Chapter 466 Mr. Luo’s tape teaching Mr. Ma Beijing Yun Dagu!
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 see 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 am curious about what happened to the child and plan to ask.
As soon as I entered the backstage, I saw a familiar child, 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 that the young master could come over so late at night.
"Ancestor!"
"Hey." Ma Zhiming agreed, but at the same time he wanted to ask, "My child, how did you come here today? And your performance, you have finished it, right?"
"After the performance, we will perform in the second one."
"Then I'm late, it would be better if I came earlier."
Ma Zhiming was a little regretful, but at this time Li Shusheng opened his mouth and had to tell him something.
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.
Not to mention that there was not much publicity for this performance.
"Young Master, my child is going to start a drum music club in Tianjin recently. Today I will perform with a group of gentlemen. It is a chance to get to know my child and warm up.
Many of them haven’t acted for a long time.”
Hearing this, even at Ma Zhiming's age, he was a little surprised.
Every time he sees a child, he can be surprised. Many gentlemen came back to perform today and held a special drum music performance. He listened to his son's words, so he remembered it and decided to do it tonight.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yuncheng wanted to set up a drum music club in Deyun.
What else can he do with his attitude? I definitely support it! Like other gentlemen, they are all extremely supportive.
This is a good thing for children to do things with intention.
"Well, I don't know anything about feelings."
Ma Zhiming shook his head helplessly, looked at the child and asked, "Why didn't you tell me this? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come so late today."
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.
Because he has a heart problem, what he fears most is overexertion.
Back then, Master Hou, to be honest, was really exhausted, so he naturally didn’t want to trouble his ancestor.
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.
Unlike other old men, he can still play cards and drink wine.
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 was the early 1980s, and the old lady heard me say a few lines in crosstalk, and then she called me and asked me to come and tell me about this white school.
I still have all my recordings, and I will make a copy for you to listen to later."
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Qi Yuncheng quickly agreed. As for Mr. Luo Yusheng, although he sings about the Luo faction, he has reached the point where he understands all factions very well.
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.
So even though I sing about the Luo School, why don’t I understand the others?
"How long will it take to open?" Ma Zhiming asked again.
"Mid-February!"
"Call me to join in the fun when the time comes."
Having said this, can Qi Yuncheng still refuse? Impossible.
"Sure, it's an honor for us to have you go. We're just worried about your health."
"It's okay, I can't sing a drum song to a great extent. What are you singing today?"
"White School Mulan."
"Okay! But since I didn't hear it, can you sing it for me after the show is over?"
"No problem, you can criticize more."
"Criticism is too outrageous. I know you can sing well. My child, you are very good."
"Thank you, ancestor, for the compliment."
As the two of them talked, Qi Yuncheng felt a little helpless. Every time he saw his ancestor, he was praised. If it weren't for his good attitude, he would be a little too happy.
After talking to the children, Ma Zhiming came mainly to listen to the music and go up to see the enthusiasm of the audience.
As an actor, I love these atmospheres.
In this way, as time goes by.
The last program of Celebrity Tea House ended perfectly.
At the end of the moment, among the dozen old gentlemen backstage, Qi Yuncheng's singing voice came out leisurely.
……
"How can a slave be like that master of immortal arts with empty hands? I learned to become a swordsman to eradicate traitors and eliminate traitors~~
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 the world who are the red threads for stealing boxes~~
Most of the books were compiled by literati who believed in them~~
Just because my father’s family is poor and idle, I can’t 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~~”
……
Backstage, Qi Yuncheng gave a few words. 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.
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.
At the end of the song, Ma Zhiming also gently followed the child, and it was obvious that he liked it.
But it's too late.
They still have something to do, which is to get some things for their children as promised.
A collection of music circles collected by Li Shusheng, and a tape recorded by Young Ma Ye, which records the process of teaching singing by Mrs. Luo Yusheng.
Maybe to others, these two things are not valuable, they are just some singing, they cannot understand, and they cannot learn much.
But for the younger generation who are engaged in folk art, it is highly desired, because this is a rare contact for young people.
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.
When they took out the recording, the two of them made a copy together.
This recording is indeed rare.
Ma Zhiming is used as a memorial, and it is good to give a copy to your children now.
After a while of thanks.
At nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Qi Yuncheng finally returned to Yanjing with two things. This time, he gained too many things.
Whether it’s Mr.’s recording or what I know, it’s very fulfilling.
It’s just a matter of enrichment, and it won’t be too early when you get home.
Departing from Tianjin at 11 o’clock.
It definitely takes more than one o'clock to get to Yanjing, or close to two o'clock.
When leaving, Song Yi said that she would wait for her, hoping that this silly wife would not wait for her, otherwise she would have to stay up late.
……
Ah sneeze!
In a villa community on the Fourth Ring Road of Yanjing.
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.
