The four artistic techniques of Peking Opera performance: singing, chanting, acting and fighting, which are also the four basic skills of Peking Opera performance.

Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao are both female actors, but they have also learned and practiced these four skills since childhood.

They have never thought that these four basic skills have other uses.

Jin Jiaojiao is younger and is a younger sister, more playful and more lively, while Tong Huimei is only one year older than Jin Jiaojiao, but she has the appearance of an older sister and is more stable.

But no matter how lively he is, he has been kept closed and controlled since he was a child, and no matter how steady he is, he is still in his prime years.

They relied on and trusted Li Xuewu, but they were also confused and didn't know what kind of person he was.

What they heard and knew before were only superficial things. They were young, but they were no longer thirteen or fourteen years old.

According to what they heard when they followed the master, and what they learned when the master sold his property, this person has nothing to do with these houses.

Also, he always drives a car every time he comes here. There are old-style small jeeps and new-style large jeeps. How can ordinary people drive cars?

Otherwise, if she dared to come out and take a look after hearing the sound of a car entering the yard, the thief would not drive a car to steal the house.

If we already have cars, why bother being a thief~

From being dragged by him to move to Master Ding's old mansion, watching him looking for people to renovate the house, watching him lead people to set up a club, and finally being placed in this courtyard by him, I was dazzled.

Naturally, they are no strangers to this house. There are only a few gentlemen who are close to the master. The brothers and sisters naturally know each other.

It's a feeling to live in the empty house where they used to live, and it's a feeling to live in Master Ding's old big house. But when they move here again, they are already a little numb~

I was stunned by this man's strength~

They were concentrating on studying opera at their master's house, but they were not completely untouched. They also knew the life and prices in these four-nine cities.

This person always brought meat and vegetables, plus rice, flour, grains and oils, and this time it was all kinds of canned food. How could they not know this person's strength?

But the more we get along with him, the more confused I feel, and I look at this person as if he is in a fog.

This has nothing to do with the darkness of the night. It's just what I think in my heart and what I see with my eyes. I can still see his appearance clearly, but he is confused.

This man is also very good-looking. If you only look at one side of his face, he must have been a handsome man before.

Tong Huimei reached out to touch the side of Li Xuewu's face. She wanted to touch the scar on the side of his face. She wanted to try covering the scar with her hand and see what a handsome man Li Xuewu was.

But she was lying down. She was not as tall as Li Xuewu, and her arms were not long enough. She tried her best to reach it, but she couldn't reach it.

Fortunately, Li Xuewu lowered his body, let her stretch out her hand, and touched his face.

Tong Huimei pursed her lips, endured it, and looked carefully, but she was moving, so how could she see clearly.

This appearance made Jin Jiaojiao, who was standing aside, cover her mouth and laugh. However, she was spanked by Li Xuewu and hid aside in shame.

Mr. Mei had a disciple named Yanqiu, who later formed his own sect and was the best among Danjiao.

This gentleman strictly adheres to the rules of music, his singing voice is ups and downs, the rhythm is changeable, and his performance is very detailed and profound.

The masters of Tong Huimei and Tong Huimei were fortunate to be taught by this great master, and they learned the famous drama "A Dream in the Boudoir" of the Process School.

The two of them have studied with their master for a long time, so naturally they have also learned this skill.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the long journey to the south and the inconvenience for bringing children with them, their master would never abandon these disciples and abandon them.

Especially for disciples like these two, rootless duckweeds, who all point to their master in their lives, no matter how they say it.

To put it bluntly, it was all money, and it was all taught by the master who sacrificed his heart. He kept them at home and kept them, not letting them go out, just to separate them from society.

Such apprentices are willing to teach Kung Fu, and those who have been taught can listen to the master and work hard for the master to make money.

It's just that times have changed, and the rules for performing arts are no longer the same as before. When these children were brought in, society was still the same, and performing arts was allowed to be performed in a slap-up manner, but now?

All folk arts have a serious team and a serious work relationship. The earlier master-student relationship is no longer effective.

But in the Peking Opera industry, the early relationship between son and disciple still exists, and there is nothing we can do about it.

Some of the children taken in at the beginning had signed physical deeds, some were in foster care, and many more were orphans. Are they all going to be kicked out?

The street won't let me, and Master feels sorry for me. I have no choice but to keep it.

Fortunately, their master had some connections and became a successful opera teacher, so disciples like them had a way out.

