Chapter 100: From beginning to end, all are guests; Peking Opera master Jiang Zhongli extends an invitation.
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"Accustomed to hiding all emotions, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, in makeup."
"What's the use of clichés?"
"Bones and ashes are all me"
"In times of chaos, like duckweed adrift, I can only watch as flames of war engulf the land."
Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation.
Even if no one knows me...
On stage, Wang Yueheng, dressed in theatrical costume, was fully immersed in his performance.
Let your understanding of the song flow freely.
In the gentle and tender opera singing.
Peking Opera master Jiang Zhongli couldn't help but recall his childhood.
Back then, I practiced my skills diligently every day in order to get on stage.
For a single glance or gesture, he was repeatedly punished by the teacher with a ruler and a bamboo cane.
Even if no one in the audience is watching.
You must also practice expressing your emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—always alone in front of the mirror.
Even if a torrential downpour occurs during the temple fair performance and the audience disperses.
He remained on stage until the very last act.
The music ended and the audience dispersed.
He bowed to the empty audience seats to take his final bow.
It is this love and dedication to the opera that has enabled him to achieve his current status and prominence.
Wang Yueheng, on stage, was focused and dedicated.
Jiang Zhongli felt as if he were seeing a rising star in the Chinese art world.
"The audience has passed by, and the old colors are no longer visible."
"On stage, someone is singing a heartbreaking farewell song."
The word "love" is hard to put into words.
"Her singing must be accompanied by blood."
"The curtain rises and falls."
"After all, I am just a guest..."
The light outside the hall windows was a play of light and shadow.
Under a beam of natural light streaming through the skylight.
Amidst the music.
On stage, he stands alone, his robes billowing, shifting and turning.
The song was sung with deep emotion.
The crowd's eyes gradually glazed over.
It was as if another illusion was appearing before my eyes.
On the other side of time and space, a vermilion stage was also erected.
On stage, actors and actresses, together with Wang Yueheng, are performing a series of tragic love stories.
The orioles sing at dawn over Jinling's jade trees.
Flowers bloom early at the pavilions along the Qinhuai River.
I watched him build a magnificent mansion, and I watched him host lavish banquets.
He watched as the opera house collapsed amidst the flames.
I composed a lament for the south of the Yangtze River.
Sing mournful songs until you're old.
"One act ends, another begins."
Do not mock romantic plays.
Don't laugh at people's absurdity.
"I also inquired about the green and yellow."
"We once sang of rise and fall with resounding voices."
"The Tao is without emotion; if the Tao were to have emotion, how could one fathom it?"
"The Tao is without emotion, yet its emotion is a matter of deep thought..."
As the soft music faded, the beautiful woman in her opera robes on stage turned around and glanced back.
He bowed in farewell.
Her tender, captivating eyes were glistening with tears, as if she had just finished recounting a sorrowful farewell.
Everyone who saw it was momentarily stunned.
After a silence of more than ten seconds, everyone's pupils finally refocused on reality.
It was as if my soul had just been pulled out of a dream.
A Peking Opera tune performed by a red-clad female performer.
It allows people to witness decades of rise and fall.
Those scenes from the play, those elegant songs and dances.
Every single one of them leaves a lasting impression and a sense of longing.
"Slap slap~"
"Whoosh~"
Led by Ge Shijun, who was the first to realize what was happening, the more than 30 special recruitment panel judges on site all clapped.
What Wang Yueheng didn't expect on stage was...
More than 30 expert scholars and judges stood up.
Everyone looked at him, clapping their hands while shaking their heads slightly in amazement.
This moment felt like a dream.
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