Mingjun is not descended from the world

"Leader, why don't you sing, there are two axes behind..."

Wu Qingguang glanced at Yu Yuesan on the stage, his heart turned twice, he didn't know what he was thinking, but asked, "Yuesan, if you don't sing opera anymore, what can you do for a living?"

Yu Yuesan stood there in a daze, with water sleeves hanging down from both sides of her body, barely touching her feet, "The troupe master is joking, I have been learning Kunxi opera since the reign of Xuantong, and now it has been nine years since the Republic of China, and I have studied it for more than half my life." , if I don’t sing, then I might as well bump my head to death.”

Wu Qingguang lowered his head and nodded twice, as if sighing, "Hey, bad luck!"

Yu Yuesan understood what the troupe master meant. Now that Kunqu Opera is in decline, the box office is lonely, and there are very few people listening to Kunqu Opera. The decline has become a general trend.This is a matter in front of me, but there is still a half-sung play under my nose, and I have to sing this play, let alone stop singing halfway, so I asked again, "Then this play is sung or not... ..."

"I'm not going to sing today," Wu Qingguang waved his hand, "Look, all the opera listeners have run away, let's sing for the ghosts."

Yu Yuesan lowered her head unwillingly, wondering why no one listened to such a good show.

Wu Qingguang knew that he had always had a lot of thoughts, and was afraid that he would think about it again, so he forced a smile and said, "I can't blame you. Since the beginning of the West, there is no one who doesn't listen to Beijing opera. What is good at the top will follow the example of the bottom. Pingjin is the world of Peking opera, and there are very few people who listen to Kunxi opera," he said, shaking his head, "I'm afraid it will be extinct if the ancestors have left it for hundreds of years!"

Yu Yuesan didn't seem to hear it, "I don't care about that, I just sing my play, if someone listens, I'll sing it to someone else, and now no one listens, then I'll go and remove the cover first."

Wu Qingguang said, "Don't be too busy, I'll take you to a photo studio to take a picture first, just like your outfit, it looks good!"

As Wu Qingguang said, he took a second look at Yu Yuesan again, and saw him standing lightly and delicately on the stage, with shiny rhinestones on his face and watery goose yellow flower folds. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that this outfit was already half-worn, but Seeing a flirtatious boudoir girl, she looks like a beautiful woman.

Yu Yuesan bent down and looked at himself, hesitantly said, "This outfit is for officials, so I wear it out if it's good." He straightened up a little puzzled, "Let's say it looks good, why did I remember taking pictures."

Wu Qingguang said, "This is the fashion now. Look at those famous actors, who don't have many photos hanging outside. In the future, those who read books and newspapers can be regarded as having a background. I and the guys at De Chang's photo studio are very familiar with each other. It's settled, he's waiting for us!" He looked at Yu Yuesan still holding up the hem of his clothes, "What do you care about him, I'll follow you to take pictures, who dares to say you can't do it?"

Yu Yuesan had always been afraid of those foreign things, and was somewhat reluctant in his heart. Wu Qingguang pushed him behind him, and he moved his steps reluctantly.Still pondering over the drama just now, he asked Wu Qingguang, "Leader, do you like the "Ting Hui" just now?"

Wu Qingguang didn't have the time to worry about whether he sang well, so he agreed casually, "Of course! Can your play be good?"

Yu Yuesan shook his head in disbelief, "No, that fancier said that day that I sang 'Ruthless', so it wasn't good." He frowned and said, "What is 'Ruthless', how can it be 'Sentimental', A woman wants to meet her sweetheart, so she is happy in her heart, isn't that what it is?"

Wu Qingguang laughed and said, "How can you listen to fanciers? If everyone wants to listen, then we won't be singing! This is it!" Yu Yuesan looked up at the plaque, and before she had time to repent, she Pushed on the chair by Wu Qingguang, with a puff, it was frozen on the film.

Yu Yuesan looked at the black box, her heart trembled, as if her soul had been pulled into it.

After taking that picture, Wu Qingguang originally wanted to ask Yu Yuesan to make another appearance and take a picture of a coquettish figure, but Yu Yuesan said nothing and didn't take any pictures, and went straight to hide outside.Wu Qingguang thought that he would save money, so he didn't force him, so he let Yu Yuesan go back.

Yu Yuesan was walking on the road, but a few people looked at him, and the porter and peddler resting on the side of the road whistled at him, Yu Yuesan pretended not to see him, and flew back like walking around a round platform with his sleeves around his sleeves.

After Yu Yuesan cleaned up, the photo was washed out, and Wu Qingguang stuffed it into Yu Yuesan's hands. He didn't want it, but he didn't resist it, so he went out to look for food after holding it in his hand.

There is a noodle stall at the entrance of the opera garden. The owner of the stall is a tall and burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is carrying a banner for "selling noodles", setting up a square table and two long benches, and selling a bowl of Shanghai Yangchun noodles.When Yu Yuesan was studying opera in Suzhou when he was young, he loved the smell of scallion oil. Although he was used to the smooth noodles in clear soup, the stall owner's soy sauce red soup was not very authentic, but Yu Yuesan was quite satisfied.

Yu Yuesan picked up half a bowl of the fine noodles with his chopsticks, lifted it to the soup surface, blew it, and ate it, making a "hissing" sound while being scalded, and sighing in satisfaction.

It was already past the meal time, and there was no one else at the noodle stall except Yu Yuesan.The stall owner put down the spoon and covered the pot, wiped his hands on the apron, walked over to Yu Yuesan and sat down.