As for my daughter, she is already sleeping in bed, so it is impossible for this girl not to sleep at all.
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.
A very cute child.
But Song Yi waited and waited at home until after one o'clock, but her husband hadn't come back yet.
Although I sent a text message to ask and was on the way, it still felt like it took a long time.
"Hey~~"
Song Yi didn't even know how much she was sighing, just like a resentful woman waiting for her husband to come home.
Fortunately, when the time came to almost two o'clock, the sound of a car engine was finally heard outside, which made her happy.
Without saying a word, he threw the big white bear aside and ran out. Even the noodles sleeping in the cage ran over.
"Husband, you are finally back! I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Are you sure you're waiting for me? Not waiting for food?"
While talking, Qi Yuncheng handed over the midnight snack he bought, and Song Yi was very happy when he got it.
"I must be waiting for you. I just ate on the way. I love you to death."
After giving him 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.
My breath is full of white mist.
"What's going on today? It's so late. Logically speaking, we should be back around one o'clock."
"I met so many old gentlemen that I even went to Mr. Ma's house for this reason. I'm going to the study first."
"Don't wash up?"
"Wait a minute, you eat yours first."
Although he was very happy to see his wife, he couldn't wait to play the tapes given by the two gentlemen.
It's impossible for him to do it again tomorrow. There is a burning feeling in his heart.
Enter the study.
Qi Yuncheng found an old-fashioned tape recorder from the corner of the cabinet.
The tape recorder is a bit old
It was used when they were learning with the master in the small courtyard. What did the apprentices rely on to practice and learn at that time?
It’s the tape recorder that I rely on.
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.
Then the apprentices 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.
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.
It has been many years. Master had to throw it away when he moved, but times have changed and it is no longer needed.
Qi Yuncheng couldn't bear to keep it with him, even if he moved from a rental house to a villa.
I really miss it.
I just don’t know if it’s bad or not.
Plug it in, wipe the dust with a paper towel, and then press the button and the recorder suddenly emits a familiar sound.
“The beautiful scenery of Hangzhou is unparalleled~~”
The sound comes out.
He was startled.
These are the lyrics of Taiping sung by Master.
"Good guy, there's a tape in there, right? How long ago was it inserted?"
He quickly stopped, Qi Yuncheng took it out and replaced it with the tape given by the young master, and then clicked a few buttons.
Another voice came out.
The voice is not as high-pitched and scary as the master's. On the contrary, it has a bit of an old flavor, and it is the voice of the young master.
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.
"Daiyu returns to Xiaoxiang Pavilion~~
I’m so sick that I can’t get up~~”
After two lines of singing, another voice suddenly appeared and interrupted. It was Mr. Luo Yusheng's.
"This wording is not allowed. I can't get up when I'm sick~~"
Ma Zhiming imitates: "I can't get up when I'm sick~~"
Luo Yusheng: "Hey, that's right! I won't take the medicine either~~"
Ma Zhimingxue: ‘I don’t accept the medicine~~’
Luo Yusheng and Ma Zhiming sang together: "No need for ginseng, no need for rice, no taste for porridge, either~"
……
Swish.
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.
At the same time, it was also the first time I realized the scene of Ma Laozu studying.
For a while, he was like a senior, unable to say a word, and his emotions were very mixed.
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.
So how can this recording material not be valuable?
It’s so precious that it’s ridiculous.
Of course, when he left, Qi Yuncheng heard Ma Laozu say that he didn't dare to go again after going there once because he was too embarrassed to look for it often. Now he thinks about it and regrets it very much.
If it were all recorded, it would be such great information.
When Qi Yuncheng thought of this sentence, he could still think of Ma Laozu's demeanor and tone two hours ago in his room.
It's a pity indeed.
Not to mention a recording of this kind of teaching.
Don’t delay either.
After listening to a few words, Qi Yuncheng sat down to rest and waited quietly. As for sleeping, he put it aside for now.
I'm not in the mood at all now, even when I'm lying on the bed, I just stare.
At this time, Song Yi pushed open the door of the study room and peeked in. 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.
It’s rare to see my husband in this state.
No, it’s not uncommon, but he often does this after recently starting a drum music club. I don’t know what happened to him.
So he opened the crack of the door and asked softly.
"Husband, aren't you going to sleep today?"
"You go to bed quickly, I'll go to bed later."
"Okay, don't stay up all night."
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.
But if you say you want to sleep again later, how could it be just a while?
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.
This is almost an all-nighter.
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.
I even found a way to copy it to my computer.
Get it down in one go.
It's already past five o'clock.
Since his marriage, he rarely stayed up late, and today he rarely stayed up late.
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, whose breathing was rhythmic.
After taking one look at them, Qi Yuncheng eased his hands and feet and got into the warm bed to sleep.
After falling asleep, he had no idea how long it would take for him to wake up. He almost 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. It was really good to have his husband by his side.