"In singing, reading, and fighting, Yue opera does pay more attention to the actors' singing skills. I think this is very similar to Qingyin..."
As the saying goes, "A layman can watch the excitement, and an expert can watch the door." Such a good show naturally attracted the audience and fans in the Mei Lanfang Grand Theater to cheer. Weng Huaijing, who was hiding in the Guanya Building, was particularly interested in the famous actress Feihua.
The singers also gave high praise: "Boss Wu and the others incorporated rich personal emotions into their respective accents, which greatly increased the appeal of the performance."
"Wu Nong's lingering soft words are very suitable for interpreting the joys and sorrows of Butterfly Lovers. Of course, the accompaniment is also very important. For example, the martial arts accompaniment (Note 1) added to "The Story of Liu Meng" is very abrupt..."
Slightly different from Weng Huaijing’s focus when listening to the music, Yan Qing has been distracted by the soundtrack, and what he said when talking to him was also biased towards the accompaniment: “The soundtrack of this episode (the balcony show) is almost all melodious and lingering.
Road, Yue Opera is indeed unique in its musicality. It uses the rhythm of the drum board as the background, the actors' accents change in an orderly manner with different patterns when singing slowly, the string melody's priorities are also very three-dimensional, etc..."
He did not forget that he still had the task of completing the "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto". After silently typing and studying the score for a long time, Yan Qing secretly lamented that success is also Xiao He, and failure is Xiao He. This Yue opera has been continuously optimized as it advances with the times, and the corresponding accompaniment
The tunes also change frequently, and they are completely different from the previous version in the 1950s and 1960s.
But fortunately, it didn't take much effort. Yan Qing finally used his excellent musical sense to discover a short melody that fit the style of the Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto. With lightning speed, he stood up and reached out to the window, and stretched his left hand back naturally, intending to
He pulled Weng Huaijing beside him, who seemed to be still concentrating on watching the show.
"Block the window, what do you want to do?"
Unexpectedly, Professor Weng reacted very quickly. He ducked slightly, leaned back slightly, and stared at him. He stood tall with his swan neck and looked directly at Yan Qing. Weng Huai's cheeks were flushed with admiration, and his defense was written all over his pretty face.
While looking up and down, Yan Qingyou was surprised by the cuteness and playfulness shown by his sweetheart. He turned his head and explained calmly: "No, Xiaoge, you misunderstood. Did you hear the introduction of Zhonghu just now? Is there a kind of interlude?"
Deja vu…”
"No, but this scene seems familiar. I thought someone was going to fall down again..."
After observing the clear eyes of the man with suspicion, Weng Huai smiled happily and generously handed his right hand to Yan Qing to hold tightly. He stood up and followed him. He glanced at the two rows of musicians at the bottom of the stage through the gap. Professor Weng continued to touch the knife softly.
: "Forget it last time at Yuanyuan's studio. You have to know that you have quite a few criminal records."
Before Yan Qing could complain, Yue Hushou played the passage just now with polyphony. The lead instrument took action, accompanied by banhu and erhu music, making the passage even more interesting.
Delicate and graceful.
…
"～do re la do mi fa mi～"
…
Humming a tune from the bridge section, Weng Huai's eyes sparkled, and he pulled Yan Qing hard, and she gently stood on her tiptoes: "Ah, yes, it's right here. It turns out you did it at the tail tune that day.
Some variations.”
"Yes, the sensitivity of Zhonghu is weak and the tone is too rich. It is difficult to support a faster cadenza alone..."
With their fingers clasped together, Chu Lianqing's heart was filled with excitement. She got an advantage and acted like a good boy: "You just thought I was trying to do something bad."
"Hmph, I want you to take care of it..."
Xiafei's face was filled with arrogance and embarrassment, but he did not pull back the catkins: "Why don't you quickly prick up your ears and continue listening!"
Shao Bai's "Butterfly Lovers" has an unprecedentedly strong lineup of musicians. In addition to traditional instruments such as flute, sheng, xiao, Yuehu, drum board, erhu, guzheng, and dulcimer, it also includes keyboard synthesizers, cellos, double basses, etc.
There were 16 Western-style musical instruments and accompaniment musicians, and the performance was beautiful and exciting. However, due to the large number of innovative arrangements, Yan Qing actually gained very little in composing the music.
