Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 61 The Good Seed of Kunqu Opera
"My teacher teaches Peking Opera. After following him for several years, he gave up Peking Opera and started to learn Kunqu Opera, so the teacher didn't let me declare his name."

Qian Chen casually came up with a reason.

As a eunuch, a senior eunuch, lying is purely basic.

Moreover, it must be a panic that is beneficial to oneself.

I am a traitor.

No one likes traitors.

But if it betrays Peking Opera and falls into the embrace of Kunqu Opera.

That can be forgiven a little bit.

Sure enough, Teacher Zhang stopped asking who Qian Chen's teacher was. If you don't know, it's okay to say it. If you know, if you still help, then it belongs to a family dispute.

"Even so, you have no stage experience, and it's not easy to arrange. We have to be responsible to the audience."

"Mr. Zhang, you don't need to arrange a particularly important role for me. I just want to feel the atmosphere of the stage first. Any supporting role will do." Qian Chen's goal is just to be on stage.

"This stage is a role, and there is no leading role. This kind of saying is not popular in our Kunqu Opera."

Teacher Zhang didn't seem very happy anymore.

"How about this, I will sing a short section for you, and you can comment on it."

Qian Chen used his trump card again.

No matter how much you say, it is better to make it for others to see.

"Please!"

Please start your show.

Teacher Zhang is really interested.

She really wanted to know what kind of abilities this person who was about to take the stage—who didn't sound very old—was capable.

Which one did he learn from?

Peking opera is also very familiar.

Qian Chen opened his mouth and talked for a while into the phone.

Other people are in the car, so there is no need to worry about being heard by others.

There was silence for a while, and asked slowly: "May I ask which part you sang, and why I haven't heard it before."

"A passage from "Banzhuji"."

There was a longer silence this time.

If it wasn't for the fact that he could still hear breathing and the sound of turning things, Qian Chen would have suspected that the other side was sleeping.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Teacher Zhang asked uncertainly, "Is it Wang Yuanheng's "The Story of the Bamboo"?"

"Yes, Wang Yuanheng, Mr. Yunlin."

"This... isn't this already lost? It has been lost for hundreds of years."

Teacher Zhang was very restless.

She imagined what classic excerpts Qian Chen would sing.

I also guessed whether this young man would sing very well.

But I never thought that I would hear such a lost track, and it seemed very mature.

Even if it's just a cappella, it can be heard that it's not a remnant.

fog grass.

Lost?
Our family heard it two months ago, and in the middle of hearing it, they jumped on the stage to drive off the senior officials and students, and sang to their heart's content.

"Don't you know that this repertoire is lost? Who is your teacher?"

I was going to pretend to be confused.

I don't plan to know who Qian Chen learned from.

But it doesn't work now.

This is a lost repertoire, at least four or five hundred years old.

If it can be confirmed, there will be one more Kunqu Opera repertoire.

As for Qian Chen in the car, his forehead was sweating in the winter.

It made him even more terrified than when he appeared on the imperial concubine's bed and was caught by the Long Live Lord on the spot.

I should sing "The Peony Pavilion".

Singing "Romance of the West Chamber" is also fine.

I especially will.

What did I sing "The Story of the Bamboo", I...

But after all, he has experienced great battles, and has experienced many life and death junctures.

"My teacher found a fragmented copy, but he suspected that this fragment was fabricated by later generations, so after it was created, it was only circulated in a small area."

In order to completely cut off the possibility of tracing back, Qian Chen sighed and said:
"My teacher moved overseas in his early years, and he left after a few years, so no one knows about it."

Teacher Zhang really believed it.

In the early [-]th century, under the double pressure of the national economy and the people's livelihood and the development of Peking Opera, the once prosperous Kunqu Opera gradually declined.

In Gusu, an important city of Kunqu Opera, the famous "Four Sitting Troupes" have been disbanded one after another.

Kunqu opera was almost lost.

Later, a group of older artists raised funds to set up a Kunqu Opera training center in Wumu Garden, Suzhou, in view of the fact that the old actors and actresses of the Quanfu Class were old and weak and had no successors.

After a sigh of relief, the training center was gone.

It was not until after liberation that they were reborn.

In 1956, Zhou Chuanying and Wang Chuansong performed the reorganized and adapted Kunqu Opera "Fifteen Strings", which caused a sensation.

That is to say, "one drama saved a genre of drama" in the legend.

However, there were still many drama masters who left overseas and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Qian Chen gave very good reasons.

Many modern repertoires are restored and improved by later generations.

"That's a pity. Your teacher is a master. I don't know if you are interested in further restoring the play "The Legend of the Bamboo". Listen, the quality is really very good."

