The next day, Jiang Chengwen got up early.

He wore two thin clothes and went downstairs to run in the morning!

Even if it is a holiday, it cannot be left behind. Although the matter has been resolved, the body is its own.

After running around the community for two laps, the sky suddenly became dark.

"It's going to rain..."

If it rains, there is no way to run anymore, so I practiced here and ran to the breakfast shop far away, preparing to eat a few buns before going back.

Behind the breakfast shop is a market, Jiang Chengwen ordered a basket of buns and a bowl of white rice porridge.

After sitting down, I heard the sound of gongs and drums behind me.

"Boss, why are you so noisy behind?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

The boss is not very old, about thirty years old, and replied to Jiang Chengwen: "There are operas in the market later."

Jiang Chengwen recalled this when he heard this.

Singing an opera!

Every year when the Spring Festival is approaching summer, the Sichuan Opera Troupe in southern Chongqing travels all over the southern Yunnan, and every time they go to a place, they set up a stage to sing opera.

This is a government-supported project to promote the traditional culture of Sichuan Opera.

These days every year, there are always many vendors running with the opera troupes, so there is a lively walk.

These were also the days Jiang Chengwen was most looking forward to when he was a child.

After eating the buns, Jiang Chengwen paid and walked towards the market behind.

It was a coincidence that it was drizzling, but fortunately it was not heavy.

"Mutton skewers! Fresh mutton skewers!"

"BBQ..." "Marshmallow..."

Most of these sounds come from the horns. The southern part of the Yunnan Province does not have the same flavor as the imperial capital, but it is still not less lively.

There is also a doll catching machine on the side, where you can play, eat and drink.

In the center, there is a stage built with thick cloth and steel frames, and there are fewer than a few hundred people sitting there.

It will be too early, and most of the people coming are old men and women.

Walking into the theater, there are rows of iron bar seats below. They are very simple, but very sturdy, arranged neatly in rows.

At this time, there were about fifty people coming, most of whom were middle-aged and elderly people, and most of them were playing outside, either in claw machines or in gun games. They didn’t like to listen to operas.

"Bang..."

Jiang Chengwen looked up at the stage and the light suddenly lit up.

The words on the screen lit up on the LED screen beside it.

——"The Story of Willows"

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Jiang Chengwen's eyes lit up. This was a play he liked to listen to.

Although "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" is a Peking Opera, its predecessor was "The Story of Willows" in Sichuan Opera, which was originally passed down from Sichuan Opera.

Actually, it’s funny. Most of the reason why I like this drama is because it is a drama that praises love. Most of the people of my era like operas are from love.

For example, the Sichuan opera "The Story of Willows" that is about to be sung in front of you, and the Peking opera "Farewell My Concubine" and so on...

Jiang Chengwen did not get together with the old men and the old men, and found a remote seat and sat down.

The sound of the trumpet and the erhu came from the stage. With the blessing of the recorder, the actor in the costume walked up to the stage from behind.

The familiar tone and opera sound came to Jiang Chengwen's ears.

He listened to the sound of the opera and hummed together: "...Brothers went to Yangguan together and said, "Hmm..."

This first show lasted for an hour.

Jiang Chengwen also sat under this stage for an hour. During this period, people walked into the theater one after another.

When there is no seat behind, just stand and listen.

It was a hazy drizzle outside, and Jiang Chengwen closed his eyes and hummed the tone of Sichuan opera.

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Jiang Chengwen was stunned for a moment, "This is OK?"

He shook his head and smiled, didn't care, and continued to listen to the opera.

But he stretched out his hand, imitated Liang Shanbo's movements and expressions, and hummed the tune in his mouth.

Learn well.

At the end of the opera, Zhu Yingtai on the stage suddenly changed his eyes and looked at Jiang Chengwen sitting in the corner.

The four eyes are opposite.

"Hmm?" Jiang Chengwen couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhu Yingtai on the stage was also stunned, but he would soon withdraw his gaze.

"Dang thump..."

The sound of gongs sounded, and when it came to the end, everyone in the audience applauded and praised.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai saluted and saw the scene slamming.

"What did she see me?"

Jiang Chengwen was wondering why Zhu Yingtai, who was on the stage just now, saw him.

He shook his head, thinking maybe he was thinking too much.

After watching it almost finished, Jiang Chengwen got up and left the theater. When he passed by the breakfast shop, he brought a breakfast to Jiang's mother, and then rushed home.

It was hazy in the drizzle, and Jiang Chengwen slowly rushed home with buns and soy milk.

...

Backstage of the studio.

Liu Jiang, who played Liang Shanbo, took off his headdress, looked at Lin Qian, who played Zhu Yingtai beside him, and asked, "Sister, were you so tragic just now?"

Liu Jiang is a native of southern Yu, and is in his thirties. He speaks in southern Yu.

"Ah?" Lin Qian was stunned for a moment and said, "Is there any?"

"I've seen it."

Liu Jiang asked, "But it's okay, it's your first time on stage. There's something wrong with it. I won't be sure next time."

Lin Qian shook her head and said, "Senior brother, there was someone in the audience just now..."

Liu Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What a clue?"

"He...he..."

Lin Qian pursed her lips and said, "The eyebrows and eyes and expressions look like Liang Shanbo in the play."

Liu Jiang was stunned and laughed, "How can you look like it or not? Sister, you think too much."

“It’s really similar!”

Lin Qian recalled the person in the audience before. When she raised her hand, she was full of anger and raised her eyes and eyebrows, as if the real Liang Shanbo was right in front of her.

Liu Jiang waved his hand and then went to take off his makeup.

Lin Qian pursed her lips, and knew that her senior brother didn't take it seriously, so he went to find the teacher.

Her teacher is Cao Yuying, the vice president of Shuzhongchuan Theater, and the initiator of the opera troupe. She came to learn from it and accidentally got a chance to sing a play by Zhu Yingtai.

"teacher!"

Lin Qian ran to Dean Cao in a hurry.

President Cao put down the playbook in his hand and asked, "Why are you so anxious that you can come without putting your makeup on?"

Lin Qian said, "I just saw someone!"

"Well, then what."

"Like, like Liang Shanbo!"

Dean Cao was stunned when he heard this.

Senior brother Liu Jiang couldn't understand Lin Qian's meaning, but Dean Cao was different.

She has been studying opera for many years. Although she has to spend a lot of oil paintings on rap operas and distinguishes a person's skills from the tone, sometimes her eyebrows and expression are more important.

"Where are you talking about?" asked Dean Cao.

Lin Qian said: "Eyes!"

President Cao was stunned again, stood up and looked outside and said, "Sign it to me."

Lin Qian looked up and looked for the figure of the person just now.
Chapter completed!