On the other hand, the Shanghai Yue Opera Troupe came on the stage next, and gave Yan Qing a surprise with the performance of "Butterfly Lovers·Eighteen Farewells". The performance was still relatively young, with a lineup of pure new actors paired with a decent nine-member accompaniment group.
The style is unexpectedly reminiscent of Shengzhou local opera. Even Weng Huaijing found many similar passages to the final chapter of the formal part of the violin concerto that had already been partially prototyped (Eighteen Farewell) and (Farewell at the Changting Pavilion).
Obviously there are still "Dream of Red Mansions: Back in the Day" and several Huangmei operas on the follow-up program, but Weng Huaijing kept the secret in the trunk of the car in mind, so she suggested that the two of them leave first because of the crowded crowd when the show ended.
Of course Yan Qing had the same idea and had no objection.
They quietly came together hand in hand, and then led back the same way. At this time, the imperial capital was brightly lit with tired birds returning to the forest. There were few people and few cars on the streets. Before the air conditioner could be adjusted to the maximum power to completely warm the carriage, Yan Qing
Weng Huaijing has been successfully transported back to the downstairs of No. 1 Courtyard on Wanshou Temple Road.
"Why don't we just stop here? It would be too troublesome to drive in and get out again..."
Slowly putting on her shawl and scarf and carrying her handbag, Weng Huaijing took deep breaths at Yan Qing and was fully aware of Yan Qing's childish behavior of trying to absorb the fragrance of roses from the trunk together with the air conditioner. She pursed her lips to hold back her smile and pretended to unbuckle her seat belt: "
I'll just walk back. I gained a lot today. Let's continue tomorrow afternoon..."
"Don't! I..."
The speed of the car had dropped very low. Unexpectedly, Yan Qing knew what Professor Weng was thinking. He braked lightly and hurriedly grabbed his sweetheart's hand. Their eyes met head-on. His eyes were clear and slightly panicked: "I still have my first wife."
The song was not sung to you..."
"Then why didn't you sing just now..."
Letting her right hand be held, Weng Huaijing lifted up her loose black hair with her left hand, looking at her with gentle yet tough eyes.
"I'm too busy being an air plunderer! Why can't you find a reason? It's not safe to sing while driving..."
However, when the words came to her lips, Yan Qing chose to follow her heart: "I can't bear to part with you. I want to stay with you for a while longer."
"Okay then~"
After hearing what he wanted to hear, Professor Weng withdrew his hand happily, and adjusted his sitting position back to the elegant Duchess's tilted position. She looked at her nose and nose, and her voice sounded like a flying fly as she reminded: "Hey, the cars behind you are going to rush you.
Already."
"I want it!"
Finally, Yan Qing drove into the second underground floor, and parked the car with the front of the car facing inward by the elevator entrance as he had rehearsed, keeping the two of them calm. In fact, their hearts were beating very fast at this moment.
"It's so hot in the car, the air conditioner is turned on too high..."
After scanning the surroundings and seeing no one around, Yan Qing saw the opportunity and quietly pulled the trunk switch. He had completely forgotten all the accompaniment and singing plans he had prepared before. With a drum in his heart, Yan looked at Weng Huaijing and spoke in a hopeful tone.
: "Why don't you get out of the car and take a walk?"
"Well, okay."
Knowing that Yan Qing was thinking about the surprise of sending flowers, Weng Huaijing opened the door and got out of the car very simply. With the help of the cover of the car, he took a deep breath and quickly looked in the mirror at the window glass.
"There is no piano in the trunk, so it shouldn't be singing "la vie on rose" a cappella. It shouldn't be a confession, so what will he say when sending the message? This infinite universe is all illusion to me; you are,
My rose, all my property... Or: in my barren land, you are the last rose..."
From Shakespeare's sonnets to Neruda's twenty love poems and songs of despair, Weng Huaijin walked slowly for a few steps out of the parking space, silently guessing Yan Qing's opening remarks in her heart.
"There is a kind of rose. Its flower language is particularly arrogant. That's why I like it. It looks very much like my beloved girl..."
For the first time, Yan Qing was so nervous that his heart was about to stop when he openly revealed his love. The innate acting muscles that could be controlled and the script skills that he had honed for a long time seemed to have completely disappeared. He used all the resonance channels.
After opening it, I trembled and finished this sentence: "...Weng Huaijing, I hide the rose behind my back, and I will always look forward to meeting you for an appointment..."