"Well, I don't think it's a big problem." Qian Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Can the quality of the song sung for Long Live God be bad?
Now it's time to play big.

Still, it's kind of exciting.

The person in our family who traveled through time 400 years ago, isn’t there a golden mountain standing behind him.

However, identification is a time-consuming task.

Which ones were lost and which ones weren't.

There is no information prompt either.

"When are you free?" Teacher Zhang asked over there.

"Mr. Zhang, you're welcome. Just call me Qian Chen. I'm in Jinhua now. If it's convenient for you, I'll go over and invite you to have a meal together."

Of course, Qian Chen hoped that the sooner the better.

However, it is necessary to be polite, and it is better to let the other party determine the time.

"How about tomorrow, are you free tomorrow?"

Only then did Teacher Zhang change his words, no more your address.

The disciples of Liyuan tend to abide by the tradition, and they will not call themselves elders until their seniority is revealed.

"Tomorrow is fine. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, what do you think?"

Of course there is nothing wrong with that.

In fact, Teacher Zhang wanted to see Qian Chen today.

Hang up.

Teacher Zhang walked out of the study room. In the living room, the students in her class, as well as her parents, had been waiting for a while.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm really sorry."

"Ugh."

"Sorry, teacher."

They were all apologetic gestures, but they were extremely resolute.

"It's a pity for my child to give up after studying for so many years. I agreed to go back to school after filming." Teacher Zhang sighed.

Some powerless.

"I'm sorry, teacher." With the same words, the girl bowed deeply.

"Okay, you go to the entertainment industry yourself, just don't lose yourself. Only with a strong foundation can you go far."

Teacher Zhang looked at her.

This girl is her favorite.

I started to study Kunqu Opera in 01, and was admitted to the opera school in 04. I have studied it for eight years.

It was a good seedling.

It's a pity that I still can't stand the temptation of the entertainment industry.

"Thank you teacher, I will always remember the teachers."

"Hey, now that you finish your studies, you can only get a certificate of completion." Teacher Zhang's heart calmed down.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

Seeing the prosperity of the entertainment industry, how could he be willing to continue practicing Kunqu Opera, which has been declining day by day?

Then look at the guy Qian Chen who was on the phone with him just now.

Inheriting overseas opera masters, those who try their best want to perform on stage.

This is the good seed of Kunqu Opera.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter 61 The Good Seed of Kunqu Opera
"My teacher teaches Peking Opera. After following him for several years, he gave up Peking Opera and started to learn Kunqu Opera, so the teacher didn't let me declare his name."

Qian Chen casually came up with a reason.

As a eunuch, a senior eunuch, lying is purely basic.

Moreover, it must be a panic that is beneficial to oneself.

I am a traitor.

No one likes traitors.

But if it betrays Peking Opera and falls into the embrace of Kunqu Opera.

That can be forgiven a little bit.

Sure enough, Teacher Zhang stopped asking who Qian Chen's teacher was. If you don't know, it's okay to say it. If you know, if you still help, then it belongs to a family dispute.

"Even so, you have no stage experience, and it's not easy to arrange. We have to be responsible to the audience."

"Mr. Zhang, you don't need to arrange a particularly important role for me. I just want to feel the atmosphere of the stage first. Any supporting role will do." Qian Chen's goal is just to be on stage.

"This stage is a role, and there is no leading role. This kind of saying is not popular in our Kunqu Opera."

Teacher Zhang didn't seem very happy anymore.

"How about this, I will sing a short section for you, and you can comment on it."

Qian Chen used his trump card again.

No matter how much you say, it is better to make it for others to see.

"Please!"

Please start your show.

Teacher Zhang is really interested.

She really wanted to know what kind of abilities this person who was about to take the stage—who didn't sound very old—was capable.

Which one did he learn from?

Peking opera is also very familiar.

Qian Chen opened his mouth and talked for a while into the phone.

Other people are in the car, so there is no need to worry about being heard by others.

There was silence for a while, and asked slowly: "May I ask which part you sang, and why I haven't heard it before."

"A passage from "Banzhuji"."

There was a longer silence this time.

If it wasn't for the fact that he could still hear breathing and the sound of turning things, Qian Chen would have suspected that the other side was sleeping.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Teacher Zhang asked uncertainly, "Is it Wang Yuanheng's "The Story of the Bamboo"?"

"Yes, Wang Yuanheng, Mr. Yunlin."

"This... isn't this already lost? It has been lost for hundreds of years."

Teacher Zhang was very restless.

She imagined what classic excerpts Qian Chen would sing.

I also guessed whether this young man would sing very well.

But I never thought that I would hear such a lost track, and it seemed very mature.

