Character Exchange System [Entertainment]

Although he knew that the old man probably regarded himself as Kunsheng, Mutingche's heart softened suddenly when he met that kind gaze full of distress.With a slight smile, he met the old man's inquiring look, and nodded meekly.

The young man's eyes were clear and cute, which made the old man's eyes moist again. He gently embraced him in his arms and stroked his back pityingly: "Good boy—the days are much better now than back then. Now we have people listening to our opera, no one dares to bully us anymore, and even call us Mr...."

"The days are good now. It would be even better if more people are willing to listen to Kunqu Opera."

Wiping away the water from the old man's face, Muting Che intentionally brightened his smile for fear of stirring up the other party's sadness.He smiled and took the old man's hand in response, and then said in a warm and sincere voice: "But I'm just learning, and I can't sing well, so I'm afraid I won't be able to play the role of Mr. Zhang."

"It doesn't matter - you have energy and vitality in your body, and it's not difficult to make up your body with spirit, and you will be able to learn it soon."

Speaking of Kunqu opera, the old man's eyes suddenly became lively, and even his snow-white silver hair suddenly became hale and hearty.Pulling him to get up from the sofa, he opened his face while reciting the beat, his eyes were bright and energetic, and suddenly a little of the bright and charming little girl appeared in those eyes, just like Du Liniang's in "A Dream in the Garden". appearance.

These old artists have thoroughly soaked the performance in their bones.Muting Che's heart moved, and he was concentrating on trying to figure out the wonderful things about the old man's appearance, but he saw that the other party suddenly changed his figure and expression.All the girlish attitude was gone, leaving only a school of elegance and dignity, even showing a bit of pedantic sourness.

"Sir—do you even know how to play Liu Mengmei?"

Muting Che's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward in surprise.But the old man just put away his posture with a smile, and gently rubbed his hair: "Yes, our Kunqu opera used to have different performances for men and women. The female classes are all women. If they can't sing male operas, those officials, students, and scarves Who do you want to play? Come on, follow grandma to do it, let's take a walk and try..."

Seeing the demonstration of the national treasure artist with my own eyes, many questions and confusions in my mind have been verified, and the effect is much stronger than the original hard work.Mr. Li's devil training back then forced his imitative learning ability to the extreme, and after learning from the old man twice, Mu Tingche's performance has already made the old man's eyes sparkle, and he began to guide him more carefully.

Before he knew it, more than an hour had passed, and seeing that it was time for the rehearsal, the old man stopped his detailed teaching and led the newly recruited apprentice out of the lounge.

The scene was still busy with the arrangement, and the staff were busy looking for a spot. The old and the young had nothing to worry about, and instead became idlers on the field.

Mutingche searched around for traces of the small piece of wood, but found nothing.Just as he was wondering where Li Muyu hid that small piece of wood, he saw the old man walking over mysteriously carrying something.

Muting Che stood up, looked over curiously, and suddenly a microphone was stuffed in his hand: "Little Che, can you sing?"

"Yes, yes... Do you want to sing?"

Looking at the old man's serious and mysterious eyes, Muting Che blinked and lowered his voice solemnly.He also cooperatively looked around vigilantly before taking the microphone and putting it in his arms.

"Good boy—grandma told you, but don't tell anyone else."

It is rare to have a little guy who can accompany him. The smile in the old man's eyes grew stronger. He gently scratched his nose, took his hand and walked aside: "Baby, can you sing any pop songs? Grandma The first time I go on stage is to sing, and I want to sing like those singers. Even if there is no audience to listen, I just come to join in the fun, and it’s enough to have an addiction..."

Looking at the slightly shy expression of the old man, Mutingche understood the meaning of the old man so deeply, nodded with a smile, and patted his chest generously.

"Now it's between rehearsals. In principle, we are allowed to try the microphone in various ways-I will sing a song with you. If they ask, you can say that I wanted to open my voice and you sang with me."

"Okay, let's do it like this. In the future, grandma will steal the liqueur chocolates that your grandpa has privately hidden for you to eat."

The old man nodded repeatedly, and a flower of joy bloomed on his face.He shook the microphone, took two deep breaths before calming down, and looked at the little guy next to him inquiringly: "Son, what songs do you know - can you sing "Hua Dan"?"

"Yes—do you actually know such a new song?"

