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Chapter 614
"Old Zhao, you have found the right person. You don't need to spend money to listen to Peking Opera here in the future."

"I don't plan to do that. Old Tan, this is a serious business. People need a soundtrack. Left and right are also a good thing. Let's take a look."

"This person is very famous."

In the Beijing Opera Club, Zhao Jiping happily chatted with his old friend Tan Dun. He knew that the latter was a bit arrogant. This temper has been there since he was young, and he has been with him for a lifetime when he is old. Naturally, he can't change it. up.

"Wang Hongwei, learn more from your Uncle Tan, but don't imitate your temper." Zhao Jiping said to his students on the other side.

Wang Hongwei originally had some work to deal with, but the master said, and Tan Dun, who was almost the most famous in the country, was there, so he could only listen to a Beijing opera.

"Uncle Tan's skills and temper are second to none." Wang Hongwei smiled.

Zhao Jiping squinted him, pointed to the empty stage and said, "I think Gan Jing has a good temper, but he has no skills? He can bring back an Oscar winner, and he can bring back 2 million US dollars. Which one of you can do it?" He changed his tone and changed his target, "Although Zhao Lin is an assistant director of the Spring Festival Gala, if you let him be greedy, can he be greedy for 2 million US dollars?"

Zhao Lin, who had been watching the show, was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Dad! Pay attention to the occasion! What am I greedy for? If this word gets out, it will become a joke!"

"Don't do anything wrong in your life, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." Zhao Jiping glanced sideways, "What are you afraid of?"

"Hey boss! It's public!" Zhao Lin was so helpless that he even uttered Shaanxi dialect.

"Tell me about my temper. I don't think your temper is much better." Tan Dun laughed.

Zhao Jiping snorted: "Let's listen to the show later."

Tan Dun remained silent. He was dragged here by an old friend to watch this Peking opera performance, and he didn't think he would see any flowers today. He had heard of Forrest Gump's name and watched two Forrest Gump movies.

It is undeniable that this person's acting skills are really good, but due to a subtle psychology, Tan Dun can't like it.

Human beings want compatibility, perhaps, this is compatibility.

……

Gan Jing sat in the background, looking up to observe the expression of the little junior sister.

"Junior Sister, your eyebrow drawing skills are not worse than those of our company's professional makeup artists."

Tan Shan was extremely focused when she was putting on makeup, but she just smiled lightly when she heard the words: "Really? Then I won't sing in the future, so brother should take me in."

"Well, no problem." Gan Jing closed his eyes and let his younger sister's fingers slide across his face, spreading the cool and greasy paint evenly. This is a bit like the brewing state before acting. Quietly applying makeup before going on stage adjustment process.

Today's show was supposed to be performed by a lot of people, but Gan Jing temporarily asked to give all the tricks to himself. It can be said that tonight is a one-man show.

After the long process of putting on makeup, Tan Shan took two steps back, sized her head up, and nodded in satisfaction. Only then did she ask: "Brother, you have quite a lot of songs today, can you hold on?" Performing is a labor-intensive and physical activity, and not everyone can sing in full.

"No problem." Gan Jing pinched his fingers and glanced lightly at his junior sister Tan Shan.

Tan Shan's eyes lit up, and her voice lit up with the words "senior brother", her voice was in good condition, and the hidden worries in her heart disappeared all of a sudden.

Gan Jing stood up and took a few steps, and began to change his clothes. At the same time, an assistant came in to report the situation outside. That guy was crowded with people, drums and gongs were blaring, everything was ready, and he just had to go on stage.

After another half hour or so, everything was ready.

The first arrangement is "Farewell My Concubine", which Gan Jing has been immersed in for the longest time, and this is also the first piece to learn - originally Tan Shan wanted the younger brother to be the bottom of the box, but Gan Jing still didn't want to, Insisted on the first scene of the opening.

"Next, please enjoy "Farewell My Concubine"." The curtain came.

On the side of the stage, a group of people slowly entered the stage, it was "Eight Maids Follow Concubine Yu".

"The one in the middle is Forrest Gump?"

"The make-up is too heavy, and the original face can't be seen at all. This ticket is a bit of a loss."

"If I took a picture and posted it on Moments, no one would recognize it."

"Let's post a Weibo first. The location is located at the Tan Family Peking Opera Club. Didn't Forrest Gump advertised it on Weibo before? The time and place are right, so I can show it off."

The sound of the announcement did not extinguish the din of the audience in twos and threes. Many people didn't listen to Peking Opera at all before they came. They only knew that it was a traditional Chinese culture. They only knew that not many people listened to it now. won't come.

——Since I have been fighting with the king in the east and west, I have suffered from wind, frost and toil, year after year.I only hate that the Wudao Qin put people's lives in charcoal, which only made the people miserable.

Gan Jing raised his voice first.

As soon as he made a sound, the audience in the audience saw the noise of the star appearing on the stage, and suddenly fell silent.

The voice is high, wide and clear, and the timbre is pure and full.

Tan Dun, who was sitting in the front row, exchanged a look with Zhao Jiping in surprise. He could hear this sentence, it was a bit different.

(Your Majesty returns to camp!)
——Several generals in the Han camp were picked up with guns. How could Zong Yingyong beware of being buried on all sides?

Xiang Yu of the second senior brother appeared on the stage.

(The horse boy leads the horse off)

Gan Jing glanced at the audience, feeling neither sad nor happy, but Yu Ji's heart was full of sadness.

- King!
——You are so panicked by this trouble.

After a while of chanting, Gan Jing walked a few steps, with a beautiful posture, holding the unsheathed Yuanyang sword with both hands.

——Admonish the king to stop being depressed and relax, and wait patiently for the rescue.Since ancient times, the victory and defeat of Taoist strategists has been commonplace.

Zhao Jiping and Tan Dun were even more startled. This time they acted without restraint, and kept calm and calm. This Beijing opera demeanor reminded them of a person.

"Do you still remember the "Farewell My Concubine" you composed?"

"Of course I remember, but I think of another person from my memory."

The two old men looked at each other. Although they had never seen Mei Lanfang sing Peking Opera, the video materials and recordings left behind can make future generations appreciate the demeanor of this great master.

Tan Dun shook his head unconsciously following the singing on the stage, looking at Wang Hongwei next to him as really funny, but when he looked at the babbling Forrest Gump in the blink of an eye, he was amazed again, there was something about this guy, no wonder he dared to On stage, I am not afraid of ruining my image as an actor.

Not doing business?Depressed?
nonexistent.

However, there is some doubt as to which one is his career and which one is his ambition.

Listening to this piece of Beijing opera, Wang Hongwei really couldn't tell the difference.

Could it be that this person's goal is not a big actor, but a Beijing opera artist?
It's a little funny.

(End of this chapter)