Chang Sihao turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties standing beside him, wearing white casual clothes, elegant and calm, bowing slightly to himself, and bowing to him quickly, saying, "Mr. Liang is taking off his makeup, and we are also waiting for him,"

The young man in white said, "Well, I'll wait here too," Liu Jinwu thought he was also a drama fan, so he came forward to talk and talked for a few words. Sure enough, the other party was very familiar with the art of opera and art. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and told him about things: Which drama is good, which team sings well, where should it be changed, and what is not enough, and he said it all about "breaking the tune", "borrowing the palace", "blank", "giving the board", and so on, and he was very happy.

Chang Sihao was confused and didn't understand at all, but looking at the young man in white lacking interest, he just dealt with it politely. He occasionally said a few words, which made Liu Jinwu suddenly realize or admire him, and obviously his level was much higher than his.

After a while, the brocade curtain was raised and the actors came out one after another. Liu Jinwu stopped and asked, "Who is Mr. Liang Bolong?" A white-haired old man turned his head and stopped, "What's the matter with me?" The voice was not very high, and even the Southern people's tone was soft and strong, with bright eyes, which was also shocking. Liu Jinwu was shocked and saw that this man was eight feet tall and extremely majestic. He looked much taller than on the stage just now, and had thick eyebrows.

The cheekbones and the beard under the jaw are like a blowout. If it weren't for the white face, I'd be afraid that someone would be regarded as Li Kui's reincarnation. After careful examination, his head of white hair, which was in sharp contrast to the black beard, turned out to be not a hair condom, but it was real. He said in surprise: "You are Mr. Liang," the white-haired man said: "It's not wrong," Liu Jinwu hesitated a little: "If I remember correctly, you should be only 46 years and three months old this year, why is your hair completely white?"

Liang Bolong laughed and said, "I am worried,"

Liu Jinwu sighed repeatedly: "I didn't expect that, I can't imagine that you know a little about your experience. Such sorrow is really hurtful," Liang Bolong smiled and said, "Yeye, it's all the things in the past. Now my head is white jade, which means there is no turbidity in my mind. What's the heart that I hurt for me?" The first few words were Wu Dong's soft words, and the last sentence was filled with some Shaanxi flavor. It was obviously used to traveling from all over the world.

Chang Sihao heard his words openly, and he bowed and said, "Just just heard a big drama sing in a fierce and prosperous life, which made people open their chests and hearts, and admire them."

Liang Bolong's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "This drama has only been sung a few times. Many people commented that the ending is not good, which makes people feel frustrated. In fact, it is because they only see the sadness and the strength of the people. You, as a young man, have some vision." These sentences are filled with the taste of northern official words, mostly specifically to make the other party understand.

Chang Sihao said: "The world's heroes and heroes have a happy life, and there are very few people who have a happy life. Life is a process. As long as you dare to love and hate in this life, enjoy your grudges, live a passionate life, and be stronger than living a mediocre life. The sorrow of death is easy to sing. In this play, it is enough to show your skill."

Liang Bolong was stunned and overjoyed: "Don't see, don't see, there is still one person who knows the true meaning of my play. Can you tell me that I tried all my best to catch a thousand-foot passion and sing out the magnificence of life, but I taught a group of people who didn't understand the play that only a sad thing. It's so boring that people have no temper. Fortunately, there is a good thing, and there is a good thing," he came forward and grabbed his hand and clenched it and shook it.

His accent is mixed with north and south, and generally speaking is soft and soft. He always speaks more Wu language and speaks faster. Chang Sihao couldn't react. He just understood a rough idea and smiled ashamed: "I don't understand the play either. I just listen to the teacher singing sincerely and express it with emotion."

The young man in white next to him said, "Mr. Liang's voice is like a dragon roars, and when he is high, he climbs the mountain at the height, and when he is low, he is as beautiful as he is coming to the abyss to get the green. This is amazing. This old example of "Qin Gonglie" breaking the ancient plot and bursting out reunion can also be regarded as the best example of the drama artist, but it is still a small step away from the wonderful arrival."

Liang Bolong was stunned: "Please give me advice,"

The young man in white said: "The way of opera is to describe things first. It is to express feelings. We must conform to human feelings and truth, exert the roots, imitate things and express our hearts, and express our lives. When there is no distortion during the Q&A conversation, we can only be first-class."

Liang Bolong nodded and said, "Expert, can you explain it in detail?"

