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Chapter 64 [Extra] Isn't that right?

After getting a pair of red books, Zhang Ruixuan said proudly that he would post a circle of friends to show off. As usual, Ding Xuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Okay, stop showing off. It's not like anyone told the instructor that he had something to do today."

"We both found a good day to ask for leave together. The instructor is not a fool." Zhang Ruixuan shrugged, not caring at all. "Besides, even if the instructor blames us, isn't there still the instructor's wife to take care of it?"

Apart from anything else, teachers and students are both afraid of their wives!
"You should learn something!" Every time Ding Xuan saw Zhang Ruixuan's aggrieved look, she couldn't help but get angry at him for not fighting back. But if the former really had to fight and quarrel with her over everything, there would be no possibility for Ding Xuan and Zhang Ruixuan to get married.

Looking at Zhang Ruixuan again, he didn't feel anything at all, and didn't forget to say this: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"I'm asking you to learn from your mentor. Look at how many honors he has won in his lifetime and how many achievements he has made." Sometimes Ding Xuan really wanted to grab Zhang Ruixuan's ears and yell something into them to see if the latter could pretend not to hear, or if the words would go in one ear and out the other without him thinking.

"Honey, there happens to be a good show tonight... Actually, it's not really a good show, it's a performance of the old and the new. I bought two tickets, can you go with me?"

"I still have……"

Zhang Ruixuan knew when to speak, and before Ding Xuan finished making excuses, he quickly followed up with the conversation: "We have to find an unusual way to celebrate our wedding, right?"

"Will you write the literature review for me? Or will you read the literature to me?"

The instructor is also a person who teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. Of course, his requirements for Zhang Ruixuan and Ding Xuan are different. The former has his own unique ideas, while the latter can take the time to read the literature thoroughly, and the requirements for sending them out are also different.

"Wife..." Zhang Ruixuan groaned and shook his wife's arm, muttering, "Think about it, I bought this ticket a long time ago, and it's 380 yuan each!"

"Alright." Ding Xuan glanced at Zhang Ruixuan with a hint of pity, "Then hurry up. You can calculate it yourself. It's already past five o'clock. If you go back to have a meal and walk to the theater, you're late again!"

“I wonder who was the one who was crying in the circle of friends every day about not being able to get the program list!”

After carefully putting the marriage certificate into the small bag that had been prepared long ago, Zhang Ruixuan walked forward happily, twisting and turning, as if he didn't take Ding Xuan's words to heart at all - his steps were at least twice as fast as before.

"Hey, if you say so, isn't it their fault? Isn't this obviously eating the program list?" When Zhang Ruixuan realized that his steps were too big and his wife was left behind, he had to stop and wait.

“It’s all other people’s problem.”

"Even if we take a step back, it's not my fault." After getting the red book, Zhang Ruixuan seemed to have revealed some of his true colors.

Ding Xuan opened her eyes and made a gesture to fight, but Zhang Ruixuan had already run five meters away.

The recorded gongs and drums were struck in the theater, and with five minutes left before the show officially began, a few people began to come in from the surrounding areas, looking around and chattering about something.

"Hey, let's stop talking when the show starts." Zhang Ruixuan was obviously tortured by this. He started muttering to himself before the show even started.

"Okay, stop talking for now." Ding Xuan switched her phone to night mode and turned off the sound. She looked at the cast list on the program and began to ponder, "It doesn't even say who will perform which act."

"That's right, usually..."

Without saying a word, the gongs and drums in the theater played again. Seeing that the show would officially begin in less than two minutes, the two young men stopped talking and started watching the show in advance.

The lights in the theater gradually dimmed, and the voices of the people around were also suppressed to a certain extent along with the lights.

As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, the erhu followed closely, and the audience had already seen who was standing at the entrance. The audience cheered before the leading actor even appeared on stage.

"I, Liu Bei..."

"it is good!"

"Isn't this just shouting at your cheek?" Zhang Ruixuan muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

[Mr. Zhang: I really admire my wife. Look, if you don’t know, you would think they are just cheering for someone! ]

[Dear wife: Yes]

"Good string!"

