone. I hope everyone will join in!"

"good!"

Amidst the applause, Li Shixin and Sun Liancheng bowed together again, and stepped back from the stage.

After some preparations, the piano and drum team next to the stage played the opening!

In Li Shixin's live broadcast room, after the women's dress incident just now, many people who eat melons have left. In the final analysis, webcasting depends on the content. It is obvious that most of the netizens have a cold about Beijing opera.

However, there are still a lot of people online. It was the weekend and Li Shixin hadn't estimated the fans shaking his hands for more than two months. When he returned as a missing person, there were still a lot of fans who came to watch.

It's just that the activity of the barrage is not very high.

"Next, I invite Xin Ye, a master of women's clothing, to perform the traditional song "Er Weng Opera Widow" for all of us!"

"Pfft! The one in front is so fucking talented. With a sand sculpture like you, why don't you worry about the failure of Peking Opera!"

"What the hell is Erweng playing with a widow?"

"In front of this, the play "Second Entry into the Palace" tells the story of Concubine Li Yan being surrounded by rebels, knowing Xu and Yang Zhongzhong, and asking them to be alone. Xu Yang and Li Liang were admonishing Li Liang to take the throne, but Li was stubborn. Don't listen, so when Concubine Li Yan left her alone, the two of them had a story of refusal. But this Erweng play widow is too much, listen... so exciting."

"Pfft...Peking opera Xiaobai is trembling, even the stalk you are talking about has to be explained by the boss."

"Hi! I'm not Xiaobai. I also heard a few passages from my grandfather when I was a child. I just know the meaning of this excerpt roughly, but I don't understand the specific vocals."

"Since the big guys don't understand, why are you still in the live broadcast room? Isn't it delicious to go out and drive two kings?"

"Ahem, to be honest, everyone, I have already muted my phone. The reason why I didn't leave is because I wanted to..."

"Brothers in front shut up! Everyone thinks so, but don't say it."

"That's right, I will never admit that I still want to believe in Kangkang women's clothing!"

Just when a group of sand sculpture netizens staged human bewilderment behaviors online, a cry of grief came from the backstage!

"The former king... ah!"

Following the opening erhu and the banging sound, Li Shixin...or Concubine Li Yan, appeared on the stage.

Although he is still in the shadow of the women's clothing bigwig, seeing Li Shixin stepping on the lotus steps to appear on the stage under the background of two court ladies and generals, the live broadcast room is still full of "fucking"!

There is a kind of beauty, that is, you know that he is a master of women's clothing, but you still think it is beautiful.

What is Tsing Yi?

She is both the form and the soul of a woman.

No matter if it's a queen's wife, no matter if it's fat or thin. One anger, one joy, one smile, one anger, one shyness, one sadness, one love, one resentment...all are the seven emotions and six desires of the mortal world.

Whether it's singing or figure, it's all about highlighting the beauty of women.

What kind of role is Li Yanfei?

On the surface, she was the late emperor's wife, a queen who listened to the government behind the curtain, but in the end she was a widowed woman who was betrayed by her biological father.

And at this time.

Li Shixin, who was on the stage, had tears in his eyes, but they were always lowered—like a peony weeping with dew in the cold wind in the early morning.

Just looking at it makes people unable to bear the urge to protect it!

"Nimma, goddamn Xinye, can't we start the live broadcast from here?!"

"It's the first time I've watched Peking Opera seriously, and this appearance will make me cry! Xinye, you're a bad old man, are you so feminine?"

"The sand sculpture in front! Did I ask you to speak? Why don't you speak? I forgot that this is Lord Xin!"

"Amitabha, this is a woman, this is a woman, this is a woman."

Amidst the barrage of wailing, Li Shixin walked to the center of the stage.

Facing the audience in the audience and the phone camera in An Xiaoxiao's hand, he shook off his water sleeves.

"Sitting alone in the Hangong courtyard, I feel sad, looking at it, I don't realize it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

The former emperor Yan Liaojia The prince was young, and I forged a grudge with that grand master.

Miss Xu was guarding the gate of the palace, afraid that the Grand Master would come and search the palace. "

Wait until the Erhuang Adagio "Sitting Alone in the Cold Palace Yard Depressed" at the beginning of "The Second Entering the Palace".

Following Li Shixin's cloudy hands on the stage, he crossed his wrists, turned around, and rounded off the field. As Li Shixin's sleeves trembled slightly, his eyes rolled, and his blue fingers twirled lightly.

Barrage... quiet!

On the stage, Li Shixin was gone.

There is only one exquisitely saved woman.

She is dignified, elegant, quiet and charming.

Her blue shirt is bulging, and her sleeves are flickering. Every movement is romantic, sad, and painful, and it is the style of traditional Chinese women.

She is both real and dreamy... She can be called a stunner in the world!

"My mother was washing vegetables just now, and I walked up to her with my mobile phone. I told her that I fell in love with a man. My mother stared at me for a minute and sighed. She said that if I really like it, then Just follow me.

I told her again that this man was forty-six years older than me, and the vegetable bowl in my mother's hand fell to the ground. After being stunned for two minutes, he asked what kind of man Kangkang looked like.

I showed the video to my mom, who is now buying a plane ticket to Beijing. Comrades, Lord Xin. Maybe he is going to be my stepdad. What should I do? Waiting online, very urgent! "

After a long time, such a line popped up in the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room.