Tong Qinglin, a contemporary opera master, is over eighty years old.

Luo Mo is his close disciple, and some of Luo Mo's senior brothers and sisters are older than his father.

Mr. Tong has been focusing on one thing all these years.

That is to promote opera culture.

He witnessed the brilliance of opera and also witnessed its decline.

The reason why Luo Mo agreed to the program team's invitation and became a staff member was because he might have the opportunity to promote the opera.

At this moment, Ning Dan looked at Luo Mo and said, "I contacted Mr. Tong because I thought you could have a video call with him tonight."

Hearing this, Luo Mo understood Ning Dan's intention.

This is giving gold to "Creating Idols".

Artists of the older generation have extraordinary status.

In this world, there is a high level of respect for artists of the older generation.

If Tong Qinglin is willing to appear on the show, the style of this video call will immediately change!

At the same time, the identity of Luo Mo's famous disciple will also be exposed.

For such an old artist, even one of Ningdan's level would not dare to be careless.

Therefore, she had to contact Tong Qinglin first and ask for his opinion. If he didn't want to show up, the program team wouldn't even dare to ask Luo Mo to play a video and try it out.

In fact, if Luo Mo played a temporary video at the recording site, the old man would probably pick it up.

"What did Master say?" Luo Mo asked.

"Mr. Tong agreed." Ning Dan said.

"Agreed?" Luo Mo was surprised.

Ning Dan pursed his plump lips and said, "My original plan was that if Mr. Tong refuses, then show him your opera singing at the end of "Big Fish", and maybe he will change his mind."

"But I didn't expect that he agreed readily." Ning Dan said.

She looked at Luo Mo who was a little distracted and said, "It can be seen that Mr. Tong has high expectations for you."

Luo Mo listened and was speechless for a long time.

His memory began to tumble, and he returned to that rainy night.

Luo Mo's father, named Luo Shan, had a small opera troupe in the early years. He made money by singing opera in the village and city.

Many young people may still have the impression that there were quite a lot of performances by such troupes when they were young, but now they are harder to see.

At that time, you could still make some money, but it became increasingly difficult to do so. Luo Shan changed his profession and opened a small restaurant, and the business was not bad.

When Luo Mo was young, he learned singing from his father.

He has good talent, at least much better than his father.

When he was young, he often heard his father mention a name - Tong Qinglin.

It seems that what dad is most proud of in his life is being accepted as a named disciple by this famous opera master.

During the summer vacation when Luo Mo was seven years old, his father took him as a temporary worker and sang on stage.

Halfway through the song, it started raining heavily.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and all the young and old people watching the theater dispersed.

There were only a thin old man and a middle-aged man standing on the floor opposite the stage, looking at the stage through the wind and rain.

Tong Qinglin came here on his own and never said hello to Luo Shan.

There was no one in the audience, and Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, kept singing on the stage with his immature drama.

There is no slacking off and no coping at all.

When he stepped down, he met a thin old man.

His father stood behind the old man, respectful, with endless nervousness on his face.

The thin old man looked at Luo Mo and asked: "It rained so heavily just now, and there was no audience in the audience. The partners in the troupe are all working hard. Why do you, a child, insist on finishing the song seriously?"

Luo Mo, who was only seven years old, didn't understand it very well. He just replied: "I like it."

Just like Jiang Ningxi's understanding of Luo Mo, this person seems to be born for the stage, and he loves the feeling of being on the stage.

After saying this, the old man nodded slightly, but said nothing more.

The little kid Luo Mo looked at the old man and added a few words.

It was these few words that won him the old man's favor.

"And...and I know the rules! I know the rules!" Luo Mo raised his head with a proud look on his face.

"Oh? What's the rule?" Tong Qinglin asked knowingly.

Luo Mo raised his head and looked at him, his tone was childish but resounding:

"Our ancestors had rules. When a singer opens his voice, he must finish singing, regardless of whether anyone is listening or not!"

