On the Peking Opera stage, there has long been a saying that "a daughter's recitation can be sung four or two times". Zuo Shaoqing's recitation was honed over her many years of stage career. Her voice is euphemistic and bright, and her charm is soft and graceful. Even a layman who doesn't understand opera can understand it.
I will be moved by her words.
Zuo Shaoqing did not expect that the person who was most aroused was the short and fat Mr. Hu next to him.
He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses. He immediately raised his frame, took a step forward with his left foot, stretched out his left hand, stuck out five fingers, shook them up and down, and at the same time showed his "copper hammer" voice
, shouted: "As expected!"
Zuo Shaoqing shook the white handkerchief in his hand, raised his pointed index finger, and replied with a clearer voice than Xiang Mr. Hu: "Sure enough, really, ah!" The voice was softer and more graceful.
Mr. Hu's voice became even louder, "Really, really -!"
Zuo Shaoqing smiled and turned to one side, took out his orchid finger, "Really-really-ah-!" That charm was even more satisfying.
Mr. Hu immediately shouted "Wow!" and then burst out laughing. He shouted: "Ms. Zuo, I have understood two things, Old Hu!"
"What?" Zuo Shaoqing asked in a light voice.
"First, you must be on the same team as Boss Yu and speak exclusively for Boss Yu!" Boss Hu said loudly.
The surrounding guests also shouted, "Yes, yes!"
"Mr. Hu has good eyesight, we are indeed in the same group." Zuo Shaoqing waved his handkerchief around and replied with a light smile.
"Second," Boss Hu continued, "Ms. Zuo has good skills. But I don't know, is it because she has been in the sea or has gone to the theater?"
Zuo Shaoqing remembered what Yu Zhidao said: the first rule of this kind of cocktail party is to fight for wealth, and wealth determines dignity.
She smiled and said, "I dare not hide it from Mr. Hu. When I was young, there were often gatherings at home, so I learned a few sentences. But I have neither been to the sea nor attended a theater. I am not as good as Mr. Hu."
It must be a famous ticket."
This Mr. Hu seemed to be inspired. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "Okay! If you say so, Ms. Zuo, if you sing with me, Mr. Hu, I will discuss investment with Mr. Yu today! How about it!"
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Zuo Shaoqing spread his hands and continued to read with a smile: "Mr. Hu, why is this?"
Mr. Hu sighed and said: "Lao Hu, I am originally from the north, but I have lived in Shanghai for a long time and am an out-and-out theater fan. However, after several years in Hong Kong, I have never sung once. Today, I, Lao Hu, are
I want to sing!"
Zuo Shaoqing said with a smile: "Young master is not very talented and has no accompaniment, but what should I do?"
Mr. Hu pointed to the distance, "It doesn't matter, my assistant is a good piano player. Assistant Wang, come here!"
At this time, everyone saw a young man standing in the far corner. He was wearing a dark blue gown, with the cuffs half rolled up. He had a neatly parted hair and a snow-white face.
Cold as frost.
He picked up a black leather bag and walked straight over to this side. He walked to a chair, put down the bag first, and lifted the back hem of his gown with both hands, and the back hem had already flown to the back of the chair. He sat down immediately
Next, he lifted up the front hem, raised his legs, and then carefully lowered the front hem. He took out a handkerchief from the side pocket, unfolded it with a "pop" sound, and slowly spread it on his knees. Then he bent down and took it out from the bag.
A handful of jinghu came.
The Jinghu vaguely revealed a golden red in the darkness, and the golden red also showed a silky bright yellow. Zuo Shaoqing glanced at it and saw that it was a famous piano and must be very precious.
The young man set up the piano on his knees. Without looking at anyone, he flicked his wrist and made a loud "clang", and the sound of the piano suddenly started. I saw the four fingers of his left hand rubbing the strings from fast to slow, and the sound of the piano suddenly started.
The trembling sound gradually faded away, until it became silent. The surrounding guests suddenly applauded.
Mr. Hu grinned widely, looked at Zuo Shaoqing, and asked: "How?"
Zuo Shaoqing would naturally not have stage fright in such an occasion. She asked softly: "Mr. Hu, what should we sing?"
Mr. Hu opened his mouth and said, "Wujiapo!"
Before Zuo Shaoqing could open his mouth, the sound of the piano had already sounded leisurely. The young man's eyes stared coldly at Zuo Shaoqing's face. The meaning seemed to be: It depends on how you answer it!
Zuo Shaoqing didn't have time to put away her smile, so she followed the sound of the piano and made the "weeping" look of Wang Baochuan who had been guarding the cold kiln for eighteen years. At this time, there were no water sleeves, so she had to use the corner of a big shawl instead of water sleeves to cover her face.
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The guests all laughed. Mr. Hu laughed too, and stretched out his big, thick hand to her, gesturing for her to start singing.
Following the sound of the piano, Zuo Shaoqing picked up a corner of his shawl, pointed to the distance, and said in vain: "Ah! What a cruel robber!"
Immediately afterwards, she pretended to be Wang Baochuan and sang a piece of "Xipi Erliu" with a rich and emotional voice:
"Point at Xiliang and shout loudly, scold the unjust robber!
I refused to let the Prime Minister enter the house because of you, and I lost the love between father and daughter because of you.
Since it is my husband who sold me, who is the one who has the three matchmaking and six certificates?"
At this time, the young man flicked his wrist and the sound of the piano changed from "Xipi Erliu" to "Xipi Liushui". The rhythm also became compact and exciting.