"Is this sentence a confession? I..."
Although he was mentally prepared, Yan Qing's gaze was too hot. When the situation came to an end, Weng Huaijing still couldn't bear the shame and glanced at the trunk that was opened high behind him.
The white roses that had been waiting for a long time in the cabin finally appeared in the sky at this moment. They were as bright as the morning sun shining on the first snow, and as soft as the white moonlight in autumn. Each petal and the bunches gathered into a quiet sea of flowers, and the petals blooming in layers were like blooming flowers.
The pure white skirt was still shining with the light of dewdrops at the edges. After being separated from the plastic wrap, the fragrance of the rose ocean, which had been suppressed for a long time, spread out in an instant, adding a touch of sweetness to the holiness.
"I am not arrogant, and the flower language of white roses is not arrogant at all. It is obviously reserved and enthusiastic..."
After taking a few deep breaths and looking at the man in front of the white rose who looked a little uneasy, Weng Huaijing also chose to break up her words. She stated the meaning of the white rose word by word as if she mustered up all the courage for the rest of her life: "
I’m good enough to match you!”
"Actually, I always ask myself, am I good enough to match you?"
In the diffuse fragrance of roses, Yan Qing could clearly smell the faint scent of rosemary, which invisibly made him feel more relaxed and peaceful, but his voice still had a slight tremor: "I'm afraid that everything is just a dream..."
"Well, I saw it..."
The autumn water was gentle, and the beauty raised her chin, turning Yan Qing's eyes to the area behind him. After interrupting his words, Weng Huaijing coyly added some words of disdain: "What you said is too disgusting."
"See?"
Not understanding what was going on, Yan Qing followed what Weng Huaijing pointed and turned around to take a look, only to find that there was an LED display hanging in the depths of the sea of flowers in the trunk, with two lines of poetry flashing on it:
…
thus have i had thee, as a dream doth fllatter,
in sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
…
"In such a beautiful dream, I have a deep love for you. In the dream, the throne is there, but when I wake up, everything is empty."
Yan Qing concluded at a glance that this was a phrase arranged by Shao Qing, but at least it was consistent with what he was trying to express.
These two lines of poetry are derived from Shakespeare's sonnets, and are very similar to Professor Weng's feelings last night: "Thinking of your love, which has made me as rich as the enemy, even if the emperor condescends to me, and will not change my country."
After testing the situation, Chu Lianqing opened her arms and said, "Such a beautiful dream should be worthy of a lucky hug, right?"
When he was about to say something, he said, "Well, I have to say it myself. I'm applying..."
"We listened to two excerpts, and you both said that Ms. Weng Yu was very satisfied..."
Just when Yan Qing was filled with joy and waiting for Weng Huaijing to fall into his arms, a red light flashed, and the screen was refreshed. The word "lucky" that Professor Weng had not yet spoken was stuck because of this. Qingqing's figure was startled, and she slightly
Confused eyes wandered around the trunk of the car and Yan Qing's face.
Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Yan Qing looked around again and found that the pit Shao Qing had buried had been waiting for him. At this time, the three lines of words flashing on the screen were particularly eye-catching:
…
Time has never erased my love for you
Crossing the myriad galaxies remains timeless
Weng Xiaoge, let’s be together
…
"Let's be together, no, buzz buzz, I don't..."
Cautiously retracting his hand, the panicked Yan Qing explained awkwardly. He was afraid that Weng Huaijing would misunderstand that he was eager for quick success: "I am actually willing to wait until you are completely ready!"
"Shao Qing is so annoying. It's just superfluous. What a great first paragraph. Yan Yisa is also stupid and can't even make mistakes!"
Taking half a step back and holding her hands in front of her chest, Weng Huaijing was made angry and wanted to laugh by the lack of tacit understanding between Shao Qing and Yan Qing. After some calculations, she simply turned her head and looked away, pretending to be cold and said: "
Even Ms. Weng Yu must think that I am a little unlucky today!"
"Then, is there any way to coax her to change her mind?"
The whole person's state was released. Of course Yan Qing knew the nature of his sweetheart's arrogance and love. Intimate behaviors such as hugging had always required a psychological struggle for Weng Huaijing. Like the actor's sudden kiss last time, she
His excuse was that he had his mother's approval.
"Why don't you try harder next time, compared to Zhu Yingtai..."
