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Chapter 304
"Brother, are you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous."

It will be staged at the Sydney Opera House tomorrow. This is not the first time Peking Opera has gone abroad, but it is the first time for the Tan family Peking Opera.

Whether it is to rectify the name of the Tan family or to promote Peking Opera, this is a very meaningful step.

This is especially true for Tan Shan.

He is now in a very restless mood. The Peking Opera troupe headed by the Tan family is replacing a music troupe that is absent for some reason, so the promotion time is not long.

Even so, 2679 tickets for the Sydney Opera House's largest performance hall were sold out.

This point comforted Tan Shan at first, but after thinking about it, my group of people came from China, and there are many Chinese in Australia, so those who bought the tickets were probably buying them to support their fellow villagers!

Walking back and forth in the room non-stop, Tan Shan couldn't help being jealous when he saw the calm face of the younger brother.

"Junior brother, are you not worried at all?" He didn't sit down, he just stood up and asked.

Gan Jing didn't even raise his head: "It's definitely a lie if it's not at all. However, you shouldn't be as nervous as you lost your soul, right? Brother, your state makes me doubt the effect of tomorrow's performance."

Tomorrow, Sydney Opera House, the first performance, "Farewell My Concubine".

Gan Jing plays Yu Ji, and Tan Shan plays Xiang Yu.

Here, "Farewell My Concubine" is not put behind the finale just to get off to a good start and get a lot of applause, but Tan Shan has concerns and worries about gains and losses.

Seeing that the senior brother really couldn't calm down, Gan Jing finally felt that he had to persuade him.

He raised his head and stared into Tan Shan's eyes, and said seriously: "Brother, there is a secret to the reason why I am so calm, and I don't tell ordinary people to him. I met a Taoist priest when I was young, and he taught me a few exercises, which are very effective. .You read after me."

Tan Shan's eyes widened, his expression a little confused.

Taoist priest?Gongfa?
Gan Jing got up and moved a chair across from him, and asked his brother to sit on it and face him.

"If the heart is clear, the sky will not be shocked."

"If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be surprised when the sky falls." Tan Shan really followed suit.

Gan Jing remained serious, and continued with the second sentence: "Everything is changing, but the spirit is happy and calm."

"Wan Bian... Fuck you!" Tan Shan came to his senses, "Isn't this Bing Xin Jue! I can do it too! What a f*cking Taoist!"

Gan Jing couldn't hold back his seriousness, and said in surprise, "Huh? Senior brother also watched "Feng Yun". Well, I underestimated you."

"Fuck, don't make trouble with me!" Tan Shan couldn't sit still, stood up again, took a few deep breaths, and said a little pessimistically, "What if the performance fails? Master can't get up from the ground and kill me. Take it away!"

Gan Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, hey, this guy, I really have too many things on my mind, unlike before I came here I was worried, but after I got here, I'm at peace—well, it's broken.

He got up and stood next to the elder brother, looking out the window at the night scene of Sydney in February, which belongs to summer, and exhaled softly.

"Don't worry, it's me."

Tan Shan's heart suddenly calmed down.

Even if this performance is not successful, Master will be comforted to see the brothers and sisters working together in the Spirit of Heaven.

Come on, Peking Opera.

Come on, Sydney.

……

Sydney Opera House, on February [-]th, the concert hall with the largest capacity, the Huaxia Peking Opera Troupe premiered.

As the most iconic building in this city and even in this country, the Sydney Opera House was named a world cultural heritage in 07. Its shell-shaped roof appears on the textbooks of various countries and is well-known.

At the same time, it is also a world-renowned performing arts center, where countless entertainers and stars wish to appear on stage.

Huaxia once had two artists who appeared on stage at the Sydney Opera House and had individual performances. One was Song Zuying in 02 and the other was Li Yugang in 09.

However, there are independent performance halls in the Sydney Opera House, and the largest concert hall, which can accommodate 2679 spectators, is open to Chinese for the first time.

This is the power of art, the charm of culture, and...money becomes a powerful stepping stone.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the concert hall of the Sydney Opera House was packed.

Tan Shan had asked someone to watch it long ago, and the news he got was that the ratio of yellow skin to other skin was about half and half, which meant that there were about [-] foreigners who would watch the Peking Opera performance on the spot.

Tan Shan's originally calm heart was turbulent again, but Yu Ji, who had already put on her makeup, walked quietly by.

"In what year will I return to my hometown, and my soldiers will be destroyed by the sun and the moon."

This sentence made Tan Shan feel sure, knowing that his junior brother had entered the play and entered the state.

There were still 10 minutes before the performance, he sat on the chair, looked at the Overlord in the mirror, and gradually adjusted himself.

On stage, music, appearance.

At the end of the Qin Dynasty, Chu and Han were fighting, Gaixia, and the overlord was trapped.

Embarrassed from all sides, the singing is endless, and Yuji drinks wine and dances swords.

Dressed in a fish-scale armor and a Ruyi crown on her head, Concubine Yu took the stage with eight maids.

This Peking Opera performance has no prologue, no host, only the most authentic Peking Opera, and the first sound of the Peking Opera Troupe on the stage is Yu Ji's libretto.

——"Since I have been fighting with the king in the east and west, I have been subjected to wind, frost and toil, year after year. I hate the innocent Qin for ruining the lives of the people, which only caused the people to suffer."

The singing is mellow and fluent, the timbre is pure and full, and the way is calm and reserved.

With just this one sentence, Tan Shan, who had not yet appeared on the stage, applauded secretly, and became more determined in his heart-the younger brother is in surprisingly good condition today, Mei Pai Mei Pai, but that's all.

(Your Majesty returns to camp!)
- Overlord on stage.

——"Several generals in the Han camp were picked up with guns. How can Zong Yingyong beware of being buried on all sides? The general ordered Hugh to send troops and return to the camp." Xiang Yu libretto.

Tan Shan was all nervous, but when he sang this line, he suddenly felt that he was not good enough for his younger brother's skills... It was okay when he was listening in the background just now, but now he happened to catch a glimpse of his younger brother when he was on the stage, and it was like Yu Ji standing on the stage.

No time to think about it, the Beijing opera continued, each of the two said something, or sang or sang, and the audience was completely silent.

Tan Shan didn't know what this meant, he only knew that he had put his whole heart and soul into the performance—the invisible pressure on his younger brother was getting bigger and bigger, forcing him to only use 120 points of attention to barely keep up with the state .

Drink, earn money.

Doze off outside, wake up at two o'clock.

Concubine Yu listens carefully to the gossip of the soldiers.

Anxiety arose in my heart, and I returned to the Bawang of Accounts.

Generous elegy pours wine, sings and dances to relieve worries and dark farewells.

On the stage, Concubine Yu retreated for a while, and then came to the stage again holding a pair of mandarin duck swords, performing a sword dance, intoxicating in neon clothes.

——"Persuade the king to drink wine and listen to the song of Yu, to relieve the king's worries and dance with the mother-in-law. Win Qin Wudao and break the country, and the heroes will fight in all directions. Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't deceive me, success or failure is a moment, drink with peace of mind and sit in a precious tent."

Word by word, step by step, dance, bright eyes are moving, and the two swords are cold.

At this moment, the audience who were originally very quiet finally couldn't help applauding.

At the beginning, there were only a few sporadic sounds, and then it spread like an infection, and the audience was full of applause and applause.

The Peking Opera hadn't ended yet, but the audience in the audience was too loud, which interrupted the performance on stage for a while.

Gan Jing let out a breath, a little off the show, but then forced himself into the state.

But, he already knew it in his heart.

This time, it's done.

　Thank you Immortal Miaomiao for your reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)