Zhang Ruixuan didn’t know how the actors on the stage felt, or whether they felt that their words were choked back, but he was frightened again.

[Mr. Zhang: Ah, I guess they gave the tickets away. The ticket sales for “Dragon and Phoenix” this time were really late, just a week in advance, and they didn’t say how much the two teachers would perform, so I’m sure not many tickets were sold.]

[Dear Wife: Well, this nice string sound here is really unnecessary]

[Mr. Zhang: I think we should not stare at the screen for a while. After all, young actors are still a little behind. I can hear it directly.]

[Dear Wife: So you bought the tickets long ago? It’s only been open for a week? When did you buy them?]

Now Zhang Ruixuan stopped sending WeChat messages. He turned around and looked at his wife, blinking her eyes continuously. If you didn’t know better, you would think she had an eye cramp and she had to be sent to the hospital immediately!

[Dear wife: Okay, just watch the show first, I'll settle the score with you when I get back! ]

It was almost time for the female role to shine in the scene. When the curtain was drawn and opened again, on the scrolling LED screens on both sides, the actress who played Sun Shangxiang had been replaced by a young actor who had just joined the troupe.

[Mr. Zhang: This is not the right step]

[Dear Wife: Did you read the lines on the screen? ]

[The man surnamed Zhang: No, the actor’s pronunciation is very clear, I can understand it even without watching.]

"Weiwa and Gu..."

First of all, the unsteady steps are not to be taken into account. To be able to enter the provincial and municipal troupes, this most basic stage step should not have any flaws. Then, let’s talk about this opening, which is simply unbearable to listen to.

[Mr. Zhang: Did the person who is mumbling this thing forget the lyrics? Shouldn't this line be "The flying horse crossed the Chaisang Pass"? He didn't even pronounce the last note. Is he really singing halfway? The teacher couldn't have taught them this way.]

[Dear wife: If you ask me, who should I ask? ]

One line was not normal, but the part of "Sports Car" that was supposed to get the most applause from the audience ended with the actor panting and not singing a word clearly, and almost falling out. There were no mistakes in the following parts - I don't know if it was a temporary arrangement, or if they knew that young actors still have a lot of room for improvement, except for this part, all the parts were performed by the two teachers.

Theaters are generally not strictly controlled, and some even allow filming. The original plan was for the old actors to teach the new actors, but unexpectedly, the new actors were not brought out, and the two teachers were also involved and suspected.

[Li Keyong's Huang Mang: Seeing everyone say this makes me feel relieved. I almost took my phone to a repair shop just now]

[Others don’t act like this, a certain teacher who is afraid of his wife doesn’t act like this: Reply to @李克用的黄蟒, don’t mention your phone, I almost planned to make an appointment with an ENT doctor just now, I was thinking, is it because you listen to too much opera, and your ears have problems? ]

[The CP I am also supporting today: Chinese opera is over! ]

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Although the incident has only been seen by fans watching the drama, Zhang Ruixuan dares to guarantee that the video will be known to everyone in the near future.

A provincial and municipal level troupe, coupled with a performance that is no match for the amateurs, would make anyone spit on this!

"What do you think?" Ding Xuan's eyelashes twitched unnoticeably.

“I don’t think so either…”

Zhang Ruixuan seemed to see something unusual in his wife's expression. He sighed and said the second half of the sentence: "It is indeed a bit outrageous."

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Ding Xuan was naturally happy that the people around her could take care of her subtle emotions. "When I was in college, I represented my school in a debate competition. The topic was obviously something I was good at, but that day, I suddenly felt like my mind was cleared and everything I thought about was blank."

"So, sometimes I think we have to understand that performing on the same stage with a teacher is really stressful."

It was a joyful night, but the performance of "Sports Car" was not good, and I don't know how many people's mood was ruined. Zhang Ruixuan also wanted to say a few words in the comment section.

Even if the actor explained that it was because of nervousness, what does it matter? Does that mean it is not wrong?

Should we forgive young actors just because they are young? Even if we take a step back, does that mean the teacher has no fault?
Just by calming down and listening to Ding Xuan's explanation, Zhang Ruixuan also realized the most important problem: if students do not perform well on stage, they will not only embarrass themselves, but also the teachers.

