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Chapter 13 Frustration
Security work is not complicated, generally speaking, anyone can do it.

But if the figure is too thin, it often cannot deter bad guys.

Gan Jing belongs to the middle class. He has not been short of nutrition since he was a child, but he has not paid special attention to his figure. He is neither thin nor fat and quite gregarious.

The work that Uncle Zhang took over was not far from the dormitory. After Gan Jing arranged the order of duty for the two little brothers in the dormitory, he started working safely.

After a few days of peace and harmony, it was time he and Tan Shan made an appointment.

According to the big brother, the promotion of Peking Opera went well, and it was originally planned to continue, but several other companies that had not joined before also planned to participate, so re-negotiations were needed.

Taking advantage of this time, Tan Shan was able to bring Gan Jing to the door.

Tan Shan has been immersed in Peking Opera since he was a child, and he is very proficient in all aspects. Now he is only lacking in the heat. He is best at the Overlord in Farewell My Concubine, which belongs to Jingxing Hualian.

In fact, in order to learn the charm of it, he even went to Mei's house for a period of time to study it-the Mei family is the same Mei family that gave birth to Peking Opera master Mei Lanfang, and "Farewell My Concubine" is their specialty.

His ability can be regarded as having obtained two true inheritances.

"Hey, stop, that's not how it's pronounced."

In the yard, Tan Shan asked Gan Jing to stop his pronunciation with some entanglement, walked up to him and raised his neck, showed him his throat, and then uttered the syllable "Yi! Ah!".

The tone is very high, and the flow of Qi is very smooth.

"You touch my throat, the vibratory pronunciation is like this." Tan Shan was very patient.

Gan Jing really didn't understand Peking Opera, he didn't have a little understanding, but he just had a concept in his mind-Peking Opera is a traditional culture, babbling on the stage.

This will really make him study step by step, and suddenly look stupid.

After a day of tossing around, Gan Jing's mind was a mess, he didn't understand anything, he just remembered that the basic skills of Peking Opera are called four skills and five methods.

As for what kind of gong and how to do it, he couldn't figure it out.

While he was studying, Shang Xiaorong sat quietly and observed like a black cat.

When the evening was over, Shang Xiaorong stretched his waist, and said to Tan Shan with a bit of sarcasm: "I don't recognize such a stupid senior brother. Whoever wants to recognize him will recognize it." He said this in front of Gan Jing, but Didn't even look at him.

Gan Jing was a little angry, but knowing that he did not perform well today, he just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Cut, love to recognize or not, I still don't recognize you.

After Shang Xiaorong finished speaking, he went back to the room on his own. Tan Shan glanced at the newly promoted junior brother, and comforted him: "Xiaorong has this temper, that, as his senior brother, you should take care of it. In addition, these vocal skills It’s all about practicing hard, and everyone who can be on stage has put in hard work.”

Tan Shan was a little emotional: "One minute on stage, ten years off stage, it's about us."

Looking at him like this, Gan Jing felt a little guilty for no reason, but he knew what was going on.

The so-called talent, I'm afraid there really isn't much.

"Okay, let's do this for today." Tan Shan patted Gan Jing's shoulder comfortingly and encouragingly, "Tomorrow weekend, you can continue to learn."

Scratching his head, Gan Jing went back with a ball of paste.

When he arrived at the dormitory, he sat quietly on his bed, turning a deaf ear to the fights of the other two young people, just thinking about what Tan Shan taught today.

After a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long "嘿" sound, which startled the other two.

"Brother Jing, what are you doing?"

"Learning Peking Opera." Gan Jing said in a serious manner, but it drew laughter from both of them.

"Peking opera? What's so easy to learn about that kind of thing?"

Gan Jing thought for a while, and said, "It probably can help me solve the problem." After speaking, he moved to the door by himself, and practiced his voice babbling.

The next day, he came to Tan Shan again.

"Today is to talk about the kung fu of chanting."

"Uh, you're too bland."

"Strange, logically speaking, your emotional expression should be very good." The "reasonable" in Tan Shankou's mouth naturally refers to Gan Jing's eyes that contain thousands of eyes.

On the third day, Gan Jing came to Tan Shan again feeling a little depressed.

"Today, do, fight, and talk together. These are some videos. It's late today, so you can take it back and watch it slowly."

"However, let me see how your muscles are doing first."

"Stretch and see."

"Uh, your body's flexibility is not very good. Well, practice again."

The fourth day, the fifth day...

Later, both Gan Jing and Tan Shan became a little numb. Judging from the feedback during this period, it seems that Gan Jing's comprehension and learning ability in Peking Opera is not very good.

Another weekend, Shang Xiaorong stood in the yard with nothing to do and played his voice. His voice was clear and breathy, and he immediately compared Gan Jing, who was babbling and out of tune.

He squinted at this nominal senior brother, snorted softly, and sat beside him quietly, with no intention of leaving.

Gan Jing's mood was a bit complicated, he felt that the road to the stage through this Peking Opera was very tortuous.

Tan Shan on the other side frowned and thought. This junior is really different from what he expected. Although the time is short, the things that have been revealed so far are already evident.

"It's okay, practice again, practice again." Tan Shan raised his brows, comforting Gan Jing several times.

"Hmm." Gan Jing tried his best to maintain his motivation, but after leaving here, he watched the system's focus continue to decrease, and he felt a sense of anxiety.

What's the matter!Things are obviously not as simple as imagined!
Getting on the stage is not only about standing up with just one look, but also various other things.

On the way back, Gan Jing heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that this was not as powerful as the smoke ring skill.

Otherwise, set up a booth to show people blowing smoke rings, he couldn't help thinking like this.

Walking silently, thinking silently, suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and patted on the shoulder.

"Hi, Master!"

Gan Jing was taken aback, turned his head suddenly, and felt that the woman in front of him looked familiar.

"Don't remember me? Master?"

"Huh?" Gan Jing was a little puzzled by this title, and immediately thought of people in Beijing opera, and he has been immersed in this industry recently.

The woman brushed her hair, gestured for a cigarette with her right hand, and said with a smile, "I'm Xu Ying, do you have any impression of this name?"

"Ah, it's you!" Gan Jing hesitated, remembering this person's background, "It seems a little different from that day. Uh, are you wearing makeup?"

Xu Ying's face darkened, but in a blink of an eye, the adults rolled their eyes a lot: "You didn't say what your name was last time? Master, what's your name?"

"I'm Gan Jing, sweet Gan, awe-inspiring Jing." Gan Jing introduced himself, "It's such a coincidence that we meet again."

Xu Ying smiled lightly and said, "It's not a coincidence, I've been wandering around recently! Just to find you!"

Ok?
Find me?

A woman came and waited for me to find me?what does that mean?
Gan Jing was thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)