With her face in her mouth, Yu Yuesan raised her head and smiled at him.This stall is guarding a theater garden, and every day sees off all kinds of teaching and learning, traffickers and pawns.This opera singer is also of low class, not to mention an opera singer who is not popular but cannot be successful.

"Brother Jiu, have you eaten yet?" The stall owner's name is Shi Jiu, and Yu Yue eats noodles here every three or three days, so he has already become very familiar with him.

"Eat!" Shi Jiu smiled honestly, signaling Yu Yuesan to just eat his own and ignore him.

Yu Yuesan was not polite to him either.Seeing a photo on his desk, Shi Jiu picked it up, looked at it carefully and said, "Boss Yu, it's you in this photo!"

"Well," Yu Yuesan took a sip of the soup, feeling a little embarrassed, "It's me, Brother Ninth, I've said it several times, but I dare not call you 'boss'!"

Shi Jiu smiled "hehe", "In my heart, you can sing better than those 'bosses'. This appearance is so handsome, so pretty!"

Yu Yuesan didn't feel happy in her heart, so she just frowned and said, "I don't like taking pictures very much. When I was a child, I heard people say that it's unlucky to take pictures of this, and that this thing enthralls souls, and there are people's souls left on the photo paper."

Shi Jiudao, "You're overthinking this. There are photo studios all over the street, who would believe that." Then he looked at the photo carefully, "This appearance is Li Xiangjun!"

Yu Yuesan raised his head and glanced at him. His appearance was that of Xie Suqiu in "The Story of Red Pear". Shi Jiu didn't know much about opera, but because he stayed at the entrance of the theater too much, he recognized one or two characters in Kun opera. Beautiful and beautiful, she decided that it was either Du Liniang or Li Xiangjun.

Yu Yuesan didn't want to argue with him either, so she only complied vaguely, lowered her head and drank the bowl of soup earnestly.

Before the soup was finished, I saw the class leader walking towards the noodle stall from afar.

"Yuesan!" Wu Qingguang arched his back and held Yu Yuesan's hand, laughing non-stop. He was a very handsome singer when he was young, but some people like to listen to his plays, but he is lazy and careless. Now it's not too confusing to waste that ability.He smiled obsequiously, the creases all over his face piled up like twists.

"Yuesan!" Wu Qingguang patted Yu Yuesan's hand and said, "You're going to become a horn! Tonight, the concubine's wife of Chairman Feng of the COSCO Chamber of Commerce celebrates her birthday, and I invite you to go to the concert!"

"Really?" Yu Yuesan didn't care about drinking soup at the moment.In recent years, Kunqu opera has gradually declined, and there are very few performances in serious theaters, let alone being invited to a concert, so he was "surprised" by his current mood.But because Wu Qingguang has always been down-to-earth and reliable, Yu Yuesan did not doubt that he was there, and "joy" slowly came to his heart, thinking about what kind of drama to sing.

When Yu Yuesan returned to his residence, he groped for a plain long gown from the suitcase, carefully ironed it with a charcoal iron, put it on, took a paper fan in his hand, and made a few gestures in front of the full-length mirror. Next, Fang felt safe.

Wu Qingguang hired a rickshaw to wait at the door, and Yu Yuesan took the car. The driver ran so fast that his smooth hair was a little messy. Wu Qingguang was panting as he ran aside, he could not help holding the car and cursing,

"Sun thief, why are you running so fast! Your grandfather is exhausted, hurry up to reincarnate!"

The back of the driver's head felt hot when he heard the words, he hurriedly slowed down his pace, turned his head and apologized, "I'm sorry boss, the boy at home is sick, I was anxious, thinking that I could make two more trips, and I didn't pay attention to my feet. "

Yu Yuesan patted Wu Qingguang's arm sideways, and Wu Qingguang couldn't scold him anymore, so he said, "That's not too bad, it's enough for you to drink a pot if we fell off our horns!"

The coachman nodded his head and said "yes", it really ran more steadily than before.

Yu Yuesan leaned on the armrest of the car and said to Wu Qingguang, "What do you think I should sing, and now I don't know what these gentlemen like to listen to. I don't know if it's better to sing 'Louhui' or 'Qin Tiao', or I'd better sing 'Yuyuan' ..."

Wu Qingguang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you worrying about these days? Anyway, you can sing whatever the bosses teach you to sing. It's not up to you to pick and choose."

Yu Yuesan also laughed and said, "That's right, I'm also so happy that I'm dizzy."

It was getting dark.The driver gradually went out of the city, stopped in front of a western villa, and asked Yu Yuesan to get off the car.

Yu Yuesan looked outside the courtyard a few times, and asked a little strangely, "Isn't it celebrating my aunt's birthday today? Why is it so deserted?"

Then Wu Qingguang just paid the driver the fare, and he also took a look in front of the building, "Hey, what's more, President Feng's concubine is a little movie star called Yuxian, and she just brought her back from Shanghai. Mr. Feng's family is very powerful, and he dare not let him know that this is a small mansion in another place, so how dare he say something about what he did quietly."

Yu Yuesan nodded, not talking too much.There was a thin middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper waiting outside the building, and he nodded with Wu Qingguang, saying that they came at the right time, and the scene started.After saying that, he led Yu Yuesan into the door, walked through the hall and came to the door of a room. Outside, he could hear the noise of talking and laughing like waves. The housekeeper gave Yu Yuesan a polite smile, opened the door for him, and did it. A "please".

Yu Yuesan thanked the housekeeper, and walked in the door apprehensively. When she looked up, she saw a row of young actors in red and green standing by the door. .