King of soft rice

Chapter 69 - Shooting the Halberd at the Yuanmen [add more here]

"What a fart!"

When Zhai Nan heard this, he was taken aback for a moment.

What's the matter with this old man, how can he turn his back on him?

You were cooperating with me just now, why did you start scolding me in the blink of an eye?
Wei Jinliang next to him was also taken aback, and then asked, "Old Xu, is there any problem?"

Mr. Xu looked at Zhai Nan, "You know this part, kid? Why do you sing it over and over again, do you dare to change it!"

After hearing this, Zhai Nan could only smile wryly.

It's true that he doesn't know much. His grandfather listened to the radio when he was a child, so he listened to it by the way.

Say something else!
There are others, but they only know a few words, and they can't sing at all.

That's why Zhai Nan never dared to meet these professional Peking opera artists, just to get the quilt back to its original shape.

Zhai Nan scratched his head helplessly, and said, "Mr. Xu, I'm also half-baked, that is, when I was young, I learned from the uncle who did morning exercises in the park for two days. Let me think about it again."

Elder Xu frowned suddenly, and asked, "What did you say about the morning exercise old man?"

Zhai Nan thought for a while, and made up a nonsense: "There are everything, just click here and there, it all depends on his mood."

Elder Xu sighed, and asked, "Does the Eight Great Hammers know?"

Zhai Nan shook his head.

"What about the Odd Shuanghui?"

Zhai Nan shook his head again.

"Silang visits his mother, Luo Cheng calls Guan, Yuanmen shoots a halberd? Which one do you think you will?"

Zhai Nan thought for a while and said: "I can do it, but I can't sing it all, at most one or two paragraphs."

Mr. Xu hummed and said, "Then shoot the halberd at the gate."

Zhai Nan recalled it for a while, thought about the selection of shooting a halberd at the gate in his mind, then cleared his throat, and then began to sing: "Where is the lack of alcohol in the stomach, there is clearly something on the side of the heart. One is like a mountain tiger, and the other is like Kui Timber wolf. When the two fight for the top, the wolf will be injured and the tiger will be injured. Fang Tianji is placed on the gate."

When Zhai Nan sang to this point, Mr. Xu suddenly let out a light snort.

Zhai Nan was taken aback for a moment, then stopped.

Elder Xu looked at Zhai Nan and said, "You really haven't learned it before!"

Zhai Nan was slightly surprised when he heard this.

He also sang this passage with a loud voice, but he had never heard of Lu Bu's singing style with a loud voice.So I can only rely on my singing voice and sing with a loud voice.

Although the singing is still very good, there are still some shortcomings in some subtle places.For a layman, it is natural that the problem cannot be heard, and it is difficult even for Peking Opera artists to distinguish.

But Mr. Xu is a living dictionary in the Beijing opera world, and he has good ears.Even Wei Jinliang didn't notice the problem, but Mr. Xu heard it.

Zhai Nan smiled and said: "I never learned it before, and I learned it from the morning exercise master in the park before, and I only knew a little about it."

After Zhai Nan finished speaking, Director Ma suddenly interjected, "Old Xu, you saw this too, it's not me..."

Before Director Ma could finish speaking, Mr. Xu interrupted him, and said directly: "It's not that there is no chance. Zhai Nan's voice is good. I think there is no problem with the big and small voices, but there are some places that need to be fine-tuned. Three days, with I adjusted for three days, corrected a few minor points, and I was ready to go on stage."

Zhai Nan was stunned when he heard this. He dared to go on stage after studying Peking Opera for three days. No one would believe it.

Director Ma also looked like he had eaten a fly, and with a look of pig liver, he was silent for a while and said, "Mr. Xu, you are making things difficult for me."

But Mr. Xu said, "Don't talk to me in a bureaucratic way. Usually, at the party, there is a joint singing of Peking Opera, and it takes more than a minute for an actor to say more. You just leave him 30 seconds."

