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Zhou Yinchun said to the audience, "That's because you were not enlightened before. In fact, everyone here is your Zhong Ziqi."
Zhou Chenyu glanced at Zhou Yinchun, and then looked around the auditorium under the stage, as if remembering something, she lowered her eyes and smiled, noncommittal.
There were thousands of people sitting under the stage, and Yan Chao knew that he couldn't see himself, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable pride.
It seems that the person on the stage is really Boya, and he is his Zhong Ziqi.
Chapter 58
Zhou Chenyu said: "I still remember when I was a child, not long after I was by my master's side, the first play my master taught me to sing was "Xishi"."
Zhou Yinchun nodded: "Your name is Chen Yu, it seems that you were born for this play."
Zhou Chenyu smiled and held up the microphone: "Thanks to the love from the seat, today my master and I will sing "Xishi" for you."
The old class master has not performed on stage for more than ten years, and now he has performed on stage once after a long time, which in itself is enough to surprise people.
Unexpectedly, he came to the stage not to talk about cross talk jokes, but to sing a Peking opera with Zhou Chenyu.
The audience was so shocked by this series of surprises that they were speechless, and there was only a burst of eager applause, which poured in like a mountain.
The team of musicians on the side had already played the accompaniment of Nan Bangzi. After the door was played, the grandparents and grandsons sang in unison: "I want the spring breeze to blow in the Ramone Village that day—"
Mr. Zhou Yinchun is over seventy years old. With such a laborious work as Peking Opera, his singing is inevitably a little trembling, but the character and charm of his whole body are still the same as before.
Looking at the handsome young man, he is indeed a child raised by the old man, and his whole body is full of the shadow of the old master.
The grandparents and grandsons, who have not spoken for a long time, actually sang a rare Peking Opera.
Such a scene is undoubtedly shocking and even tearful to the audience who loves quyi under the stage.
And Yan Chao was sitting under the stage, and his mind was a little dazed for a while, and he felt for no reason that the knot between Zhou Chenyu and his master who had been twisting between Zhou Chenyu and his master for a long time, whether it was big or small, might be at this moment, It has been unraveled silently.
The grandfather and grandson on the stage finished singing the last sentence, and in the thunderous applause from the audience, the old class leader Zhou Yinchun slowed down for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and said: "If you have a lifetime, you can contribute a little to the development of our traditional folk art. Strength, the old man didn't go this far in vain."
Zhou Chenyu turned to look at him, and said seriously, "You have already done it."
The venue reverberated with warm applause, like a tide, which lasted for a long time.
Tonight's performance ended here. As the audience left the venue one by one, all the big names in the vvip area still gathered in the front row of the venue, chatting, chatting, and taking group photos. It was really lively.
Naturally, Wang Hui was polite to other acquaintances, but Yan Chao stood aside, absent-minded.
His eyes wandered involuntarily in the chaotic crowd, trying to find that familiar figure, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it.
Yan Chao had no choice but to comfort himself, Zhou Chenyu is a celebrity after all today, maybe how many big stars and sponsors are rushing to take pictures with him.
Just as he was thinking about this, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned his head subconsciously, and saw that Zhou Chenyu had slipped behind him at some point, and raised his eyebrows at him in a leisurely manner: "Looking for me?"
He had just stepped off the stage and had not had time to change his clothes. He was still wearing the dark gray cloth coat he had just now, with an undisguised and flamboyant look on his brows, which made him even more eager to fly.
Yan Chao was taken aback by him, and he naturally denied it subconsciously: "You shouldn't be too affectionate."
Zhou Chenyu suddenly showed an aggrieved expression: "Brother Xiaoyan, I listened to you like this, and I opened my voice tonight. You are so disrespectful."
Yan Chao stared at him for a while, and suddenly realized that as long as he met his twinkling eyes, he would suddenly become unable to utter a word.
After a while, he had to change the subject jerky and said, "What else did the master say bad to you, let you save money, and come to the stage for you in person, it's not that I love you the most, you can honor him in the future. old man."
Zhou Chenyu laughed eloquently: "When will the bad debts in our family be counted, young mistress?"
Yan Chao subconsciously said: "You stop talking nonsense."
As he said that, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said sternly: "By the way, the Spring Festival Gala is coming to the final trial, right? What is the situation between the two of you now?"
"This year's sketches are pretty good, so the show team finally decided to leave only one comic," Zhou Chenyu said indifferently, "I guess we're out of play."
Yan Chao couldn't help frowning: "How do you know it must be them who stay?"
"I still have a little self-knowledge," Zhou Chenyu said with a smile, "It's okay, anyway, I didn't expect to actually be able to go to the Spring Festival Gala. By that time, the show can be reserved for the Lantern Festival Gala, which is also a profit."
Yan Chao looked at him, turned his head involuntarily, and glanced at Wang Hui who was chatting and laughing with others in the distance, as if he wanted to say something. But before he could speak, He Chenfeng at the other end of the stadium was calling Zhou Chenyu, as if he was going to take him to see some director.
Zhou Chenyu agreed, and Yan Chao hurried him over. After a while, Wang Hui also came back and took him to greet the other big coffees.
So the two of them said these two words without beginning and end tonight, and they didn't meet again until they completely disbanded.
Yan Chao got into Wang Hui's car and asked him, "How is it?"
Wang Hui said: "There is cooperation value, but it seems that there is not much willingness to cooperate."
Yan Chao was not surprised: "His uncle, isn't he?"
Wang Hui nodded: "I can also understand that the original thinking of engaging in traditional art is conservative, let alone these elderly people."