Ai Xiaoke admired Wang Xiaochun very much, but Xia Xue had a very strong resistance. She looked at Wang Xiaochun angrily, raised her pink lips slightly and said: "Xiaochun, I really don't believe it, you can act?"
This '10,000 Years' video is just a coincidence, and it's still not convincing."
"Traitor." Wang Xiaochun rolled his eyes: "Xia Xue, you're not asking me to film, why are you so nervous?"
"No." Ai Xiaoke shook his head and said, "I have great confidence in Wang Xiaochun."
However, Xia Xue still said provocatively: "Well, Sister Xiaoke actually said that you can do it. Why don't you prove your acting skills and show us your skills now?"
As a grown man, Wang Xiaochun naturally didn't want a little girl to look down on him, and he also wanted to test whether he could use his super memory to his own advantage.
Wang Xiaochun thought for a moment and finally nodded.
"I'll just show you a clip."
Ai Xiaoke is looking forward to it very much: "Wang Xiaochun, you must give a wonderful performance."
"certainly."
Wang Xiaochun was very confident. He looked at Ai Xiaoke and said, "Do you have any porcelain cups, wooden buckets, chopsticks or anything like that?"
Although he didn't know what Wang Xiaochun wanted to do, Ai Xiaoke nodded quickly. Wang Xiaochun then asked for a few porcelain cups, a few wooden buckets, and two chopsticks.
After a while, Ai Xiaoke brought these things.
Wang Xiaochun placed these things in a suitable position and tapped the porcelain cup with chopsticks a few times. After thinking about it, he asked for two more sticks. Since there was no gong, he replaced them with copper ones.
"I am Tang Bohu, I am Tang Bohu, I am Tang Bohu..."
Wang Xiaochun recited silently in his mind, and after reviewing the lines and scenes with his super memory, he first squatted on the ground, took a chopstick in his left hand and tapped a porcelain cup, and made a clear sound:
"Ding..ding.ding..ding..."
After the tapping sound formed a rhythm, Wang Xiaochun began to recite the lines: "The villain lives on the edge of the city of Suzhou. He has a house and fields at home, and his life is full of joy~"
His expression showed a kind of sadness and nostalgia, and the rhythm of tapping the porcelain cup with chopsticks gradually accelerated:
"Ding. Ding. Ding..."
After reading the first sentence, Wang Xiaochun's expression suddenly turned sad, and his tone became excited: "Who knew that Tang Bohu was so arrogant and unreasonable, and colluded with the government to occupy my big house and seize my land."
His eyebrows began to twitch, and his tone became louder: "My grandfather fell out with him, but he beat him down with a stick."
By this time, Wang Xiaochun had completely entered the state. The porcelain cups he was tapping on had suddenly become two. He held a chopstick in each hand and tapped at a more coherent rhythm. His tone became more intense: "My grandma scolded me."
He deceived good people, but he was captured and sent to the Tang Mansion..."
When he read this sentence, he raised his right hand, stretched out an index finger, and howled miserably: "Rape a hundred times~a hundred times!"
At this moment, he was tapping the porcelain cup with his chopsticks very quickly:
"Ding, ding ding, ding, ding ding..."
The speed of his speech also continued to increase, and his tone was even more choked, like roaring, but the pitch was very high: "In the end, he hanged himself from a beam and hated the world. He also expelled my father and son from their home and lived in exile.
Go to the river."
At this time, Wang Xiaochun was already sitting on the ground, his head tilted to one side, rising and falling with a unique rhythm, and the tone in his mouth also formed an ups and downs of wavy lines: "In order to support my father, I have to beg alone.
In front of the temple."
His expression also became exaggerated. His hands tapped the porcelain cup quickly and accurately, and his mouth seemed to be equipped with a repeater: "Who knew that Tang Bohu was so insidious. Knowing this situation, he actually sent someone to plot against him.
, beat my father and son wildly in front of the city."
Xia Xue on the side was already listening, her cute pink lips were slightly open, her eyes were staring at Wang Xiaochun with clear eyes, and her little head was moving back and forth uncontrollably to the rhythm.
"The villain has a strong body, but his life is still alive. Poor old man, his soul has passed away——"
At this time, Wang Xiaochun's whole body was already in motion, his expressions were extremely rich, and he had entered a very magical state, with his thinking and body in perfect harmony.
In fact, this is a classic line in "Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance". When Mrs. Hua wanted to pull down Tang Bohu and kill him, Tang Bohu pretended to be his enemy, and then staged a farce of "self-attacking and self-inflicted".
The difficulty of this line is still very high, but Wang Xiaochun's memory is so strong that he mastered all the details in the movie, so he was able to read it word for word and control his movements as much as possible.
Same as in the movie.
Wang Xiaochun's expression was full of indignation, and his hands moved at an alarming speed. The number of porcelain cups he was tapping had been replaced by three. The two chopsticks formed a spiral movement between the three porcelain cups, and the tapping melody
Like a strong wind and huge waves, the tone in his mouth also revealed a sonorous sound: "This hatred is even harder to fill. In order to bury my father, I had to sell myself into a slave and make myself humble. While working hard to make money, I read books at the same time. I vowed to show my fame.
, the will to kill the enemy with one's hand is strong."
And Xia Xue had already fallen into that melody, as if she was in a stormy sea, ups and downs, unable to control herself...
"From now on, Tang Yin's collection of poems will be with me. I will bear in mind that this hatred is irreconcilable!"
The last line seemed to be howled out. The two chopsticks in Wang Xiaochun's hand flew out the moment he finished tapping. He rolled on the ground, holding two wooden sticks in his hand, beating with a wild rhythm.
Wang Xiaochun, who had a little knowledge of musical instruments, actually produced a very rhythmic percussion sonata. This was something he had never been able to grasp, but he actually performed it at this moment.
"Dong dong dong dong dong..."
The beating rhythm reached its limit, and Wang Xiaochun was also in a state of madness. His face turned red and his eyes were bright. At the last moment, he held the middle position of the two wooden sticks and struck fiercely.
The pestle hit the center of the barrel, and there was a sudden "bang" sound. Wang Xiaochun felt the tiger's mouth was shaking and numb.
The performance ends here.
Wang Xiaochun also woke up, grinning and waving his hands, thinking to himself: "In the performance just now, I put myself into the role of Master Xing in the movie. I imitated it wholeheartedly, so it should be relatively successful."