Chapter 467 Mr. Luo Teaching Mr. Ma the Tape of Jingyun Dagu!【
Chapter 467 The tape of Mr. Luo teaching Mr. Ma Beijing Yun Dagu! [Please subscribe]
When he walked into the theater, Ma Zhiming didn't hope that many people would pay attention to him. Instead, he hoped that no one would notice him.
So after saying something to Dr. Cha, I walked towards the backstage of the theater with my hands behind my back.
He comes here often, and he must be familiar with the theater and actors.
But I was curious about what happened to the child and planned to ask.
As soon as I entered the backstage, I saw a familiar child as expected, and the actors also saw him.
Nothing unfamiliar.
Old friends greeted each other, including Qi Yuncheng, who was a junior in the past. He didn't expect the young master to come over so late at night.
"Ancestor!"
"Hey." Ma Zhiming agreed, but at the same time he wanted to ask, "Son, why did you come here today? And your performance, you've finished it, right?"
After giving her a kiss, Song Yi took her husband by the hand and went inside. It was very cold outside, it was winter, and it was two o'clock in the morning.
"Are you sure you're waiting for me? Not waiting for food?"
After a while of thanks.
Most of the books are compiled by literati who believe in them~~
Ma Zhiming was a little regretful, but at this time Li Shusheng opened his mouth and had to tell him something.
"Husband, aren't you going to sleep today?"
Just like that, as time goes by.
In a villa community on the Fourth Ring Road of Yanjing.
So even though I sing about the Luo School, why don’t I understand the others?
To be honest, I, Master Hou, was really tired at the time, so I naturally didn’t want to trouble my ancestor.
"Don't wash up?"
Qi Yuncheng gave a few words in the background, and Ma Zhiming, the ancestor, sat nearby and listened. Not only did he listen, but the old gentlemen in the background who were about to leave and go home also looked over from time to time.
I quickly packed my things, washed up and went to bed. When I went to bed, my wife slept peacefully, and so did my daughter, breathing rhythmically.
For a moment, he was like a senior, unable to say a word, and his emotions were very mixed.
When Qi Yuncheng thought of this sentence, he could still think of Ma Laozu's expression and tone two hours ago in his room.
These are the Taiping lyrics sung by Master.
This is almost an all-nighter.
Quite nostalgic.
It's just a matter of enrichment, and it won't be too early when you get home.
This scene is very good in their hearts, because today's folk art is looking forward to more exchanges between young people and the older generation.
A very cute child.
My breath is full of white mist.
But for the younger generation who are engaged in folk art, it is highly desired, because this is a rare contact for young people.
It was the early 1980s. The old lady heard me singing a few lines in cross talk, and then she called me and asked me to come and tell me about this Bai Pai.
As the two of them talked, Qi Yuncheng felt a little helpless. Every time he saw his ancestor, he would be praised. If it weren't for his good attitude, he would be a little too happy.
But it was too late.
Another voice came out.
Qi Yuncheng found an old-fashioned tape recorder from the corner of the cabinet.
Whether it's Mr.'s recording or what I know, it's very fulfilling.
"White School Mulan."
After talking to the children, Ma Zhiming mainly came to listen to the music and went up to see the enthusiasm of the audience.
"How long will it take to open?" Ma Zhiming asked again.
I just don't know if it's bad or not.
This is a good thing for children to do things with intention.
With all the talk coming to this point, could Qi Yuncheng still refuse? Impossible.
They still have something to do, which is to get some things for the children as promised.
The tape recorder is a bit old
Don't delay either.
While talking, Qi Yuncheng handed over the midnight snack he bought, and Song Yi was very happy when he got it.
Ma Zhimingxue: ‘I don’t accept the medicine either~~’
After two lines of singing, another voice suddenly appeared and interrupted. It was Mr. Luo Yusheng's.
Enter the study room.
"Okay, don't stay up all night."
Hearing this, even at Ma Zhiming's age, he was a little surprised.
But Qi Yuncheng thought carefully about Houle, and he could tell that Ma Laozu was very young at this time, and his voice was slightly brighter than now.
Hua Gong said that it is useless for girls to practice martial arts, and besides, practicing in the mortal world is the most troublesome~~
Look at the women in this world who are the red threads for stealing boxes~~
Song Yi closed the door, wiped her mouth and went to sleep with her daughter. Although she wanted to call her husband to warm the bed, she still knew not to disturb her in this state.
