Anyway, most of the people who came to celebrate the old man’s birthday were young people, and not many of them watched Farewell My Concubine.
My old man is not in good health, so I guess he will go to rest soon.
And Ying Er is very important.
He is a popular artist nowadays and many people like him.
It’s also suitable to be used as the finale.
…
…
"Mr. Hu, can you take a photo with me? My daughter likes you very much!" Uncle Zhang, who had just finished painting his face, quickly picked up his mobile phone and said to Hu Yibao.
"Hahaha, no problem."
"Can you really sing Peking Opera? That's different from singing pop songs." Chen Jianguo couldn't help but ask in confusion when he heard Hu Yibao say that he could perform Peking Opera.
"If you don't believe me, I'll sing you a few lines from Farewell My Concubine." Hu Yibao wasn't shy either. He pinched his fingers together and began to sing. "Ever since I followed the king on his campaigns..."
After singing a short piece,
There was a moment of silence in the dressing room, and shock appeared on everyone's faces, and then there was a burst of warm applause.
“Okay, okay!!”
"Even if I practiced my whole life, I still wouldn't be able to reach that level of singing."
"That's for sure. Don't you see he's our Master Hu's? So, biologically speaking, this is called heredity."
…
The dressing room was soon filled with a joyful atmosphere.
While putting on makeup, Hu Wenchang watched Hu Yibao and the members of the Hu family opera troupe making a mess, and he felt happy.
Twelve o'clock.
At the end of the third skit.
Everyone had finished their makeup for Farewell My Concubine and was ready to go on stage. Hu Yibao also took the opportunity to get a supporting role as Padre A.
However, it has not yet come to power.
He was pushed aside by a middle-aged man from behind.
"Please make way. It's my Ying Er's turn next."
An extremely beautiful female artist who had undergone plastic surgery and put on makeup, wearing gorgeous clothes, followed behind him and went on stage.
"What's going on?" Chen Jianguo asked the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the music start, then turned to Chen Jianguo and said, "Are you guys singing Farewell My Concubine?"
"Mr. Shangguan, didn't I tell you that your finale was cancelled and replaced by the grand finale?"
At this time.
The officials on the stage saw Hu Wenchang and the others behind the stage and shouted hurriedly.
“Ahhhhh!!”
"I'm looking for you!"
"Your car is running around!"
"You guys will come out later."
A young man in the troupe couldn't help but say, "Aren't we the finale? Why did you change so suddenly?"
"They're in a hurry." The superior frowned and said, "It's okay if you give way a little."
"Okay, you guys will come out again later, it'll only be a few minutes."
After saying that, the Shangguan turned and left. Everyone in the troupe heard the Shangguan muttering to himself, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"What era is this? Who still listens to Peking Opera?"
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