In Cuiyan Pavilion, the guys have been busy since early morning today.
The master of the pavilion stared at the crowd of young and old, commanding it well, and could not hide the joy on his face during this period. The Wu family class, which was finally invited, sang for almost half a month, and the tickets for today's last performance had already been snatched up.
And empty.
After today, Cuiyan Pavilion will be transferred to the next pavilion master, and we will live up to the trust of our ancestors.
In a wing of Cuiyan Pavilion, there was an old man and a young child. Rouge and gouache were neatly arranged on the table, and a set of Huadan clothes hung on the wooden shelf behind.
There was a teenage girl sitting in front of the mirror, and an old man beside her was carefully outlining her eyebrows with a pencil.
"Master, we can go home tomorrow."
"It is said that six-year-olds are homesick. You are already in your teens and will get married in a few years. Are you still thinking about returning to your parents' home?" Although the old man has entered his seventies, he still hides it.
I can't help but feel the delicate air between my eyebrows.
"Master, I don't want to get married anymore. I have to follow you all my life and provide for you until the end of my life." The girl muttered.
"Haha,,, the girl didn't get admitted to the university. Then Yang Liuqing ran away with the scholar at the age of twelve. The old father at home is still looking forward to it."
"Master, I am not that Yang Liuqing, and you are not that old man Yang either." The girl couldn't help laughing when she heard her master talking about "The Story of Leaving the Peach Garden".
In the play, Yang Liuqing met a scholar who was ten years older than him in Taoyuan, and the two fell in love at first sight. Later, the scholar was forced to get married by his family, and the two met in Taoyuan at midnight to elope. Then Old Man Yang followed, and there was this "Taoyuan Divorce"
remember"
The master smiled and said: "You are wearing makeup when you are smiling. This night is your battle to become famous. After tonight, people will no longer remember Wu Xiushi and will only praise you, Xiao Jiuer."
"Master, I don't want this."
"No, you are Master's only disciple, who else can I praise you for?"
Xiao Jiuer, who was sitting in front of the mirror, seemed to understand something. He lowered his head and was silent for a while: "Master, growing up is so troublesome."
Wu Xiushi, known as the leader of the Wu School, chuckled and shook his head: "Xiao Jiu'er, the road is still long. Master can't stay with you until the end."
Xiao Jiuer was only ten years old after all, so she nodded in understanding.
"Come on, turn around. Master will give you a beautiful painting today."
"Okay, Master."
…
After hearing that the last play of the Wu family was to be held tonight, the theater fans in Snakehead City had been waiting for a long time. The audience was packed with people. There were no distinctions between young and old, rich or poor. Those who were rich listened elegantly, and those who had no money listened.
A lively one.
There are stories about chivalrous heroes, the love between children in the world, the affairs of the powerful and powerful in the court, and the sesame and mung bean soup for the common people.
"Boss, look at it, we have to start soon. What we are singing today is "Legend from the Taoyuan", which is about Yang Liuqing's elopement with Shang Xiucai." Gao Qiuqiu explained while eating a piece of watermelon in the box.
"I've heard of this show before, but it's not that good." Zhao Qianshu rubbed his feet and secretly wiped his hands behind the golf ball.
"Wu Jia Ban's "Leave the Taoyuan" was created by Wu Xiushi, the class leader. The first performance was in their hometown, and it became famous all over the world. This time it is now. What's wrong? Have you heard it before?" Gao Qiuqiu asked.
Zhao Qianshu hesitated: "Isn't there an imitation? It's not the same."
Wang Luo and others smiled on the side, but did not tell the truth.
The three floors outside and outside the Cuiyan Pavilion are full of people. Some people heard that Master Wu Xiu left after singing this performance. This is the last performance, a famous teacher of a generation, who doesn't want to join in the fun?
It was quiet everywhere under the seat, and first there was a burst of chirping of cicadas.
"Sisi... sizzle..."
"It's a lifetime. A year, a month, a day or an hour doesn't count as a lifetime."
Wang Luo, a layman, saw a man and a woman coming out from behind the scenes, holding hands, and the woman spoke lovingly.
The man raised his head, put his right hand lightly on the woman's shoulder, lowered his head and made a sad gesture: "Don't blame the fickleness of the world, I, a scholar, will never let you down, Yang Liuqing."
"Let's see what this world of mortals is like, it's like, it's like that."
The woman sang sonorously and powerfully.
"Okay, okay, okay. What a great husband and wife,,,"
At this time, another character came out from behind the scenes.
Take a figure-eight step, sway left and right, and stay one foot off the ground without falling.
Thunderous applause suddenly erupted from the audience.
"This is Wu Xiushi, the leader of the Wu family class and the leader of the Wu school. This skill and tone are beyond the reach of ordinary people who have been practicing for decades." Gao Qiuqiu extended his thumb and praised.
Wang Luo didn't understand why, but Guan Ju on the side was fascinated.
"Dad, drinking dew at night and blowing in the wind in the morning, the plum blossoms will not regret entering late autumn. That shy woman kept hiding behind the scholar.
"That's all. As a father, you will reach nine heavens and go to hell. Why is that ethical outline? It's just a passing cloud."
This Wu Xiushi stamped his right foot hard on the ground, let out a loud voice, and was lifted into the sky.
Cuiyan Pavilion was like nine thunders thundering together, and the entire space was shaking. Everyone in the audience was shocked. Some people even grabbed the guardrail with both hands, fearing that they would accidentally fall into the abyss.
Some fascinated people clapped their hands on the table in front of them, banging it loudly, and shouted, "It's just a passing cloud."
Even the opera performer burst into tears and cried bitterly.
Yang Liuqing took two steps forward, then stopped and looked back at the scholar: "I advise you to drink the journey wine, bid farewell to my father and move on to the future."
After Yang Liu sang a cappella, he knelt down on the stage with a plop.
The scholar also knelt down immediately.
Master Wu Xiu waved his sleeves and swayed around: "Old father, I am a pillar at home. Without the roof beam, the house is empty."
Yang Liuqing and the scholar both cried profusely.
The audience was completely silent, and Wang Luo was even more shocked by this scene. This short drama was so fascinating.
Even though it was the first time I heard it, it felt like centuries had passed.
"What kind of nonsense are you singing? Why don't you sing to that leader of the Wu sect? Bah!" At this moment, an unqualified voice came.
The audience in the audience did not buy it, and one or two voices shouted angrily.
"Don't make blind comments if you don't understand."
"Your pig ears are really deaf."
The three people on the stage were completely unaffected.
"Dad, Liu'er will be repaying that kindness in the next life..."
Yang Liuqing screamed hoarsely on the stage.
"Bang Tong..."
The line is disconnected and the sound cannot be connected.
It is said that men are afraid of "Night Run" and women are afraid of "Sifan".
This was supposed to be the final moment of this masterpiece, but something went wrong in Yangliu's a cappella singing, and he couldn't sing it out in one breath.