He is delusional

Chapter 843 Two Men in Vests

The troupe that Nanyin joined was called "Qingxi Troupe".

When Nan Yin first heard the name, she wondered if she was paying tribute to the once brilliant Sanqing and Sixi classes?
After apprenticeship, she casually asked the head teacher, the head teacher was holding a cup of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea, the old god nodded and said: "Using the current popular saying, it's called rubbing heat."

Nanyin believed it was true.

Until later, I heard from the senior sisters in the troupe that there are two patriarchs in the troupe, from Sanqing Troupe and Sixi Troupe respectively. The troupe jointly founded by the two patriarchs is called "Qingxi Troupe".

It was only then that Nanyin realized that she had been tricked by her freshly baked master.

Sanqing Troupe and Sixi Troupe are listed as the "Four Great Hui Troupes". At that time, the four major Hui troupes came to Beijing to perform for Emperor Gaozong's [-]th birthday. There is such a saying that "Xi Zhuang plays must be 'Hui Ban'".

It is no exaggeration to say that the formation of Peking Opera was also influenced by the four major Anhui troupes.

It's no wonder that the Qingxi class is running very well. It turns out that there is a foundation.

Nanyin was flipping through the old photo albums of Qingxi Class, feeling emotional as she flipped through, and at the end of the flip, she saw a very blurry black and white photo.

The person in the photo is slightly different from the current person. The man has a braided head and a stooped waist. The woman sitting on the soft couch behind is wearing a cheongsam. The jewelry on her head is very luxurious, which shows her identity.

This should be the ancestor of the celebration class.

"This photo is at least 100 years old." The class leader stepped across the threshold. He was a young man with a handsome appearance and a neat and unrestrained movement. "The child in the lower left corner is the patriarch."

Nanyin blinked and looked at the photo carefully: "Is there a person in the lower left corner? I thought it was a shadow."

The class leader sat down on the chair beside her: "That's how the photography technology was at that time, not to mention that the photos have been preserved for 100 years, of course they are blurred. Don't look at the photos, I have an idea to tell you."

"what idea?"

"I want to arrange a show for you. You have such a good foundation. If you don't go on stage, it's too wasteful to sit in the background and sing to us every day." The class leader smiled.

Nan Yin was taken aback for a moment, and quickly refused: "Although I have learned Hui Opera from you for almost a year, I'm not good enough to be on stage, right? If I come on stage now, won't I embarrass you and the Qingxi class?"

The head teacher just came over after training the new apprentices, still holding the ruler in his hand, and tapped Nanyin on the head lightly: "Who told you to sing Hui opera? I asked you to sing Peking opera."

"Singing Peking opera? Does anyone here listen to Peking opera?" Most of the people who still come to the theater to listen to operas are middle-aged and elderly people. After listening to Hui tunes for a lifetime, how can they be willing to pay for "foreign goods"?
"I'm sure there aren't many people who listen to Hui opera, but there will be others. I'll put you on the main axis first, and sing for a few days to see the effect. If it's good, I'll help you out." The class leader changed the direction of the ruler, by Lifting Nanyin's chin from top to bottom, "I have been eating and drinking for nothing at Master's place for so long, it's time to help Master earn some money."

Nanyin paused.

It wasn't because of the head teacher's suggestion, nor because of his actions, but the tone of his speech, the sudden inflection, reminded her of... Gu Jiu.

When Gu Jiu was in college, he lived in Beijing for four or five years. He learned the Beijing accent, and every time he spoke, he would have a childish accent. It has been a year and a half since she left Jincheng, and it was the first time she heard someone speak with a childish accent.

"What's wrong?" The head teacher took back the ruler, "Is it difficult?"

"No," Nanyin closed the album and said flatly, "Then let's sing."

……

So Nanyin signed up in the Qingxi class.

A big poster of her costume was posted at the entrance of the troupe, and warm-ups began.

Gu Jiu was also in Huizhou during this period. He would go to the celebration class every day. He was satisfied to see Nanyin from a distance. When he saw this poster, although the name on the poster was "Shuisu", he recognized her immediately.

He was very happy that she was on stage, not only because he saw her regain his love, but also because he could watch her openly in the audience, and he bought a theater ticket on the spot.

Counting the days until the day of the performance, Gu Jiu went out three hours early. When he walked to the door, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the full-length mirror and realized that if this is not possible, he will be recognized by Nanyin.

He still doesn't dare to appear in front of her openly.

After thinking about it, Gu Jiu turned back, put on the mask and hat again, and decided to sit in the last row after entering.

However, he still didn't know the way.

The so-called big show is the performance after the finale. Generally speaking, movie fans leave after watching the finale, so the big show is also called "seeing off the guests". In Beijing opera, more people went, and in the end there were not many people left, making Gu Jiu stand out.

Gu Jiusheng was afraid that Nanyin would see him, so he could only leave with the others.

Before going out, he turned his head unwillingly, looked more at Nanyin on the stage, and thought that next time he came, he must dress up so that even his mother couldn't recognize him.

And I can't help slandering these theater fans for their lack of taste. Are Nanyin's plays not good?Even if the play is not good, the appearance is always good-looking, right?Isn't it worth their extra half hour?He couldn't even look at his wife a few times.

... Sigh, I haven't seen Nanyin in costume for many years.

Gu Jiu squatted in the hotel, and waited for another week, scratching his head, and finally waited for Nanyin's performance.

He changed his usual style and dressed as a "social person". He wore a leopard print jacket with ripped pants, not only wore a hat and mask, but also added a pair of glasses. No one dared to sit at the same table with him.

This time it went well, he watched the whole show and ordered a flower basket for Nanyin.

At that time, Nanyin left the show, went backstage, saw the class master, and said: "I think I'd better stop singing, if I sing too much, it will ruin your brand."

The head teacher smiled and asked, "How many people are left today?"

"Seven or eight." Nanyin was used to being a popular actress, but she was surprised to be so neglected suddenly.

The host's personality is very calm and unhurried. He is only 40 years old, but he is like an old man in his 70s and [-]s.

"This is no longer a show for seeing off guests, but a show for chasing guests. This show is also included in the ticket price. If things go on like this, there will definitely be fans scolding you." Nanyin took off her head and threw it on the table.

The troupe master smiled and wanted to say something else, and a handyman in the troupe came in with a flower basket: "Master, a fan sent a flower basket to Shuisu."

Nanyin turned around in surprise: "It's for me? Are you mistaken?"

"That's right, it's for Shuisu." The handyman smiled, "We don't have the habit of sending flower baskets here, and I asked twice specifically, it's for you."

Nanyin used to receive seven or eight flower baskets for each show, and she received more than twenty at the peak. , the same as receiving the flower basket for the first time.

The troupe master nuzzled: "Look, there are still people who really like your Peking Opera."

Nanyin hurriedly asked, "Did you leave?"

The handyman said, "Should have already left."

Nan Yin smelled the fragrance of the flowers: "Well~ next time he comes to the theater again, you have to tell me, I have to thank him face to face."

(End of this chapter)