However, the good times did not last long, and the situation suddenly changed. Master and his family ran away, taking only the men and children with them, and the rest were scattered.

When I think about my past and all the joys and sorrows in life, I can't help but be deeply moved.

"Being entangled suddenly reminded me of the scene when I was married. I had a few moments of tenderness back then."

"I will not avoid arranging quilts and embroidered pillows. I won't let him spend a moment of his precious spring night."

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The Cheng School's famous play "A Dream of a Boudoir" originally had a traditional male role, that is, it was performed by a man, but it was sung by Tsing Yi, but it was low-key, tactful, and full of resentment.

This piece of music really sings the spirit of "the soul of a lonely country, chasing my thoughts on my journey. Unless I stay there every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower. When the wine enters the heart of sorrow, it turns into tears of lovesickness".

Even people like Li Xuewu who don't understand Peking Opera were impressed by Tong Huimei's voices.

The soft intestines turn around without hesitation,

Turn the snow into spring and tell you.

A pretty lady with bright eyes and blue silk stockings,

In the dream, I didn't realize that the night was already deep.

Li Xuewu left at around five o'clock in the morning. It was late at night and he was too lazy to move. When they got up in the morning, the two of them were still asleep.

However, Tong Huimei also woke up when Li Xuewu got up. When she saw him getting out of bed, she got up too.

I fetched face wash and helped Li Xuewu tidy up his clothes. He was in a hurry, but with a smile on his face.

Tong Huimei wanted to help Li Xuewu prepare breakfast, but he refused. She joked that she had a hard night and would go back to rest, which made the beautiful lady feel embarrassed.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was not clear last night. After a night of in-depth communication and communication, Tong Huimei seemed to see this person more clearly through the fog.

When sending Li Xuewu out, Tong Huimei was a little reluctant to leave. He never said when he would come or when he would come again.

He seemed far away and very close at the same time. His sudden appearance and departure made her forget the distance of time and space, and her thoughts became blurred.

Watching the car drive away, Tong Huimei glanced at the street corner again with nostalgia, then closed the door, pursed her lips, and walked back.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Jin Jiaojiao sitting by the bed, yawning, looking like she was too tired to wake up.

"He left? Why didn't you call me?"

"What's more, he sleeps like a pig~"

Tong Huimei said angrily: "He washes faces and drives a car. If you don't even wake up, I can still wake you up~"

"Ah~~~~"

Jin Jiaojiao yawned loudly again. Seeing that Tong Huimei had already said that the man was gone, she leaned back and lay back down to continue sleeping.

I couldn't open my eyes, my mind wasn't clear, and I even murmured: "Don't blame me, it's him, it's his own fault, who told him not to let me sleep..."

"Nonsense~"

Tong Huimei scolded her, and when she was about to say something else, she heard that Jin Jiaojiao had fallen asleep again.

"This person~"

Seeing her legs hanging naked beside the bed, Tong Huimei had no choice but to move her over and let her sleep well.

But Jin Jiaojiao, who had fallen asleep just now, opened her eyes and looked at her and asked: "Sister, what are we doing here?"

"Calculate……"

Tong Huimei said one word, but she couldn't answer it anymore. She stared at Jiaojiao blankly, feeling confused.

Yes, they, what is this?

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Today is Sunday, so Sijiucheng woke up earlier than usual today.

When the command vehicle exited the alley, we saw that the street was already busy with traffic.

The most common vehicles are bicycles. There is only one lane left for cars on the main road, but it is enough.

The buses had already left at this time, and there were very few cars in the workplace, mostly three-wheelers and four-wheeled frogs.

How can I say these two means of transportation? They are similar to the old scooters that were used all over the streets in later generations. They are all the same thing.

The uses are different. They are transportation tools, not vehicles. They cannot carry people, but must be used to pull goods.

Generally, large units use this for canteen purchases or coal stations and transportation stations. It has small horsepower, does not load much, and eats little. It is suitable for running on urban roads.

These two types of vehicles are mostly a helpless manifestation of the current lack of production and car-building capabilities. The scooters for the elderly in future generations should be a modification of the requirements of traffic regulations.

What's wrong if I don't have a driving book?

Can’t you still drive Land Rover (fake) and Big G (fake)?

There are also people who drive Porsches (fake ones)!

It's different from now. There are only a few car models now, and they are all public cars. Private cars are rarely available.

Some cannot afford it, and some have no place to buy gasoline.
To be continued...