The same thing.

Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse.

After changing clothes and putting on makeup, Lu Yan looked like a completely different person.

She now looks like a girl in her early twenties with a very good figure.

Compared with other operas, Huangmei Opera uses very elegant makeup, focusing on eyebrows and eyes. It is this elegance that makes Lu Yan's temperament look completely new.

He really looks like whatever he is portraying.

Looking at her now, Tang Xiaobao couldn't believe that she was already in her forties.

Lu Yan came over and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing."

Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "I just feel that Sister Lu looks so beautiful and young with makeup on."

"Xiao Tang, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

After drinking last night, she also followed Lang Kun and called him Xiao Tang.

"I'm serious."

"You look so handsome and charming. The girls will definitely scream when you get on stage." Lu Yan said, "Are you all ready? When will it start?"

Tang Xiaobao said, "I don't know what Coach Lang is up to. I'm also waiting for news."

The two chatted for a while, and then Lang Kun's assistant came over.

"Okay, let's get started. Have you memorized all the moves I taught you?"

Tang Xiaobao was full of confidence: "Don't worry, I've remembered everything."

The accompaniment began to play.

The sounds of gongs, drums and erhu rang out together.

Tang Xiaobao, dressed as a servant, appeared from one side of the stage with a lantern in hand. The light shone on him. His movements were smooth and flowing, and he also kept the beat of the drums very accurately.

Before he could say anything, Han Shaofen nodded and said, "How about it, Teacher Huang? Does this posture look good?"

Huang Zhixin was an old scholar who was very serious about art. He nodded and said, "Well, it's not bad, but I still have to listen to his singing."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed immediately.

Because Tang Xiaobao has already started singing:

"My home is at the end of the bridge. My name is Wang Xiaoliu. I was the first one to go see the lanterns last year, and I'm the first one to go see the lanterns this year. I'm at the door of my house and I call my wife to open the door."

Just this passage made Huang Zhixin's hair stand on end.

The singing was so good that he didn't know what to say.

Han Shaofen was already delighted and nodded excitedly: "Good, not bad, he's a good seedling."

A director asked Lang Kun: "Director Lang, has he really never learned this before?"

Lang Kun said: "That's not true."

The director said, "But why do I not believe it? Although I am not a Huangmei Opera fan, I have heard some of the jokes. This is really interesting."

He could only hear the smell...

Everyone, including the staff on site, was attracted by Tang Xiaobao's voice.

Unlike popular songs, he grasped the twists and turns of Huangmei Opera just right.

Even those who had never heard of the opera were attracted by it.

At this time, Lu Yan walked out from the other corner of the stage.

"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival is here! Cannons are blasting around the gate of heaven! The gongs and drums are beating noisily."

There's no doubt about it, he's a professional singer and his singing is quite standard.

However, an assistant director secretly glanced at Lang Kun, who was looking at the stage seriously.

Lu Yan: Why do flowers bloom and fade?

Tang Xiaobao: The orchid is yellow.

Lu Yan: What’s the floral scent?

Tang Xiaobao: The fragrance of flowers.

Lu Yan: The orchids are yellow, the flowers are fragrant, the longing tune stirs up longing, I sing it myself and join in the chorus. Hey, ho, langdang, ya, ho, langdang, the melon seeds and plum blossoms jingle.

Tang Xiaobao: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Lu Yan: It’s such a shame, my dear, the chrysanthemums are so yellow in September.

…

Up to this point in the performance, the two Huangmei Opera masters in the audience still couldn't find any flaws in Tang Xiaobao.

Yes, they think it's perfect.

This is a professional performance, even Tang Xiaobao performed better than Lu Yan.

"Teacher Huang, you must be surprised to find successors to our Huangmei Opera," Han Shaofen said in a low voice.

Huang Zhixin hummed: "Listen again."

Now it’s Tang Xiaobao’s turn to speak.

Tang Xiaobao: Hey, wife, here’s my greeting!

Lu Yan: What etiquette do husband and wife need to observe?

Tang Xiaobao: Husband and wife should greet each other politely!

Lu Yan: Boss, where are you from?

Tang Xiaobao: I came from the street.

Lu Yan: Is there anything fun to do on the street?

Tang Xiaobao: Hey, the streets are bustling today! There are lanterns everywhere!

Lu Yan: What's going on? Are there lights on the street? Let's go see the lights!

…

Huang Zhixin took the initiative to approach Han Shaofen, putting on a rare smile: "Teacher Han, if I remember correctly, I am older than you, right?"

Han Shaofen was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Huang Zhixin asked, "How was Xiao Tang's performance?"

"The beginning is perfect, with its own unique characteristics, the tone and movements are just right, but there are still some minor problems when reciting the lines."

"Yes, so, I plan to accept him as my last disciple. You won't compete with me, your elder brother, will you?"

Huang Zhixin went around in circles and it turned out that this was his idea.

Han Shaofen immediately said, "No, that won't work. I've just made up my mind. I'm determined to accept this disciple."

"Hey, why are you the only one who accepted it? I was the one who proposed it first."

"That's what I thought of first."

"Can't you just give your elder brother a break for once?"

"Everything else can be discussed, but this one is not negotiable."

"I know he's a talented person, and I know you value talent as much as your life. You're also a good teacher, but he's a man after all. I'm definitely more professional than you when it comes to male vocalizations. We should prioritize the overall situation, right? For the better future of Huangmei Opera, don't compete with me..."

sweat……

How can you say such words?

Han Shaofen laughed and said, "You really can say that."

Several assistant directors on the side were attracted by their quarrel and now they could understand what was going on.

Lang Kun couldn't help but laugh and said, "Teachers, you two want to accept disciples, but whether they are willing to become your disciples is still a question. If you start fighting, it will be difficult for us, the younger generation, to mediate."

"Yes, why should we argue? Let him choose for himself later." Huang Zhixin said.

Han Shaofen said: "That's fine, who's afraid of who? Just let him choose. How can I lose to you?"

Neither of them would give in to the other.

Finally, the Huangmei Opera performance on the stage ended.

The two of them bowed and retreated backstage together, probably to remove their makeup.

Several assistant directors expressed their opinions.

"Coach Lang is indeed worthy of being Coach Lang. This program is good, and Tang Xiaobao is very professional. Let them go."

"Coach Lang, you have such a sharp eye. I'm convinced."

"You'll have to handle the rest of the matter. We still have to carry out the tasks you assigned, so we won't accompany you any longer."

Lang Kun was very proud now and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, you guys go and do your things. The two teachers and I will wait for them to come out."