The young man in white bowed his hands and bowed slightly: "In front of Master Liang, the word "sir" is so shameless that he dared not accept it." The sleeve of the robe fell and continued: "The beauty of this opera is even more visible in Kung Fu. Ordinary actors and those who sing and reciting are only one or two points of skill. However, a good show requires twelve points of skill to be considered wonderful."

When Chang Sihao and Liu Jinwu heard this, they all felt that this person was very angry. It was rare for ordinary actors to sing and chant together. In his words, it was only one or two points of skill. Then, twelve points of skill meant that ghosts and gods set up the stage and celestial beings came to sing.

The young man deliberately paused and explained with a smile: "There are also differences between the main and the final, and the difference between the twelve points of kung fu: the craftsmanship of words and sentences, the beauty of tunes, which is flesh and blood, and also the lightest, but it still requires a lot of affection to gain the soul and show its thickness. The gentleman's singing skills are excellent. If only this is the only one, he is just a craftsman. What is rare is that the gentleman has a heroic sentiment and a chivalrous spirit. Therefore, he plays heroes and becomes a hero, so he becomes a martyr. He is the heroes and plays a martyr, and he inherits his soul. Just now, this "Qin Gonglie" is just a rough and generous wording. It seems that it was written by a martial artist, not by the gentleman himself, but with a small flaw of white jade."

Liang Bolong was impatient with his concealed tone. When he heard the last few words, his eyes widened: "Big expert, hahaha, don't expect Liang to have two confidants one day. Come on, come on, I'll treat you today, let's stop drunk." As he said that, he excitedly called the waiter to ask for a private room, holding the two of them in his hand, and jokingly moved forward. Liu Jinwu followed him. He admired the young man in white without saying anything, but seeing that Chang Sihao, who didn't understand the play, was so respectful to Mr. Liang, he couldn't interfere. In depressed, he couldn't help but shake his head and muttered a few words, "Understanding,"

The four of them entered the private room and each sat down. Liang Bolong asked about his name. Chang Sihao said truthfully. Liang Bolong stood up: "It's Chang Sihao, it's not Hu Tingshi, but he's not a fool."

Chang Sihao smiled and said, "What kind of virtue is Chang Sihao? Can this name still be used to deceive people?"

Liang Bolong looked happy and said, "No wonder, no wonder, no wonder, I still said, I am not a superb hero, I can't resonate with my play, but don't see that it is the hero who broke Altan. Come on, I can't wait for wine to come, so I'll give my brother a cup of tea first." Chang Sihao saw that he admired him as a hero, but he still called him brother and said, "Sir, I'm so straightforward," and drank him.

Once, Liang Bolong asked the young man in white again. The young man looked at Chang Sihao and Liu Jinwu, and his face was hesitant and did not answer. Liang Bolong was a little displeased: "A real man hides his head and reveals his tail, which is not a good man's style." Chang Sihao saw the young man's expression awkward expression, and thought that he didn't want him and Liu Jinwu to know about it. He rescued him: "It's fate that everyone gathers together. Just chat and tell each other's sincerity. Why do you need to be known by your name?"

Liang Bolong shook his face and ignored the man. He asked Chang Sihao with a smile: "Brother is so excited, come to the capital to watch my show,"

Chang Sihao thought you were crazy about acting, as if people in the world had nothing else to do except watching the show, and said with a smile: "How come you have the interest to make such a play?" Liang Bolong said: "Yeye, to put it bluntly, this matter is not so brilliant. We who are on the high platform have to chase copper and stinking and make money to make a living. The boss who carried the building alone spent a lot of money to invite the team to Beijing, and gave me a play from Beikun for me to sing. When I saw it, I didn't know which opera lyrics I wrote, only caring about the narrative of things, and completely disagree with the norms of opera. Obviously, it was just for Qin Langchuan.

When I was angry, I said I didn't sing. I didn't expect that others would tell me about the old man's deeds, which made me so excited. I made the decision and followed the play. I didn't sleep for several days. I changed the tune that I could sing, arranged various changes in instruments such as piano, sheng, flute, Xiao, etc., and added some Tartar instruments. After the trial, the effect was not wrong. Later, the performance was performed, but the response was average. I asked some people. It turned out that the northerners were generous and thought that our Nankun's movements were round, soft and soft. Later, they added some big figures and then they sang. "
Chapter completed!