Xiao walked closer to Yan Qing. Weng Huaijing's voice was soft and she blinked her peach blossom eyes. She deliberately said, "My mother likes Du Liniang and Yu Ji better."
“I’ll sing a slow song after knocking on the case, and I’ll say goodbye to you, my lord, my concubine…”
It happened that Weng Huaijing had sung the part of "Zaoluo Pao" before. Since someone had a heartache, Yan Qing immediately cheered up again. After reciting the words in a Zhongzhou accent, he sang two songs in a row in an extremely relaxed state, a short section of "Yu".
"Beauty" is followed by a section of "Zaoluo Robe".
"I will risk my life to please the mother-in-law who was transformed by Bing Bing Bing." After singing, Yan Qing thought like this, with a smile on his face, and he ushered in a reversal of the offensive.
"If Chu had not been defeated, King Xiang might not have had three thousand beauties, and Yu Cui might not have been able to escape the fate of spending the rest of her life in the palace in silence. How lucky she is..."
Demonstrating the art of sentence fragmentation, Weng Huaijing's eyes were slightly red and he sighed: "It's luck and timing that lead to the story of Farewell My Concubine."
Nodding in cooperation, Yan Qing continued to look at Weng Huaijing expectantly.
"Du Liniang is lucky and unfortunate..."
After finishing the syntax of Yan Qing's poppy song, Professor Weng waited for a long time, but there was no movement from someone, so she had to comment on the heroine in The Peony Pavilion again: "She has bad luck."
"The key is whether we can please Ms. Weng Yu..." Happy to see his sweetheart's arrogant look, Yan Qing pretended to be stupid.
"Yan Yisa! You must have done it on purpose..." He turned around to leave, but before he had taken two steps, Weng Huaijing huffed angrily and stared at Yan Qing with his beautiful eyes wide open: "I told you twice that you are lucky!"
"I'm waiting for the third time~"
He chased Weng Huaijing into his arms, and Yan Qing skillfully buried his head in her fragrant hair. After embracing each other for a long time, a probing voice trembled: "There are so many flowers, but you are alone.
Can’t you take it up?”
"Don't even think about it, you bastard!" Professor Weng, who was unable to fight in a post-up game, decisively picked up a pink hammer and attacked the soft flesh of Yan Qing's waist.
In the end, Yan Qing could only carry three hundred and sixty-four white roses back home. Professor Weng randomly picked one from them. She did not relent and agreed to help someone move the flowers back upstairs.
…
half an hour later
…
"Yang Liuyi~"
I'm afraid you won't be able to take this spring light with you..."
It was late at night, and a burst of drama floated from a window of No. 1 Courtyard on Wanshou Temple Road that was still lit.
"The beacon is on~"
The iron horse and bones are hidden in the yellow sand..."
After washing up, Weng Huaijing held a ukulele, which also had huanghuali wood as the speaker board, and softly sang "Poppy Beauty" that Yan Qing had just sung downstairs with simple chords:
"The past is over~
Before leaving, I hope you will always remember me..."
Compared with Yan Qing's Beijing opera singing style, she uses Nankun's singing method, which naturally makes the listening experience more gentle and lingering:
"Thinking about it now~
We have shared the towel together on the long road of inaction...』
"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over the place, but they are all left in ruins~"
After singing "Poppy Poppies", Weng Huaijing plucked the strings again and sang "Zao Luo Pao" re-arranged by Yan Qing: "What's the beauty of the sky in a good time, who's house is full of pleasure~"
"Ms. Weng Yu likes these two pieces of music very much..."
The cold wind howled in the winter night, and the room was warmed by the red wine. Weng Huai swayed her waist softly and whispered to a man in the video on her mobile phone: "She approved that you give me a white rose every day."
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Because the version of the opera I was looking for was only a girl version, I could only let Jing'er sing it once. I'll wait and see if I can transfer the sound source of these two parts.
Note 1: The martial arts accompaniment generally refers to the gongs, drums, cymbals and other music in Peking Opera. Peking Opera has many versions of Butterfly Lovers. The "Liu Meng Ji" mentioned by Yan Qing refers to the Peking Opera transplanted by Ma Yanxiang (1907~1988) based on the Sichuan Opera "The Story of Liu Yin"
version, and other versions include Cheng Yanqiu's (1904-1958) masterpiece "Anti-Marriage in Yingtai" in his later years, the two of which are the most widely circulated.