"Master, if we don't go over, the competition will be over." Xianyu complained.
Hong Hai'er said: "Master, you are so unethical. Being invisible and driving on the road consumes mana. Where are we going? Why do I feel that the further we go, the farther away we are from the competition place?"
Fang Zheng didn't say anything, but walked forward quickly. After passing a street, he was on the riverside. There was a small park on the riverside.
A small shed was set up in the park, and the sound of gongs and drums came from inside, as if something was being performed.
However, there was no one outside the shed.
"Hey, Master, someone seems to be singing an opera over there." The squirrel pointed at the shed curiously.
Honghai'er said: "What's so exciting about singing? Look, there's no one at the door. I guess everyone has gone to watch the competition. That's really lively."
Xianyu nodded and said, "Yeah...that's right, what's the point of this."
However, Fang Zheng still said nothing and led them towards the front of the stage.
"Isn't it? Master, we are here to watch the game, not the show." Hong Boy was anxious.
In the end, Fang Zheng waved his hand and said, "If you want to go to the game, go ahead and go to the theater as a teacher."
"Uh... Master, let's go by ourselves?" Hong Hai'er was stunned. This has never happened before.
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, go ahead."
Red Boy looked at the other little guys and asked, "Are you going to watch a game or a show?"
Xianyu and Squirrel raised their paws decisively: "Watch the game!"
"Master, are we leaving then?" When Hong Hai'er asked, he found that Fang Zheng had already arrived in front of the stage, and then sat cross-legged directly in the ice and snow! He raised his head slightly and looked at the stage with a smile.
But due to the angle, Honghai'er couldn't see what was on the stage or what was being performed.
"Let's go and watch the game." Xianyu was really a little anxious. He knew very well that today was the day to slap the people of Country R in the face, and the tool to slap them in the face was the Hanzhu Tea on the mountain. This made him very interested...
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Red Boy scratched his head and said, "Oh, then... okay, let's go watch the game first and come back to see Master later."
The squirrel scratched his belly and said: "Junior brother, you go to watch the game, I want to accompany the master."
"You don't watch the game anymore?" Hong Boyer asked in surprise.
Xianyu was also surprised and asked: "On the way, you have been saying that you want to slap the bad guys of country R in the face. Why are you not going yet when you get to the door?"
Squirrel looked at Fang Zheng and said, "I don't know either... Anyway... Well... Look at Master, look at his expression. Don't you think that smile is very warm? I think this picture is very beautiful and warm...
I also want to see what he is looking at."
After saying that, the squirrel ran over, and then imitated Fang Zheng's behavior, sitting next to Fang Zheng, looking up at the show above, his big eyes were cute, but they obviously lit up, as if the things on the stage were very interesting.
It looks so good.
"How about we go and have a look too?" Honghai'er asked Xianyu.
Xianyu said: "Go over and have a look. If it looks good, go and see it. If it doesn't look good, let's go watch the game."
Red Boy nodded, and one fish and one fish immediately came over.
At this sight, the two guys suddenly lost interest...
What was being performed on the stage was Peking Opera. The actors were very well-dressed, but the equipment was very old. There were not many actors, there were not many players playing, playing, and singing, and there were no beautiful lighting effects. The two little guys watched it for a while, and then followed suit.
Yawned.
In the end, Xianyu took Honghai'er away and went to watch the game.
The squirrel looked at it, and after getting over the excitement, he also started to yawn. He couldn't understand what was being performed in the Peking Opera at all. Some of the lines sung could be heard clearly, but some could not be heard clearly, and each sound was pronounced very long.
, very long...the squirrel's eyelids are so long that they can hardly open them.
Squirrel leaned into Fang Zheng's arms and asked, "Master, does this look good?"
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't know Peking Opera as a teacher. Maybe it's because of the generation gap. Except for some familiar plays, I can't understand the rest and I'm not used to watching them."
The squirrel was stunned and said: "Master, seeing the fascinated look on your face, I thought you liked Peking Opera. If you don't like it, why do you want to watch it? Why don't we go watch the competition?"
Fang Zheng shook his head slightly and said: "There is excitement every day. You can watch it if you want. But if you don't take the time to support some things, they will really disappear. Although I can't understand drama, I can understand people and people."
Culture. Look around you. It’s snowy and windy, and people don’t even want to go out on the streets. But what about them? Wearing thin costumes, they are singing and dancing hard here... Look at their eyes again,
That is concentration, that is seriousness. The plays they performed may not be the type we like, but they represent the inheritance of Chinese cultural imprints. Some things must be passed down and cherished by someone. We cannot be the inheritors.
We cannot be good listeners, but we can be supporters.
There is no loss for us by giving some support to these inheritors, but for them... it is the motivation to continue."
Squirrel said: "That's it... Hey, Master, their eyes are so powerful, they are different from ordinary people. The one with the black face and the spear makes me scared when he stares..."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "That's Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide, famous military generals in history. Of course they are scary. I heard that people who sing Peking Opera usually practice their eyes. Each expression and each look needs many years of practice.
Ten minutes on stage and ten years off stage are not just words."
"No wonder it's so powerful...Master, how long do we have to watch? Don't you want to watch the excitement over there?" Squirrel continued to ask.
Fang Zheng said: "When we are here, they have an audience. When we leave, they lose their only audience. There is no shortage of audience over there. Whether we go or not, it doesn't mean much to them. But in
Here, we are everything to them. They worked hard to perform just for us to see. Now that they are gone, can you bear with your conscience?"
The squirrel was silent for a long time, then muttered: "Master, I feel sorry for you, but I really don't understand."
Fang Zheng said: "Then just learn from the teacher, sit here, be quiet, smile, and watch. Well... if you are sleepy, you can do this."
After saying that, Fang Zheng clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay!"
This voice was so loud that it made the snow on the leaves on both sides fall down.
The actors who were performing on the stage were obviously stunned. Apparently they didn't expect that there was an audience member below, and his voice was louder than the trumpet!
But what really confused them was that the part they just performed was just two steps away, and it didn't get to the exciting part yet.
This was a good shout, but it was a bit inexplicable... It was not on point, and it made them feel hairy all over.