I donated 100 million at the beginning

Hu Chang gently patted Chen Jialuo's head, his eyes fell on Hu Yibao's back, and his heart was full of relief.

In this era, there are not many people who can speak for opera.

Hu Bao is probably the only one who can write operas into songs and make the world understand.

"what!"

Hu Yibao has entered the song.

There is a little water-stained luster in the eye sockets.

Come back to drama.

"Love and regret"

"Returning is an illusion"

"Who is on the other side"

At this moment, even Hu Chang, who was in the Hu family class on the stage, couldn't hold back the tears.

Play is like life, life is like play.

The old man in the audience, listening to the drama in memory, tears fell down.

Some sentimental young people also wiped their eye sockets.

"A play discount"

Following Hu Yibao's singing, everyone's hearts gradually rose and fell.

"After you sing it, I will appear on the stage"

"Don't Laugh at Fengyue Opera"

"Don't laugh at the absurd."

"I also asked Qinghuang"

"I also sang the rise and fall"

Hu Yibao's eyes fell on everyone.

In this lyric, Hu Yibao is responding to everyone's ridicule and disdain.

Those who followed the booing and ridiculing the national essence before did not dare to look directly at Hu Yibao, and lowered their heads in shame.

I feel remorse for what I did before.

Did not look at them again.

Hu Yibao continued to sing.

"The Tao is ruthless, but the Tao is sentimental, how to think about it"

"The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is sentimental, it takes a lot of thinking"

The voice fell.

The whole place was silent.

Several seconds passed.

"Good singing!!"

There was an old man in the audience who shouted excitedly.

follow.

"Clap clap clap!!"

Everyone stood up, full of applause, roaring sounded.

"It sings so well!"

Those young people who had booed before sat down, their faces were a little embarrassed, but they no longer wanted to leave.

"Hahaha, does this song of his piss off all of us?"

"It should be counted! Although I am a little embarrassed to be bullied now, I feel inexplicably inspired."

"I want to sit down and take a look at that."

"I feel like I want to see Farewell My Concubine too."

"The national quintessence will never be out of date, maybe it's just that we don't know much about it."

They looked at the stage expectantly.

Looking at Hu Yibao, looking at Hu Jiaban behind Hu Yibao.

Hu Yibao scanned the crowd, then turned around and retreated behind Hu Chang.

Hu Yibao doesn't expect to wake up everyone with a song.

But this is only the first step I should do, and next, there is a follow-up.

It is still a long way to go to bring opera back to its glory.

However, Hu Yibao already had a plan in his heart.

Hu Jiaban looked at the lively audience, and his mood became inexplicably happy.

For them, this may be the first time that so many people look forward to it.

Chen Jialuo wiped away tears and said to Hu Yibao, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Hu Yibao smiled lightly and shook his head, "Go back and touch up your makeup! Your face is stained."

In the Presidential Suite of Luochen Hotel.

Shangguan Wen Ren was sitting in the room, dealing with some matters.

Although he is already 80 years old.

But as an invisible rich man who has never been on the rich list, he has always been very busy.

He also likes the feeling of being busy.