When a man becomes charming

Author: Eat wine instead of vegetables

When a man becomes charming

A few casual words of self-deprecation allowed Wang Xu to quickly get closer to the guests in the audience, and the atmosphere became very intimate.

"Are you pretty?" Wang Fei happily took Wang Xu's hand and asked everyone.

"Beautiful boy, haha", the atmosphere was very lively, they were all acquaintances, so we still had to give them some face, not to mention that Wang Xu was a really handsome boy.

"He bragged to me that he had studied opera with Boss Mei, but I never believed it. So, I asked him to sing for me. So I arranged it here for everyone to be witnesses and listen to him with me.

How was your singing, okay?" Wang Fei turned into a talkative host today, explaining the cause and effect very clearly.

"Okay——", everyone shouted together.

After the explanation, Wang Fei turned around, hugged Wang Xu, and kissed him on the face before jumping off the stage.

Wang Xu stood on the stage, standing out from the crowd. His height allowed him to look around the audience unscrupulously. Wang Xu didn't recognize most of them, but he also saw a few acquaintances. They were not acquaintances, but acquaintances who had seen photos in previous lives.

Today's guests are all dressed very conservatively. Most of the men are dressed in shirts and trousers, and most of the women are dressed in simple dresses or long skirts or cheongsams. It is obvious that everyone is prepared for the atmosphere of drinking tea here.

But it's not time to go down and meet people yet. Wang Xu will perform first, and then get off the stage to interact with the guests.

Wang Xu is wearing a robe with water sleeves today. This is not a Peking Opera costume in the traditional sense. Because today is an excerpt, the characters have different clothes. You can't change your clothes every time you sing an excerpt.

Therefore, Wang Xu simply wore an improved version of a long gown that was neither male nor female, and looked more like a man than a woman. The dress had a long skirt and fluttering sleeves, like a woman's skirt. However, it looked very solemn, and the color was elegant and noble.

After you put it on, if you look closely, it looks a bit like a handsome young man.

In fact, this thing is not uncommon in later generations. It often appears in many fairy tales. Wang Xu just made some improvements to make it more convenient to wear. Mainly because the clothes are fluttering like this, and it is easier to express some actions in Peking Opera, making people uncomfortable.

After seeing it, I felt it was too much.

Wang Xu watched Wang Fei jump off the small stage with a smile, waited for her to sit down, gently raised her hands, and then pressed her hands down to signal everyone to be quiet.

This was the cue that the play was about to begin. Then, Wang Xu turned around and turned his back to the audience. He lowered his head slightly and raised his hand to slightly cover his face. His body was slightly arched, his legs were slightly bent and he stood still, showing off his style.

In the audience, some knowledgeable people have begun to nod slightly. This is obviously not a stick. Even if it is a joke, it is still an expert's joke.

"Hey...ah...", a shout, like the first call of an oriole, startled the whole hall.

"Okay", as soon as the applause came out, Wang Xu knew that there were people in the audience who knew opera, and those who dared to applaud at this time were all experts.

Because ordinary people, when hearing this call at first glance, will involuntarily inhale along with the crisp and bright sound of the word "咿". And as soon as the slightly hoarse and infinitely soft word "ah" comes out, they can't help but exhale.

Then there was a numbness in the scalp, and the feeling of joy that stood on end swept through the whole body. Normal people would be immersed in this feeling for a while. As the saying goes, it feels good for a while, and then they will remove the emotion and return to normal.

At this time, you can't scream well no matter what. Only those who often listen to operas and are used to the "yiya" voice can react quickly and shout out involuntarily.

At that time, Mr. Mei relied on this voice to calm the foreigners in the audience who did not understand Peking Opera at all, and made them confused from the beginning to the end. The show was held in San Francisco for three consecutive days, and the theater was full, and even

It prompted reporters from major newspapers to rush to report on it.

Wang Xu's voice was no less impressive. Everyone in the audience looked at the stage with their mouths agape, and some people couldn't help but touch their arms to smooth down the erected hairs.

Even Wang Fei, who was somewhat mentally prepared, got excited for no reason at the sound of this voice. The feeling of hair on the body exploding was really more refreshing than drinking a bottle of iced drink.

The huqin played and the clapper sounded. Wang Xu's body slowly turned, turning his body without turning his legs. His body seemed to be twisted into a twist. His hand made an orchid shape, lightly touching his cheek, and the other hand waved lightly as he turned.

Her arms are like green onions and her body is boneless. As her body twists, a delicate and charming posture escapes. The slightly closed eyes suddenly open, close and open again, and the black eyes lightly glance at the audience and then leave.

Flow, tender and affectionate.

At this moment, the audience in the audience was in a trance. There was still a tall man on the stage, but he was clearly a charming and beautiful lady, elegant and graceful.

Beautiful, so beautiful that it cannot be compared with anything else, so beautiful that it can overwhelm a country or a city.

"Okay, wow, wow, wow, wow," before the sound was heard, the lucky numbers were already ringing, and there was thunderous applause.

"The ice wheel of the island is first turning..."

After winning the lottery, there were no worries anymore. Wang Xu's subsequent performances were like mercury falling to the ground, like flowers blooming on brocade.

Although there was no makeup, it still brought an incomparable audio-visual feast to the guests, which made the guests satisfied and the theater fans were hooked.

There was no small talk or self-introduction. Just a few excerpts made all the guests present remember this young man who was new to Hong Kong and Wang Fei's boyfriend.

The performance was not long, only about half an hour. After all, it was just a few excerpts. However, his way of performing freely between men and women, and the old and young ladies as they pleased, still opened the eyes of the guests and said that the trip was worthwhile.

After the performance, Wang Xu faced the audience and bowed to thank him, then turned around and bowed to the Yue team to thank him. From beginning to end, Wang Xu did not say a word.

All the guests stood up and gave warm applause. They were all acquaintances. No one called for an encore, but the atmosphere was obviously much more lively than at the beginning.

With a smile on her face, Wang Fei jumped onto the stage, threw herself into Wang Xu's arms without restraint, and kissed Wang Xu hard.

Too shameless, this is what Wang Fei thinks. This boyfriend is simply a treasure, the kind that can bring countless surprises whenever you dig it.

Other celebrities tend to hide their love affairs, but Wang Fei doesn't do that. She can't wait to announce to the world that she is my man.

Wang Fei didn't originally mean to show off her boyfriend everywhere, but this man really makes people want to show off. What should I do?

After the performance, Wang Xu naturally wanted to come down and get to know the guests.

Wang Fei happily took Wang Xu's hand and introduced the guests to Wang Xu table by table.

Beyond's Huang Jiajun was particularly excited. Apparently he had not recovered from the shock of the performance just now.

He is also a rock and roll youth and has basically no interest in traditional things. Being here today is to give Wang Fei some face. They all still like this junior junior sister very much.

But I didn't expect that I would be shocked by a heart shock that was no less than an earthquake.

For the first time, they truly felt the charm of traditional opera. It was not just the slow, stale, noisy singing in their simple impression. Art can actually transcend eras, provided you really do it well.

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