Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

In this bustling city, there are always endless new things to talk about every day. It seems that no matter what kind of news, the people are used to it, but today, there is something particularly new - someone is singing a stage drama with Jing'an Society, Yiba, Washi!

Just opposite the most famous tranch under Jing'anshe, it was originally a small restaurant with very ordinary operations, but because Jing'anshe's run was quite ineffective.

A few days ago, after this small restaurant was bought, it surrounded the curtains, with colorful posters painted on them, with stories and songs on them... Each one was vivid and the length was very huge, and the colors were very bright, which attracted a lot of people's attention.

Then there was a scattered sound from the small building. After the curtain was removed... the second-story building with halls and halls had been emptied, and the entire first floor had become a hole without a door, and the whole open to the outside world.

A strange stage was set up in the center of the hall...

...If a modern person sees it, he will immediately think that this is a modern-style stage, which is very different from the ancient stage.

It doesn’t matter what the name of this small restaurant was before. From today on, this restaurant has been renamed "Xianyuntai".

Coincidentally, opposite the Xianyuntai is the pillar water pavilion stage of Jing'an Club in Washi City. Many well-known people are proud to sing and performing in this water pavilion.

This is really about to sing the opposite stage! How can I miss this excitement?

Today happened to be the first day of the opening of Xianyuntai, so before noon was over, many idle citizens gathered in Dawazi to watch the fun.

In ordinary trellis, there are almost all kinds of performances, and among them, speaking, puppets, acrobatics, zajus, movies, etc. are the most famous, with the highest acceptance of the audience.

The "word book" that was widely circulated in the Southern Song Dynasty was itself just the original version of the artistic form of "speaking".

In this era, speaking was mainly divided into four schools: novels, Tieqier, classics, and history books. Among them, novels were divided into smoke powder, monsters, legends, public cases, etc., mostly based on the lives of citizens, with short plots, and one story per episode is convenient for performance.

In addition, history is also very popular. The content of history is mostly about the story of the rise and fall of the previous dynasties. The plot is relatively long and is generally divided into several sections. At the end of each section, there are also "Let's listen to the next chapter to decompose", which is considered the prototype of storytelling.

However, the programs performed on stage are different from various common art forms...

...I saw two people standing on the stage, one tall and thin standing inside the table, and the other short and fat standing outside the table, as if talking in a chat.

"...You don't understand this, right? Call me Daddy, and I'll tell you..." The tall and thin person standing on the stage said to his companion.

"Wait a minute, what did you ask me to call you?" The fat man was stunned and asked pretending to be unknown.

"I asked you to call me daddy." The thin man repeated.

"What? What's the name?" The fat man asked exaggeratedly with his hand on his ear.

"Dad!" the thin man repeated impatiently.

"Oh, son." The fat man brushed his chest with a proud look on his face. The thin man stared at the fat man and couldn't speak like he ate Coptis chinensis.

“Hahahahaha…”

The onlookers burst into laughter, and several people were so happy that they couldn't breathe.

The cheerful laughter spread farther and farther, and naturally attracted the attention of others. So at this time, there were more and more people gathering around the Xianyuntai... And at this time, the design of the Xianyuntai was seen - even if there were many people, they could see the situation inside as long as they stood on the street and raised their feet. Due to the special acoustic design of the stage, even if they stood on the street, they could clearly hear the sound inside.

However, the most important thing is that this form of performance completely breaks the ordinary tramp of collecting tickets around the curtain. No one needs to buy tickets when coming. Just stand at the door with two ears and listen, and no one will care about your money.

"Hey, this is a bit interesting."

Outside the Xianyuntai Gate, a casual man who had just arrived and the people next to him started to talk.

"This is not called speaking, this is called crosstalk." Although the person next to him only came a while ago, he could get in touch with information early, and it was naturally a bit superior to explaining it.

"Oh? Crosstalk? It's interesting... These two people talk, uh, where did they come from? Why haven't you seen them before?" asked the Xianhan.

"There are so many capable people in the world, and you have seen them all?" the man said disdainfully.

"Hey, don't say anything, I've really seen all the famous actors in this city! I've never seen these two."

"Oh, hehe..."

The man laughed twice, and although he didn't believe it, he didn't talk to him anymore.

The idle man had to tactfully take his leave, and ran to the side to quarrel with someone.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get any useful information anymore and had to leave without getting anything.

"Hahaha……"

There was another burst of laughter behind him. The idle man looked back and crawled into the railing opposite the Xianyuntai with a gloomy face.

In the Jing'an Society, a man who thought his face was dark and unruly was walking back and forth anxiously. When he saw the idle man coming back, he quickly asked:

"But you found out?"

"No, those two people seem to pop out of the cracks in the stone!" the Xian Han replied.

"Hmph! Forget it, it's just two people talking. I'll go and invite Mr. Hou out tomorrow! Then..."

Halfway through the words, the black-faced man suddenly stopped and listened.

There were faint sounds of shocking drums on the opposite side, followed by music sounds... Different from the monotony of silk and bamboo, and also from the festiveness of suona, but a... special, music with a sense of historical precipitation sounded!

Although the black-faced president of Jing'an Club has no musical cells, he has been running the stage all year round. He has never seen anyone with abilities in this city? But he has never heard of such music...

The black-faced president's expression changed and he walked out with big strides.

When he rushed out of the Jing'anshe house, he happened to see a young man holding a feather fan slowly walking to the center of the stage of the Xianyuntai and sang:

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward..."

“…The waves wash away all the heroes.”

"The right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

This word?

This song?

The black-faced president had no expression on his face, but he kept listening with his ears on his ears until the young man holding the feather fan sang the two sentences "How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing", and he was slightly dizzy and almost couldn't stand firm.

"A monster, monster... The reputation of this Xianyuntai has become."

As the black-faced president talked to himself, the music on the stage was reduced, and the young man stood behind the table, picked up the gavel and slapped it violently.

"When talking about the general trend of the world, long-term division will lead to unity, and long-term integration will lead to unity."

"On the weekend, the seven kingdoms were divided into disputes and merged into Qin. After Qin's destruction, Chu and Han

The dispute was divided and merged into the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty revolted from Emperor Gaozu's killing of the white snake..."
Chapter completed!