Although Mr. Hu is short and fat, his movements are meticulous. He straightens his crown, trims his beard, and holds his wrists. It seems as if he is really Xue Pinggui wearing a crown with feathers on his head, a black arrow suit with floral patterns, a large belt, and official boots. But he
As soon as he spoke, this "bronze hammer" face sang with the vigorous tone of Lao Sheng. He pretended to be Xue Pinggui and sang:
"Then Su Long and Wei Hu serve as matchmakers, and Prime Minister Wang is the person to preside over my marriage."
Zuo Shaoqing then sang:
"I don't know about others, but Su Long and Wei Hu are brothers-in-law.
You and I will enter the prime minister's house together, and we will make it clear when the three of us face each other."
At this time, outside the "Fuhua Hall", Du Ziyuan was walking quietly. He raised his head, very surprised and confused. In the "Fuhua Hall" with the door open, someone was singing an opera. Feng Dun was not doing it there.
A cocktail party? What surprised him was that the voice of the opera singer... that voice... was also very touching, making him feel strangely trance-like and friendly.
Just now, he had just sent Huang Zuozhu away. Huang Zuozhu told him that he had received instructions from the country, asking him to take the "Kashmir Princess" and go to Jakarta with the news team of the Chinese delegation. Du Ziyuan was very upset about this.
Worry. In the entire "Star" project, the thing that worries him the most and scares him the most is this "Kashmir Princess" plane!
When Huang Zuozhu was about to leave, Du Ziyuan insisted on sending him off. He had unspeakable worries in his heart. He couldn't tell about the situation of the "Star" project, but he did feel the danger. Now, Huang Zuozhu was going to take this plane.
When he saw Huang Zuozhu off outside the door, he kept looking at the background as he faded away. But in his heart, he was very hesitant.
At this time, when he went up the stairs to the second floor, he heard someone singing in the "Fuhua Hall".
As a spectator, if he had passed here a few minutes earlier, he might have heard Zuo Shaoqing talking. But now, he only heard Zuo Shaoqing singing "Wu Jia Slope". Her singing voice was as natural as her speaking voice.
Different. She sang in "Zhongzhou Rhyme, Huguang Yin", and her voice was so soft and melodious that Du Ziyuan couldn't tell who was singing. So, he gave up the idea of going to the door to take a look and went directly upstairs.
What a pity! There is nothing we can do about this. I am also very helpless.
At this time, in the "Fuhua Hall", Mr. Hu followed Zuo Shaoqing and sang:
"The three of them have a grudge against me, and he won't admit it even if he bites the bullet."
Zuo Shaoqing stretched out his hand and pointed at him and sang:
"My father was an official in the court, and his house was filled with mountains of gold and silver.
How much is the cost and benefit? Order someone to send it to Xiliangchuan."
Mr. Hu immediately raised his voice:
"Forty-eight stations in Xiliang Kingdom, I don't want money for those who want to serve in the army."
No matter what, Zuo Shaoqing couldn't hold back the happiness in her heart or hide the smile on her face. After all, she hadn't sung an opera for a long time. Therefore, the following part, although it was Wang Baochuan's words of sorrow and indignation, made her feel
She sang in a cute and playful way, and the actions she made also made the guests around her laugh out loud. She sang:
"I went into the prime minister's house and told my father that there are thousands of children in my family.
I will send you to the government office, beat you with a wooden board, put you on the shackles, and throw you into a prison. Even if it is easy for you to think forward, it will be difficult for you to retreat!"
Among the guests, some people shouted "Hello" and clapped their hands vigorously.
Mr. Hu became more energetic and raised his voice:
"Sister-in-law, you don't have to be clever with your words. If you are in the army, you are afraid of being an official.
I will take care of the inside and outside of the office. If you call me sister-in-law, you will be cut off from us."
Zuo Shaoqing pointed at him:
"The military master's words are unreasonable and he deceives others as if he is deceiving the heaven.
The Xiliang Tartars will kill you, and your wife, children, children, and children will be like slaves!"
At this time, Yu Zhidao, who was standing by the wall and listening intoxicatedly, noticed that Chen Yintang next to him nudged him, and followed him to a small table. Chen Yintang poured two glasses of wine and handed one to him
The shrewd and cunning Yu Zhidao immediately realized that Chen Yintang had something to say.
Chen Yintang clinked glasses with him, took a sip first, and said softly: "Brother Zhidao, I heard that your ship will be on trial in the near future. Is that true?"
Yu Zhidao nodded, "Yes, just the past two days."
"What day is it? I have something to ask for." Chen Yintang said softly.
"The day after tomorrow, we will set sail in the evening." Yu Zhidao thought for a while and said firmly.
"Where are we going?" Chen Yintang sipped his wine and continued to ask casually.
Yu Zhidao immediately heard a flaw in this question. He said he had something to ask for, but then asked where his ship was going. He guessed that Chen Yintang already knew where his ship was going.
He said calmly: "This trip is going to Keelung, and we will transport some goods back."
Chen Yintang looked at him with a smile and said: "That's best. My family wants to bring me some clothes. I want him to come on your boat. Otherwise, sending a few clothes will have to go in a big circle.
, it would be too much trouble.”
At this time, Yu Zhidao would not think of any other bad things. But he guessed that it was Chen Yintang's people who wanted to take a boat directly to Hong Kong instead of sending a few clothes. Now, he has just repaired the clothes with Chen Yintang.