Although he was very happy to see his wife, he couldn't wait to play the tapes given by the two gentlemen.
As for my daughter, she is already sleeping in bed, so it is impossible for this girl to not sleep at all.
I even tried to find a way to copy it to my computer.
Although I sent a text message to ask and was on the way, it still felt like it took a long time.
Departing from Tianjin at around 11 o'clock.
Qi Yuncheng quickly stopped, took out the tape and replaced it with the tape given by the young master, and then clicked a few buttons.
"I must be waiting for you. I just ate on the way. I love you to death."
What else can he do with his attitude? He definitely supports it! Like other gentlemen, he is extremely supportive.
Then the disciples listened and learned over and over again in private. When they learned what they thought was good enough, they asked the master to teach them.
After listening to a few words, Qi Yuncheng sat down to rest and waited quietly. As for sleeping, he put it aside for now.
So he opened the crack of the door and asked softly.
In particular, he still remembered that Xiao Zhuan'er's singing was recorded in it. Later, many of his disciples' Taiping lyrics came from listening to his recordings.
"Okay! But since I didn't hear it, can you sing it for me after the show is over?"
Let alone a recording of this kind of teaching.
But he didn't think about going to bed yet. He was afraid that if the tape was damaged or suddenly overwritten one day, he would just make another copy to be prepared.
The voice was not as high-pitched and scary as the master's. On the contrary, it had an old flavor to it. It was the voice of the young master.
At this time, Song Yi pushed open the study door and took a peek. He stuffed something into his mouth and looked at his husband. He didn't know what happened to him. He was very happy after coming back today.
Ma Zhiming is used as a memorial. Now it is good to give a copy to your children.
I listened at two o'clock and listened in the study until early four o'clock. Qi Yuncheng rubbed his forehead before finally pressing the button of the recorder.
Just because my father’s family is poor and idle, I don’t want to teach you how to fencing because I don’t have to play on the swing~~
So that I don’t have to worry about my father~~”
Not to mention that there was not much publicity for this performance.
Li Shusheng collected a collection of music circles, and Young Ma Ye said an audio tape, which recorded the process of being taught singing by Mrs. Luo Yusheng.
Every time he sees a child, he can be surprised. Many gentlemen came back to perform today and held a drum music special. He listened to what his son said, so he remembered it and decided to come tonight.
Qi Yuncheng stood in front of his desk with goose bumps. Listening to the voice, he seemed to have seen Ma Laozu studying when he was young.
So after the show ended in the evening, after Qi Yuncheng got some tapes from Master Li Shusheng, he followed the young master to his home.
"Wait a minute, you eat yours first."
"What's going on today? It's so late. Logically speaking, I should be back around one o'clock."
"How can a slave be as good as the immortal master with empty hands? I learned to become a swordsman to eradicate traitors and eliminate traitors~~
"I met too many old gentlemen. I even went to Mr. Ma's house for this reason. I'm going to the study first."
Ma Zhiming shook his head helplessly, looked at the child and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about this? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come so late today."
"Criticism is too outrageous. I know you can sing well. My child, you are very good."
But if you say you're going to sleep for a while, how can it be just for a while?
At the end of the song, Ma Zhiming also gently followed the child, and it was obvious that he liked it.
Unlike other old men, he can still play cards and drink wine.
Fortunately, when the time came to almost two o'clock, the sound of a car engine was finally heard outside, which made her happy.
The last show at Celebrity Tea House ended perfectly.
Qi Yuncheng quickly agreed. As for Mr. Luo Yusheng, although he sang from the Luo faction, at the level of the old man, he knew all the factions very well.
Plug it in, wipe the dust with a paper towel, and then press the button and the recorder suddenly emits a familiar sound.
Ma Zhiming imitated: “I can’t get up when I’m sick~~”
It's already past five o'clock.
Because learning cross talk is definitely a challenge. What if you can’t learn it after the theater performance? The only option is to record it.
It's rare to see my husband in this state.
"Thank you, ancestor!"
"Sure, it's an honor for us to have you go. We're just worried about your health."
It startled him.
"The performance is over, let's perform in the second one."
Get it down in one go.
"You go to bed quickly, I will go to bed later."
Because he has a heart problem, what he fears most is overexertion.
"No problem, you can criticize more."
As an actor, I love these atmospheres.
"This wording is not allowed. I can't get out of bed when I'm sick~~"
"Hey~~"
"Young Master, my son is going to start a drum music club in Tianjin recently. Today, he will perform with a group of gentlemen. This is a chance to get to know him and warm up.