Going around and around in the end still can't get rid of this circle.Mu Yingdi, who was ready to accompany the old man to sing "Embroidered Red Flag", almost missed his foot, nodded and looked around, suddenly motioned to the old man to wait for a while, and ran to the keyboard to discuss in a low voice.

The keyboard player doesn't have anything serious to do now, and after hearing what he said, he gave him an understanding look.Smiling and patted his head, he tried the sound on the keyboard, and a familiar prelude came out of the speaker.

After singing all his life, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Standing on the spot and singing like this, the old man actually showed some sincere nervousness on his face.Instinctively looking at the little guy, Muting Che smiled and grabbed the palm of his hand, giving him two encouraging shakes.

"Every time you get into the drama too deeply, you will turn all living beings upside down step by step. False and true, and spend years and youth, how much will you get for that kind of affection—"

The boy's voice was clean and warm. To match the girl's vocal range, the tone was slightly lowered, but it also added a sigh-like texture to the originally slightly green voice. As soon as he opened his voice, the lively rehearsal scene was quieted down. .

Impressed by the little guy's clear and confident eyes, the old man also calmed down. He closed his eyes to experience it for a moment, and calmly picked up his ending.

"The Huahua stage is so colorful, and the years go without a trace. The ups and downs, love and hatred reverberate and the singing makes you forget the true reality..."

Without the softness and mellowness of the usual drama, the old man's voice is already full of traces of time.Gentle and hoarse, gracefully taking on the youth's clear voice without a trace of impurity, it collided with a wonderful spark unexpectedly.

Li Muyu walked into the scene with a few assistants, stopped and listened for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up.He hurriedly turned to the sound camera at the front desk, and found that everyone had paid attention to it in time, so he was relieved and lowered his voice to pull over the people around him.

"Show me after recording, if you can ask for permission, I will send it out through the channel tonight..."

After all, he is also an old artist who has been on stage all year round. It didn't take long for the old man to find his status, and the typhoon became more and more calm, and instinctively brought out some drama in the chorus part.Mutingche also learned very fast, and only kept up with her rhythm in the second stanza. The two of them finished the song steadily and ended in Kunqiang, and they couldn't help laughing together.

"No, no, no - I've been singing for a lifetime, but I can't sing well anymore."

The old man smiled and shook his head, sighed softly, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Mutingche took her microphone and turned it off, thanked the staff who came up to answer the microphone, and shook his head solemnly: "That's because you don't know. Now such opera songs are popular, and most people still can't sing them." This feeling comes."

"Really?"

Hearing what he said, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took the little guy's hand happily, and his expression suddenly showed a little shyness: "Is that why I can also participate in those things—what's the name, who is the singer?" Are you? They said that opera singers are not good, but opera songs are fine..."

"Do you want to participate in "I Am a Singer"?"

Unexpectedly, the national treasure-level Kunqu opera artist still has a heart yearning for singing.Mu Tingche blinked curiously, recalled carefully for a while, but still couldn't tell who owned these shows, so he simply threw the blame on Li Muyu: "When our show is over, why don't you Ask Director Li, since it’s a TV station anyway, he should know more than us.”

"That's right, I'll ask him when it's over."

The old man nodded earnestly, and couldn't help but smile as he pulled the eccentric little guy into his arms, and tapped his forehead lightly: "Good boy, grandma likes you—how about calling me grandma?" It doesn't matter if you don't sing Kunqu opera in the future, if you have time to play at home, your grandpa will definitely like you."

Meeting the old man's unadulterated loving gaze, Muting Che's eyes were also soaked in soft warmth, he nodded seriously, smiled and hugged this lovely old man.

"Okay, after I finish the college entrance examination, I will definitely go and play with you—maybe I can form a group with you later, and bring Grandpa along, so we can go to the competition and fight everywhere..."

On New Year’s Eve, only the Spring Festival Gala can be broadcast uniformly, so the gala recorded by each station is usually broadcast live on New Year’s Eve.

Chaowentai has undertaken too much publicity work, and the free play is extremely limited, and the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala have never been high.But the staff still seemed to be extremely responsible. They carefully rehearsed the process several times with the guests and hosts, and kicked off the prelude at the right time. Sitting in the waiting area, Mutingche could even hear the rapid heartbeat of the director beside him. Voice.

Faintly infected by such an atmosphere, Mu Tingche took a deep breath, looked at the lighting and dance beauty that was not inferior to Tianyu with bright eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth indistinctly.

