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This made Wei Chenxuan and his partner, who were talking about cross talk on the stage, look a little embarrassed. It was obvious to the naked eye that even the rhythm was quickened a lot. In the end, he hurried off the stage after only 20 minutes of speaking.
The host appeared again to announce: "Now, please enjoy the excerpt from Suzhou Pingtan's "The Legend of the White Snake", performer: He Chenfeng."
After the audience was stunned for a while, there was a burst of surprise applause.
Sure enough, the two characters are still attached to the seat, but this time, they will not talk about cross talk, and occasionally change their tastes and show other talents.
For example, Suzhou Pingtan is a kind of rap music with sanxian and pipa as accompaniment, and the actors play and sing to tell the story.
At this time, He Chenfeng was holding a pair of sanxian'er in his hand, sitting alone in the center of the stage, but he was already dressed in the style of a storyteller. The aria is smooth and tactful, and the plot is fascinating. It didn't take long for the performance to attract applause from the audience.
I have to say that all the characters of Liao Fengxuan are all versatile.
But He Chenfeng's performance of Suzhou Pingtan is of course not just to show his talent, but to a certain extent, it is also a drive for other forms of folk art except cross talk.
After all, his own popularity is placed here. After his performance, there will inevitably be many fans and audiences who will understand and pay attention to Suzhou Pingtan, which can be regarded as a meager inheritance of traditional opera.
Whether it is the current popular cross talk and opera, or the relatively unpopular Tanci and drum music, in the final analysis, it depends on the promotion and inheritance of "people", and requires the joint efforts of actors and audiences.
After He Chenfeng's Suzhou Pingtan performance was over, the melodious tune of the three strings seemed to reverberate in the venue, and the reverberation was lingering.
Now that the performance is here, since He Chenfeng has all appeared, Zhou Chenyu must also want to perform talent.
Yan Chao didn't know if Zhou Chenyu had any hidden talents that everyone didn't know about, but he sincerely hoped that Zhou Chenyu could sing another Peking Opera.
The last time Zhou Chenyu sang Peking Opera was in Xia Qingyuan's special performance.
Yan Chao had always thought that for Zhou Chenyu, he was just a passerby who met by chance, and he was never sure what position he occupied in Zhou Chenyu's heart.
But since he said so, Yan Chao believed it.
He couldn't help but think of the long conversation that night, and he told Zhou Chenyu that he hoped that he would not give up the inheritance of Gandan.
If it really is as Zhou Chenyu said, he is a bosom friend to him... Then this time, will he be willing to speak again?
Yan Chao sat absent-mindedly under the stage, thinking about whether or not there are some of these, the four gentlemen of the Maozi generation on the stage had already finished their cross talk twice.
Amidst the rounds of applause from the audience, Yan Chao realized that Zhou Chenyu had not yet appeared on the stage.
Tonight's cross talk show has ended, which means, Zhou Chenyu wants to save up tonight?
But even if he wants to sing, no matter what his seniority or status, no matter what, he alone cannot overpower his master and uncle.
The audience was waiting suspiciously for the host's announcement. Unexpectedly, this time, there would be no host to announce at all, and the corner of the bottom had already appeared by himself.
When he saw who was coming, the audience was silent for a momentββ
I saw that handsome and tall young man, carefully supporting a trembling old man, and slowly walked to the center of the stage.
Since the death of his old partner, Zhou Yinchun, the old class leader who has not officially performed on the stage for more than ten years, actually appeared in today's box sealing performance.
The grandparents and grandsons were wearing pure black and dark gray cloth coats respectively, without the slightest pattern or decoration.
The young people are full of spirits, and the old class leader is full of spirit. Between the gestures and actions, there is a continuous line of character and charm.
The audience seemed to have reacted, and there was a burst of thunderous applause.
Zhou Chenyu helped Zhou Yinchun's old class leader to the front of the stage and adjusted the microphone for him.
The old class leader propped his hand on the small table holding the mug, as if returning to the way he used to measure work for his disciples and grandchildren one by one decades ago.
The old man looked at the audience and showed a habitual sympathetic smile: "Liao Fengxuan can have such a successful scene today, and it all depends on everyone here."
In the prolonged applause from the audience, he pointed to Zhou Chenyu beside him: "When these children of the Chen character came, I was already an old bone, and I was no more worried than their master. But this is the only one that I brought to the big with my hands."
Zhou Chenyu turned to look at him and said with a smile, "Yes, you hit me big with your hands."
Zhou Yinchun said: "Isn't it, don't you need a beating, I don't beat you, where will you be today?"
Zhou Chenyu smiled obediently and said, "Master taught me a lesson."
After speaking, he faced the audience again and said, "Those present may not know. I said that cross talk is a half-way monk. In fact, I learned to sing as a child."
Hearing his words, Yan Chao in the audience couldn't help but startled.
Others may not understand it, but Yan Chao knew that the experience of learning drama when he was a child was a knot in Zhou Chenyu's heart that had not been solved for a long time.
Then I heard Zhou Chenyu say: "But when I was a child, I was confused and refused to study hard. I always made my master angry, and later I delayed my voice for several years."
Zhou Yinchun said, "It's more than a few years. You've only been willing to speak up until now. It's been more than ten years."
He glanced at Zhou Chenyu and asked again, "Tell me, after so many years of screwing, why did you suddenly figure it out again?"
Zhou Chenyu still had a cynical smile on her face: "High mountains and flowing water, isn't this meeting a bosom friend."
Yan Chao looked at him under the stage, and suddenly felt his heartstrings, as if he had been plucked slightly, and suddenly there were boundless ripples.