Yan Zhao raised his eyes to look at him: "Are you sent by your opponent to trick me into beauties?"

Zhou Chenyu smiled and said, "You discovered it, the kind that sucked your energy to death."

Seeing that he was talking more and more outrageous, Yan Chao couldn't bear it any longer: "Did you owe it again?"

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyebrows at him, "What's the matter, what about the promised costume py?"

Yan Chao: "..."

The show will start in more than an hour, and Yan Chao has to arrange the live recording of the program team. Of course, it is impossible to really do anything to him. Zhou Chenyu is naturally sure of this. How dare you flirt with him so recklessly.

Yan Chao pinched his waist desperately: "Tonight you are dead."

Zhou Chenyu has always been good at talking for a while, and doesn't care about what happens in the future. Looking at Yan Chao like this now, he became more and more smug in his heart, and he leaned over and kissed him on the face.

Yan Chao was attacked so suddenly by him, and looked at him helplessly again, only to see a narrow smile in his eyes, but that elegant and dignified makeup still made Yan Chao feel a faint sense of guilt involuntarily.

He turned his head awkwardly, cleared his throat, and then said, "Don't make trouble, I'm here to tell you the business, the old class master is here."

"Master?" Zhou Chenyu was stunned for a moment, and her tone of joking was gone in an instant, "He's like that... how did he come here?"

"It was pushed by the wheelchair," Yan Chao sighed, "Your master said that the flower field is also what the old man thought, so I still want to take him to see it."

Zhou Chenyu was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

Yan Chao said, "Master is watching you from the audience, sing well."

Zhou Chenyu agreed and lowered her eyes, just in time to see the words "Chief Producer" on the work card hanging on Yan Chao's chest, so she reached out and picked it up, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yan, my master sees you. , did you say a lot of thanks?"

Yan Chao nodded helplessly: "It's too outlandish."

Zhou Chenyu then laughed: "You haven't seen him at home yet, tell me all day, let me thank you."

Yan Chao replied casually, "Why are you thankful?"

As soon as the words came out, he realized something, and sure enough, when Zhou Chenyu heard it, he wrapped his arms around his neck again, and said with a whimper, "Official man, the slave family has already promised each other, are you still not satisfied?"

... again and again!

Yan Chao squeezed Shangen in a distracted manner, and just as he was about to scold him, the door of the dressing room was suddenly opened.

He Chenfeng was wearing a simple and elegant gown, holding a pair of sanxian, and looked at Zhou Chenyu, who was dressed as a Xi Shi, who was sitting on Yan Chao's lap with a look of astonishment.

The next second, he quickly dodged out, and he didn't forget to close the door: "What did I do? I'm..."

Chapter 97

Liaofengxuan Quyi Club's first quyi flower field was held in a large-scale theater. Yan Chao renovated the entire scene in advance to match the theme of this flower field. The accompaniment musicians were Liaofengxuan and outsiders. The invited professional quyi team is formed, and the lighting, stage art, sound effects, etc. have adopted the specifications of the first-line star concerts, which can be said to achieve the perfect combination of tradition and modernity.

The 270-degree surround auditorium, full coverage of stereo sound, and holographic projection stage, give people the ultimate audio-visual enjoyment in a retro and elegant environment.

The "Open Door Willow" in the flower field sings a traditional Taiping lyric "Persuading People". Guan Chenfeng and Jiang Chenchi stand in the middle, and on both sides are Liao Fengxuan and a group of young cross talk actors, all dressed in one color moon. The white coat, holding two bamboo boards, called "hand jade", played a crisp rhythm.

Vibrant face, cheerful tune, so pleasing to the eye.

"...The sky is the treasure, the earth is the pond, and the fish in the turbulent waters of the world. The parents raise their sons and fish to tie their sons, and filial sons and worthy grandsons raise fish in the water. Brothers and fishes should be close to the water, and sisters-in-law should be with beauty. There are fish in the water..."

Yan Chao sat next to Zhou Yinchun's old class leader, listening to it, and involuntarily lost his mind.

He suddenly thought of himself last year, just after listening to the cross talk from Xia Qingyuan, but he didn't expect that Zhou Chenyu would be taken back to Zhou's house by Zhou Chenyu because of a phone call from the old class leader.

At that time, he would never have imagined that the prodigal son, who was covered in indecent writing, would later become the most important person in his life.

He rescued Yan Chao from the immutable dark world, and unknowingly walked into the arena that belonged to him.

"...If you take advantage of the breath on your chest, you have to eat a little, drink a little, have a little fun, a little bit of a walk, a little bit of virtue and a little bit of people, that's what you earn."

After the end of the first "Opening the Willow", there are various performances of folk art. Beijing Qinshu, Tianjin Allegro, Shulaibao, Suzhou Pingtan, Nanjing Baiju, Yangzhou Qingqu... There are many kinds of folk operas in various places, which are really eye-opening.

In the past, Yan Chao only knew the cross talk of Liao Fengxuan, and later, because of Zhou Chenyu, he learned about the opera of Liao Fengxuan, but now he really realized that the so-called "hundred-year-old folk art master" is by no means a false name.

It's just that crosstalk and opera are still being passed down and carried forward, and more and more unpopular operas are gradually lost and perished in the ever-changing times, and finally become a masterpiece of the ages.

Yan Chao's gaze turned to the bottom of the stage again. There were more than ten cameras with different angles, all from the "Jiao'er" program group.

Yan Chao doesn't know whether the next variety show will have a chance to bring them a chance after showing all the various operas of Liao Fengxuan, but in any case, he hopes to make a modest contribution to the inheritance of traditional opera. .

Silk and bamboo orchestra, one sing and one chant, narrating the sentiments freely.

More than two hours have passed, and there are still lingering voices on the stage. The stage is full of excitement and applause from the audience. Both the actors and the audience seem to be tireless and feel hearty.

Before you know it, the whole flower field is coming to an end.