Since getting married, he rarely stayed up late, and today he rarely stayed up late.
The sound came out.
"Then I'm late. It would be better if I came earlier."
It was used when they were learning with their master in the small courtyard. What did the apprentices rely on to practice and learn at that time?
It was the tape recorder that I relied on.
Ah sneeze!
Song Yi sat on the sofa and sneezed inexplicably. After rubbing his nose, he tightened his hands around the big white bear's neck and watched TV.
“Mid-February!”
Seeing that the child was speechless, Ma Zhiming waved his hands and smiled, "I don't blame you child! But you have to let me know! Because you don't know, I have no other hobbies in life.
When they took out the recording, the two of them made a copy together.
At nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Qi Yuncheng finally returned to Yanjing with two things. This time, he gained too many things.
No, it's not uncommon, but he often does this after recently starting a drum music club. He doesn't know what happened to him.
…
It has been many years. Master had planned to throw it away when he moved before, but times have changed and it is no longer needed.
"When the time comes, call me to join in the fun."
However, the copy was not just a few sentences. It took a full two hours for Ma Laozu to correct everything from pronunciation to pronunciation, especially the inversions of characters.
Luo Yusheng and Ma Zhiming sang together: "No need for ginseng, no need for rice, no need for porridge, either~"
So how can this recording material not be valuable?
I'm not in the mood at all now, even when I'm lying on the bed, I just stare.
It definitely takes more than one o'clock to get to Yanjing, or close to two o'clock.
I still have all my recordings, and I will make a copy for you to listen to later."
At the moment it ended, Qi Yuncheng's singing voice sounded out among the dozen old gentlemen backstage.
Of course, when leaving, Qi Yuncheng heard Ma Laozu say that he did not dare to go again after going there once because he was too embarrassed to look for it often. Now that he thinks about it, he regrets it very much.
"Thank you for the compliment, ancestor."
"It's okay. I can't sing a drum song to a great extent. What are you singing today?"
…
The reason why he doesn't know is that he is not in good health and doesn't move very often, so he may not have access to much information.
At the same time, it was also the first time I realized the scene of Ma Laozu studying.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yuncheng wanted to set up a drum music club in Deyun.
If it were all recorded, it would be such great information.
When leaving, Song Yi said that he would wait for him, hoping that this stupid wife would not wait for him, otherwise she would have to stay up late.
Song Yi didn't even know how much he was sighing, just like a resentful woman waiting for her husband to come home.
I usually love this, but if you don’t tell me, it won’t work. And about this big drum, old lady Luo Yusheng told me something about it.
It's a pity indeed.
Many of them haven’t acted for a long time.”
"Husband, you are finally back! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Swish.
…
"Daiyu returns to Xiaoxiang Pavilion~~
I’m so sick that I can’t get out of bed~~”
But Song Yi waited and waited at home until after one o'clock, but her husband hadn't come back yet.
When adults are tired, they shut down slowly, while for girls, they shut down forcefully, so sometimes you can see her falling asleep in any position.
This recording is indeed rare.
Maybe to others these two things are not valuable, they are just some singing, they can’t understand, and they can’t learn much.
“The beautiful scenery of Hangzhou is unparalleled~~”
Luo Yusheng: "Hey, that's right! I don't take the medicine either~~"
"Good guy, there's a tape in there, right? How long ago was it inserted?"
Qi Yuncheng couldn't bear to keep it with him, even if he moved from a rental house to a villa.
It was impossible for him to do it again tomorrow. There was a burning feeling in his heart.
Without saying a word, he threw the big white bear aside and ran out. Even the noodles who were sleeping in the cage ran over.
Precious beyond words.
…
Moreover, I once said that the Luo sect is the Shaobai sect. This shows that one sect may have absorbed the characteristics of many factions.
"Well, I don't know anything about feelings."
Qi Yuncheng lowered his eyes slightly and smiled bitterly. His wife had told him before that the young master might come if he knew about it, but he, a junior, didn't want to disturb him.
After taking one look at them, Qi Yuncheng eased his hands and feet and got into the warm bed to sleep.
After falling asleep this time, he had no idea how long it would take for him to wake up. He almost just lay down and stayed up for too long.
But after her husband fell asleep, Song Yi was speechless and turned to her husband with sleepy eyes.
His body was a little cold, but he warmed up with his own body temperature and the quilt, and gradually became more comfortable. As expected, it was better to have his husband by his side.