"My teacher taught Peking Opera. I followed him for a few years, then gave up Peking Opera and started learning Kunqu Opera, so the teacher didn't let me tell him his name."

Qian Chen casually came up with a reason.

As a eunuch, a senior eunuch, lying is purely a basic skill.

Moreover, it must be beneficial to you.

I am a traitor.

No one likes traitors.

But what if I betrayed Peking Opera and fell into the arms of Kun Opera?

That can still be forgiven a little bit.

As expected, Teacher Zhang no longer asked who Qian Chen's teacher was. If you don't know, it's better to tell him. If you know, if you help, it would be a sectarian dispute.

"Even so, since you have no experience on stage, it will not be easy to arrange. We have to be responsible for the audience."

"Teacher Zhang, you don't need to arrange a particularly important role for me. I just want to feel the atmosphere of the stage first. Any supporting role will do." Qian Chen's goal is just to appear on stage.

"The stage is just a role. There is no main supporting role. This is not a popular saying in our Kun Opera."

Teacher Zhang didn't seem very happy again.

"How about this? I'll sing a short piece for you and you can comment on it."

Qian Chen used his trump card again.

No matter how much you say, it’s better to make it and show it to others.

"please!"

Please start your performance.

Teacher Zhang was really interested.

She wanted to know what this man who was about to go on stage—who didn't sound very old—had in the end.

Which family should I study under?

I am also very familiar with Peking Opera.

Qian Chen opened his mouth and talked for a while on his mobile phone.

The other person is in the car, so there is no need to worry about being heard by others.

There was silence for a while, and then he asked slowly: "Excuse me, which part are you singing? Why haven't I heard it?"

"A passage from "Bamboo Chronicles"."

There was a longer silence this time.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still hear breathing and the sound of turning things, Qian Chen would have suspected that the person opposite him was sleeping.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long," Teacher Zhang asked uncertainly, "Is it Wang Yuanheng's "The Story of Mottled Bamboo"?"

"Yes, Wang Yuanheng, Mr. Yunlin."

"This...hasn't this been lost? It has been lost for hundreds of years."

Teacher Zhang was very uncalm.

She had imagined what classic excerpts Qian Chen would sing.

I also guessed whether this young man could sing very well.

But I never expected that I would hear such a lost track, and it seemed so mature.

Even if it's just a cappella, you can tell it's not a broken copy.

Mist grass.

Lost?

Our family had listened to it two months ago. In the middle of listening to it, I jumped on the stage and kicked off the senior officials, and sang to my heart's content.

"Don't you know this play is lost? Who is your teacher?"

I originally planned to pretend to be confused.

I'm not prepared to know who Qian Chen learned acting from.

But it doesn't work anymore.

This is a lost piece of music, at least four to five hundred years old.

If it can be confirmed, there will be one more Kunqu opera repertoire.

As for Qian Chen in the car, his forehead was sweating in the winter.

It would be even more frightening to him than if he showed up on the imperial concubine's bed and was caught on the spot by the Long Live Lord.

I should have sang "The Peony Pavilion".

You can also sing "Peach Blossom Fan".

I will be special.

What should I sing about "The Story of Bamboo"? I...

But after all, he has experienced great battles and experienced many life-and-death situations.

"My teacher found a fragment, but he suspected that this fragment was fabricated by later generations, so after it was created, it was only circulated in a small area."

In order to completely eliminate the possibility of tracing back, Qian Chen sighed again and said:

"My teacher moved overseas in his early years, and left after a few years, so no one knows about it."

Teacher Zhang really believed it.

In the early 20th century, under the dual pressure of the difficult national economy and people's livelihood and the development of Peking Opera, Kun Opera, which was once prosperous, gradually declined.

In Suzhou, the center of Kunqu Opera, the famous "Four Major Troupes" have been disbanded one after another.

Kun Opera was almost lost.

Later, a group of older artists, seeing that the old actors in the Quanfu Class were old and weak and had no successors, raised funds to open a Kunqu Opera training center in Wumu Garden, Suzhou.

After taking a breath, the training center was gone.

It was not until after liberation that it gained new life.

In 1956, Zhou Chuanying and Wang Chuansong performed the edited version of Kunqu Opera "Fifteen Guan", which became a sensation.

It is also known as the legendary "one play resurrected a genre of drama".

However, there were still many dramas in which everyone went overseas and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The reasons given by Qian Chen are very good.

Many modern plays have been restored and improved by later generations.

"That's such a pity. Your teacher is a master. I wonder if you are interested in further restoring the play "The Story of Bamboo". I heard that the quality is really very good."

"Well, I don't think it's a big problem." Qian Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Can the quality of the music sung for Long Live Lord be bad?

Now it's a big deal.

However, it is quite exciting.

Those of us who traveled through time four hundred years ago have a golden mountain standing behind us.

However, identification is a time-consuming matter.

Which ones have been lost and which ones have not.

There is no information prompt either.

"When will you be free?" Teacher Zhang asked over there.

"Teacher Zhang, you're welcome, just call me Qian Chen. I'm in Jinhua now. If it's convenient for you, I'll go over and invite you to have a meal with me."

Of course Qian Chen hopes that the sooner the better.

However, you must be polite, and it is better to let the other party determine the time.

"How about tomorrow? Are you free tomorrow?"

Teacher Zhang then changed his words and stopped calling me "you, you, you."

Liyuan disciples all adhere to tradition and will not regard themselves as elders until their seniority is stated.

"It's okay tomorrow. What do you think about nine o'clock tomorrow morning?"

There's nothing wrong with that.

In fact, Teacher Zhang just wanted to see Qian Chen today.

Hang up the phone.

Teacher Zhang walked out of the study room. In the living room, the students in her class and her parents had been waiting for a while.
To be continued...