On stage.
Following Yu Ji's suicide.
The one and a half hour long Peking Opera performance of Farewell My Concubine came to an end.
This one and a half hours.
Everyone in the Hu family troupe is giving their all in their performance.
After the performance, many people's necks were covered with sweat and their backs were wet.
However, despite this, the eyes of everyone in the Hu family revealed endless joy.
They looked at the hundreds of guests below the stage, and not a single one of them left.
For them, this was an unprecedented experience.
Many times, as soon as the show starts, some people will leave, and by the end, only a few people are left sitting in the audience.
There was silence for a few seconds.
There was a hint of surprise in the young man's expression.
For them, they have never actually watched a Peking Opera performance in their lives, and their comments about the decline of Peking Opera are just hearsay.
I really didn't expect it.
It feels so wonderful to truly experience Peking Opera.
Everything about everyone on the stage, including their movements, expressions, lines, tone, etc., seemed as if they had been refined countless times.
It's like reading a novel, without any water content at all.
All useful information.
This gave everyone an experience they had never had before.
There was a moment of silence.
"good!!"
"Wonderful!!"
"I've never experienced Peking Opera before, and it's so special."
"I might have another hobby in the future."
"National quintessence is indeed worthy of being called national quintessence."
"I can't wait to go online and check out other Peking operas."
"The Overlord's eyes are truly expressive."
The audience cheered.
“Pah pah pah!”
Amidst thunderous applause, the Hu family members bowed to the guests and then left one after another.
But even on the stage, there was no one there.
The guests in the audience did not leave either.
Instead, they talked about Farewell My Concubine and Peking Opera with great interest.
For the first time, they showed such a strong interest in the quintessence of Chinese culture.
"I heard that Yu Ji was played by a man?"
"A man? Holy shit, is this real? That voice, that look, it's definitely a woman!"
"In ancient Peking Opera, women were not allowed to perform on stage. The Hu family troupe has always upheld this tradition. Some male dan actors have practiced for more than ten years just to practice the expressions of female characters."
"Ten years or so? That's a lie, right? Aren't young actors these days trained for two or three years before they start filming?"
"The threshold for singing opera is much higher than that for acting. One minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage. That's what they are talking about."
"Even with all the hard work, the money the entire Hu family earns in a year is probably not as much as a cool day."
"Even so, they weren't treated well. They were even laughed at and ridiculed by some people just now."
"Some people nowadays belong to the audience's mind. It's none of my business, so I just say whatever I want. Anyway, it doesn't hurt me. Moreover, they prefer to rub salt into the wound."
Someone brought up the past, and the young guests who had been making a fuss lowered their heads in shame.
I feel extremely regretful.
to be honest.
They also didn't know why they suddenly started to make a fuss.
Maybe, just because it's fun.
Shangguan Wenren closed his eyes slightly, listening to the discussions of the guests around him, and felt a little shocked.
Shangguan Wenren is very clear about the status of national quintessence in the minds of young people today.
Before coming.
Shangguan Wenren also thought so.
There probably weren't many people at the scene.
Who knew that the room was full of guests and none of them left.
When watching a play, when it reaches the exciting part, there is thunderous applause.
When the play was over, everyone was discussing it enthusiastically again.
This made Shangguan Wenren suddenly return to the scene when he was a child going to the market, sitting on his father's shoulders and watching Peking Opera.
The scene at that time was as lively as it is today.
"Go and ask the leader of the Hu family troupe to stay for a while."
After opening his eyes, Shangguan Wenren turned around and gave instructions to the housekeeper.
This time, the Hu family was invited not only for the performance, but Shangguan Wenren also had other things to do.
The national quintessence has declined.
As someone who loves Peking Opera, he always wants to do something.
Otherwise, what if I live to be a hundred years old.
I couldn't watch any show.
How helpless that would be.
"Yes, boss." The housekeeper nodded respectfully.
"Also, I want to meet the young man who plays the guard." Shangguan Wenren followed.
Farewell My Concubine is Shangguan Wenren's favorite play.
Lived for eighty years.
Watched it hundreds of times.
He remembers all the characters' lines and can even sing a few lines.
However, what Shangguan Wenren cared about most in Farewell My Concubine was not the King of Chu played by Hu Wenchang, nor Concubine Yu.
But it was a guard standing behind the Overlord.
There aren't many lines.
There are not many scenes.
But it is extremely refined.
In the eyes of Shangguan Wenren, an old opera fan, the guard was simply gold among a pile of silver.
Shining brightly.
Dazzling.
"Okay, boss!" Although the housekeeper didn't quite understand why Shangguan Wenren wanted to meet an actor who played a guard, she didn't dare to ask any more questions and said quickly.
She only needs to do things according to Shangguan Wenren's instructions. As for the rest, she doesn't care at all.
The housekeeper left in a hurry.
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