The play has begun, and all directions are listening. One side is human, three directions are ghosts, and four directions are gods.

Once you open your voice, you must finish singing, regardless of whether there is anyone in the audience. Just because ordinary people don't listen doesn't mean that old friends don't listen.

Just because the audience doesn't listen doesn't mean the gods don't listen.

That's the rule.

The rules left by our ancestors.

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The idea of ​​performing in all directions is indeed mixed with some superstition.

But the core of it is actually about professional ethics and professional quality.

This is what his father taught him, and he took it to heart.

Because his father said that grandma loves to watch plays, little Luo Mo thought that if he went on stage, grandma in heaven would definitely watch and listen.

After several days of contact, Tong Qinglin, who had no intention of taking on a disciple, made an exception and accepted Luo Mo as a disciple.

According to Mr. Tong, today's society is more impetuous than before.

Let alone adults, even babies find it difficult to calm down and do things.

TV series, cartoons, games….

Which one is not more interesting than singing?

What's more, opera has long since declined.

If once upon a time, a generation of famous opera masters made an exception and accepted apprentices, that would be such an exciting thing.

However, just before Tong Qinglin was about to accept Luo Mo as his disciple, he didn't care whether the little kid could understand or not, and told him earnestly and sincerely, and also told Luo Mo's father, Luo Shan, to think carefully.

These days, even his disciples may not be able to get ahead.

"If you worship me as your teacher, I will definitely teach you well and have strict requirements."

"You will spend a lot of effort, energy and time on opera."

"But, you may not be able to get ahead."

It is a bit bitter to say such words from a well-known man.

Mr. Tong is quite open-minded. These days, even if you study hard and study hard, you may not be able to get ahead and live a good life in the end. Let alone study the declining opera since childhood.

He understands why no one is learning to sing now, and he also understands why this is the case.

The older generation of artists, or the older generation of craftsmen, all know that times have changed.

But it’s somewhat helpless.

Tong Qinglin is at least a person of status, but what is the situation of many ordinary old people?

In the past, others asked for apprenticeships, but now they are afraid of delaying others.

The final result was that Luo Mo became a disciple of Tong Qinglin.

At this moment, Luo Mo and Director Ning Dan chatted for a few more words and then left the conference room.

On the way back, he was still a little absent-minded.

You must know that he is the fusion of two souls, not a body-snatching that often appears in fairy tales and fantasy novels.

His respect for his master could not be greater.

Even Luo Mo on earth has respect for these old artists.

While walking, Luo Mo walked to a window and looked out the window.

He remembered clearly that two years ago, it was the old man's eightieth birthday.

Luo Mo and his senior brothers and sisters went to celebrate the old man's birthday.

The old man, who almost never drank alcohol on weekdays, had a rare drink.

Luo Mo still remembers what the old man said after he got drunk.

He looked around at Luo Mo's elder brothers and sisters, and said: "You, all of you have been on the last bus of the prosperous era of opera, you have all been [actors], and you have at least made your fortune through opera.

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"Years of hard work have paid off."

"That era was so beautiful."

"What a scenery."

"There is only Xiao Luo, there is only Xiao Luo, alas." The old man sighed deeply.

The so-called "Jiaoer" means a star in the industry, a big star in the industry.

Mr. Tong took advantage of the drunkenness and looked at Luo Mo's senior brothers and sisters and said: "If there is any opportunity in the future, I will give priority to Xiao Luo. Those of you who are senior brothers and sisters, please don't be jealous or angry."

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere was harmonious, indicating that Master was looking down on everyone.

Luo Mo was still a seven-year-old baby when he entered the profession. Everyone watched him grow up, and it was too late to feel pain.

Tong Qinglin called Luo Mo to his side, patted his shoulder gently, and said with drunken eyes:

"Master wants you to stand on the big stage and sing."
Chapter completed!