The teacher has been standing on the stage for so many years. Even if he has a conflict with his students, there is no need to throw his own face into it, just to embarrass the students or make them learn a lesson on the stage - nervousness is the only explanation.

"I understand."

"But if we talk about tolerance for young actors at this time, I'm afraid many people will feel..."

"People make mistakes, horses stumble, it doesn't mean she made a mistake just because she was nervous. It's easy to change other people's views of her. As long as she performs well in the future, her image in front of the audience will gradually improve."

"The leading actor is not the leading actor once he gets on stage. There are times when the leading actor cannot even perform well enough to get on stage."

"Well, that makes sense."

Most of the time, the audience just hopes that the actors can go one step further. They don't really focus on anyone, and it will never escalate to the level of cyber violence.

"In fact, this is a very difficult hurdle for an actor to overcome. It is rare to have the courage to stand on stage again and make up for this mistake."

In the second half of the night, the two young people talked about many things from their childhood. After the incident with Ding Xuan, he didn't even dare to sign up for the school debate competition, thinking that he had brought shame to the school...

"Wife, what happened next?"

"Later, it was one of our teachers who inspired me in class." Ding Xuan sighed, "When I figured it out, I asked the teacher again, but he said he didn't say it on purpose."

Both young men knew that they would probably never get the answer whether it was true or false, but such an opportunity was rare.

"I hope that young actor can also meet a teacher like this."

“I hope all intangible cultural heritage can meet such a promoter.”

Sensing the lingering "sadness" in the other person's tone, Zhang Ruixuan and Ding Xuan laughed out loud at the same time: "Hahahaha."

It was late at night, and even the busiest streets were no longer crowded with people as they were during the day. The world was lonely, and people were lonely too. Zhang Ruixuan suddenly remembered something and muttered to himself, "Let's take a step back. Don't we have a better way?"

"If we, the fans and amateurs, really can't stand it, we should learn from our ancestors in the past. The founder of the Yan School was an amateur, and the masters of Kunqu Opera all went to Tsinghua University. They were reluctant to give up the plays they knew, so didn't they promote the research and development of Kunqu Opera?"

"Hmm?" Even though Ding Xuan was used to Zhang Ruixuan's thoughts, she sometimes couldn't keep up with his train of thought, especially when she was taking care of the cat and cleaning the cat litter. "You said you don't know how to manage it, so I'm the one who's in charge, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey, honey, put me down!" After Mimi was left at his mother's house for a while, Zhang Ruixuan gradually forgot his habit of cleaning up Mimi's daily life. Now that his wife reminded him of it, he quickly put down what he was doing and took the cat litter shovel from his wife's hand, "My bad, my bad."

"If you had come any later I would have already cleaned up!"

The young couple had a fight, and they had sorted out what needed to be sorted out. Ding Xuan then asked what Zhang Ruixuan had not finished saying: "So what exactly did you want to say with that long string of foreshadowing? Don't tell me you just wanted to tell me about the history of opera."

"Well... I mean, even if we take a step back, we are not wrong, right?"

"If we can produce two or three people as talented as these two ancestors, then there is no need to rush the opera, right?"

Ding Xuan said that she couldn't keep up with Zhang Ruixuan's pace. Look, she went from complaining about Peking Opera actors to self-reflection.

"There is an advantage to this."

"What benefits?" Ding Xuan wanted to hear what other bizarre theories Zhang Ruixuan could come up with!
"When someone says you can't sing, someone will stand up and say amateur singers can also become a group of their own!"

"If you were doing this on a crosstalk stage, I would kick you off the stage."

Apparently the night couldn’t get any darker, and the white light of the early morning had already pierced the horizon. If Zhang Ruixuan continued to “dream” like this, it would become a daydream: “Hey, now many intangible cultural heritages are not endangered, but the raw materials are!”

A good voice is the raw material, kaolin is the raw material, purple clay and silk are also raw materials, even a spring of water for forging swords, a time of anticipation, a person who enjoys time... can all be considered "raw materials".