Even if it's just a cappella, it can be heard that it's not a remnant.

fog grass.

Lost?
Our family heard it two months ago, and in the middle of hearing it, they jumped on the stage to drive off the senior officials and students, and sang to their heart's content.

"Don't you know that this repertoire is lost? Who is your teacher?"

I was going to pretend to be confused.

I don't plan to know who Qian Chen learned from.

But it doesn't work now.

This is a lost repertoire, at least four or five hundred years old.

If it can be confirmed, there will be one more Kunqu Opera repertoire.

As for Qian Chen in the car, his forehead was sweating in the winter.

It made him even more terrified than when he appeared on the imperial concubine's bed and was caught by the Long Live Lord on the spot.

I should sing "The Peony Pavilion".

Singing "Romance of the West Chamber" is also fine.

I especially will.

What did I sing "The Story of the Bamboo", I...

But after all, he has experienced great battles, and has experienced many life and death junctures.

"My teacher found a fragmented copy, but he suspected that this fragment was fabricated by later generations, so after it was created, it was only circulated in a small area."

In order to completely cut off the possibility of tracing back, Qian Chen sighed and said:
"My teacher moved overseas in his early years, and he left after a few years, so no one knows about it."

Teacher Zhang really believed it.

In the early [-]th century, under the double pressure of the national economy and the people's livelihood and the development of Peking Opera, the once prosperous Kunqu Opera gradually declined.

In Gusu, an important city of Kunqu Opera, the famous "Four Sitting Troupes" have been disbanded one after another.

Kunqu opera was almost lost.

Later, a group of older artists raised funds to set up a Kunqu Opera training center in Wumu Garden, Suzhou, in view of the fact that the old actors and actresses of the Quanfu Class were old and weak and had no successors.

After a sigh of relief, the training center was gone.

It was not until after liberation that they were reborn.

In 1956, Zhou Chuanying and Wang Chuansong performed the reorganized and adapted Kunqu Opera "Fifteen Strings", which caused a sensation.

That is to say, "one drama saved a genre of drama" in the legend.

However, there were still many drama masters who left overseas and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Qian Chen gave very good reasons.

Many modern repertoires are restored and improved by later generations.

"That's a pity. Your teacher is a master. I don't know if you are interested in further restoring the play "The Legend of the Bamboo". Listen, the quality is really very good."

"Well, I don't think it's a big problem." Qian Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Can the quality of the song sung for Long Live God be bad?
Now it's time to play big.

Still, it's kind of exciting.

The person in our family who traveled through time 400 years ago, isn’t there a golden mountain standing behind him.

However, identification is a time-consuming task.

Which ones were lost and which ones weren't.

There is no information prompt either.

"When are you free?" Teacher Zhang asked over there.

"Mr. Zhang, you're welcome. Just call me Qian Chen. I'm in Jinhua now. If it's convenient for you, I'll go over and invite you to have a meal together."

Of course, Qian Chen hoped that the sooner the better.

However, it is necessary to be polite, and it is better to let the other party determine the time.

"How about tomorrow, are you free tomorrow?"

Only then did Teacher Zhang change his words, no more your address.

The disciples of Liyuan tend to abide by the tradition, and they will not call themselves elders until their seniority is revealed.

"Tomorrow is fine. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, what do you think?"

Of course there is nothing wrong with that.

In fact, Teacher Zhang wanted to see Qian Chen today.

Hang up.

Teacher Zhang walked out of the study room. In the living room, the students in her class, as well as her parents, had been waiting for a while.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm really sorry."

"Ugh."

"Sorry, teacher."

They were all apologetic gestures, but they were extremely resolute.

"It's a pity for my child to give up after studying for so many years. I agreed to go back to school after filming." Teacher Zhang sighed.

Some powerless.

"I'm sorry, teacher." With the same words, the girl bowed deeply.

"Okay, you go to the entertainment industry yourself, just don't lose yourself. Only with a strong foundation can you go far."

Teacher Zhang looked at her.

This girl is her favorite.

I started to study Kunqu Opera in 01, and was admitted to the opera school in 04. I have studied it for eight years.

It was a good seedling.

It's a pity that I still can't stand the temptation of the entertainment industry.

"Thank you teacher, I will always remember the teachers."

"Hey, now that you finish your studies, you can only get a certificate of completion." Teacher Zhang's heart calmed down.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

Seeing the prosperity of the entertainment industry, how could he be willing to continue practicing Kunqu Opera, which has been declining day by day?

Then look at the guy Qian Chen who was on the phone with him just now.

Inheriting overseas opera masters, those who try their best want to perform on stage.

This is the good seed of Kunqu Opera.

(End of this chapter)