Director Ma looked embarrassed and was speechless for a long time.

Zhai Nan also felt embarrassed, so he said, "Mr. Xu, I'm not a professional Peking Opera artist either. I don't think I can do it, so forget it."

But Mr. Xu waved his hand and said, "How can this be possible! I let you on stage not to praise you, but to praise the young man with a big voice. Now the Beijing opera circle's cognition is too narrow, and the skills of the older generation are lost. It’s almost there. Now that one has finally come out, I can’t just let this door be closed.”

Hearing Mr. Xu's words, Zhai Nan didn't dare to say anything more.After all, the old man is already in his eighties, if that sentence doesn't go well, and if he gets angry again, it will not end well.

Director Ma of Beijing Satellite TV probably had the same idea, and now there is only one old man in the entire Peking Opera circle.Although Xu Lao can still sing now, but at this age, who can say for sure.

Director Ma was silent for a moment, and said, "Success, I'll give you another minute. But Mr. Xu, don't forget what you promised me."

Elder Xu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will hold the line when the time comes, and there will be absolutely no major problems."

"That works." Director Ma nodded and said, "I'll send someone to pick you up when it's rehearsal."

Elder Xu said, "It's not that I'm too old to walk, just give me a call when the time comes."

Director Ma did not refute, and then asked Zhai Nan for the phone number, and left in a hurry.

After Director Ma left, Mr. Xu asked Zhai Nan: "Boy, you said that you, a boy with a loud voice, learned from the old man who did morning exercises in the park. Do you know the name of that man?"

Zhai Nan was slightly taken aback.

How did I know what the name of the morning exercise uncle is, I made it up.

The big-voiced youngsters in this world have long since cut off their inheritance, and only you, the old man, still remember this.

Looking back at the memories of previous lives, among the schools of Xiaosheng with a loud voice, the most outstanding one is Mr. Zhou Xinfang, the founder of Xiaosheng of Lin School.

Thinking of this, Zhai Nan said nonsense: "I remember that he seemed to tell me that his surname is Zhou and he is from the south. I don't know anything else. In fact, I don't know him too well. I just met him by chance and said I am suitable to learn his singing, I just hung out with him for a few months, and then I was too busy with school, so I didn’t go there again.”

When Mr. Xu heard this, he sighed and said, "That's a pity. By the way, which park are you talking about?"

When Zhai Nan heard this, he was a little dazed.

This old man can't be serious, can he?

Over 80 years old and still want to time travel?
Zhai Nan shook his head and said, "Mr. Xu, don't even think about it. The year I met Mr. Zhou, he was over 80, and I was only in junior high school. Even if you look for him now, you probably won't be able to find him."

After hearing this, Elder Xu sighed again, "What a pity, what a pity."

Seeing this, Wei Jinliang quickly said, "Grandpa, don't be sorry. Isn't there still Zhai Nan now, and this door is not broken."

Elder Xu looked at Zhai Nan, but shook his head and sighed, "Some have practiced!"

Hey, what's your attitude? Didn't you just say that three days will be enough?
Do you dare to fool Director Ma?
No, you are fooling me.

Zhai Nan had no choice but to tentatively ask: "Is it really that bad?"

Mr. Xu said leisurely: "You never leave your fists, and you never leave your mouth. You are far from a real Beijing opera artist! Come here, come in with me first." Then, he took Zhai Nan and Wei Jinliang into the wing room inside.

This wing room has been converted into a practice room by Mr. Xu, and there is a gramophone in the room.

Mr. Xu took out a film and put it on the phonograph, and then said: "Listen up, this is the real big-voiced boy."

Just listen to the scene on the phonograph, which is the scene of Yuanmen shooting a halberd.Xiaosheng's singing voice is clear and upright, yet gentle and delicate, with softness in the toughness, it is indeed many times better than Zhai Nan's.

After hearing a few words, Zhai Nan couldn't help but say, "Buff!"

[Yes, I am Jiageng! 】

(End of this chapter)