Chaowen is a channel directly under the superior, not short of funds, not short of channels, it is an old behemoth, just waiting to be injected with fresh blood - that little piece of wood will have a vast world here, he has never been like this, Looking forward to the day when rough jade is carved and polished into shape.

"A Dream in the Garden" performed very well.There was a stark contrast between the elegant and calm old man and the young man in his prime. Different from the singing just now, the old man's Kunqu accent was soft and mellow, which made Mu Tingche secretly admire him from the bottom of his heart.The attitude that was already serious enough was brought into a more serious manner, and the figure turned around to show up. As the lights dimmed, there was a wave of cheers and applause from the audience.

Standing in the darkness, Muting Che's chest was heaving slightly rapidly. The old man gently held his hand and walked slowly to the front of the stage.

Hearing the cheers from the audience, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, met the old man's concerned and kind eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The old man obviously still has a lot of obsession with singing.Until the official live broadcast of the whole gala was successfully completed, he was still thinking about whether he could participate in the "I Am a Singer" competition, and he pulled Li Muyu to ask seriously.

After being stared at by Director Li's righteous eyes full of condemnation for a moment, Mu Yingdi touched his nose guiltyly, and thought of running away without any sense of loyalty.

I bid farewell to the old man with the reason of joining the group tomorrow, and made a serious promise to visit the old man's house when I have time.Mu Tingche finally successfully broke through, and left Director Li, who was about to cry when he explained to the old man that there was no talent show on Chaowen Channel, and ruthlessly left him in the office.

I don't know where the little piece of wood went, and no one has been seen until this time.Teacher Mu, who had just been idle, just took out his mobile phone to make a call, when Feng Linwan ran over panting, and stuffed him with milk tea and small cakes in his hand: "I was just dragged to help, this is the team leader The benefits given—is it over on your side too?"

"It's over. Unfortunately, it's too late to watch the replay, and I don't know how I sing."

Mu Tingche nodded with a smile, looked at the tired but still energetic little piece of wood in front of him, unscrewed the milk tea and took a few sips happily: "I guess you also have good news here, is it the host of Qitianle?" Gave it to you?"

"How do you know—did Li Tai tell you?"

He was going to keep a little bit of mystery and ask the younger brother to guess, but he didn't expect him to point out the truth directly.Feng Linwan was startled, and asked curiously, but Mu Yingdi just took a bite of the cake unhurriedly, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Brother Feng, you are now the only host in Chaowen who has formal experience in hosting variety shows. The field control of an old-fashioned host is no longer suitable for the rhythm of variety shows. Just wait until you get busy enough to take off."

Suddenly recalling the conversation between the two in the car, Feng Linwan vaguely understood the other party's original intention, looked at him for a moment in surprise, and then lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly: "Little brother, I don't know if it would make sense to say that. It won't displease you—sometimes I really think you're just like the teacher..."

Of course not, but would cry with joy.

Teacher Mu, who was looking forward to falling off the horse day and night, was moved and took a sip of milk tea, and put the little red flower on his chest without hesitation: "Of course it looks like it. My brother told me these things in the first place. He said Your teacher controls you tightly, and he, an outsider, can only watch and worry. It’s really urgent, why don’t you run to fight with your old man someday, and sooner or later you will find a chance to drag you out of this little piece of wood A fire pit will do."

This is really what he has in mind - he has long seen that this little piece of wood is not doing well in Tianyu, but Mr. Li has a stubborn temper, and he must make this apprentice work in Tianyu for three years.If it wasn't for him being a teacher of elective courses who was too difficult to intervene, if it was Mr. Li's side, he would have rushed over to snatch people by reasoning and presenting facts.

He also understands Mr. Li's thoughts. There are almost no idols in the news industry, and he will only be a senior anchor for a lifetime.No matter from the perspective of training personal ability or making stars, Tianyu is a platform more suitable for personal development.What's more, now that news-style entertainment is dominant, just like Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera back then, the elders naturally hope that their children will be more promising and smoother.

But some people are destined to sing Kunqu Opera.The old man will figure this out sooner or later, but he really can't do it, so he just watched this little piece of wood continue to be so wronged.

Only after recovering from the state of mind at that time, I found that the small piece of wood in front of me became quiet again, and the faint melancholy returned to those eyes.

Mutingche rubbed his forehead with a headache, and that inexplicable impulse came out again relentlessly.Urging him to hold the other's wrist, he met those eyes without hesitation: "Little Wood... I'm sorry, I lied to you about something. Those words were actually said by myself—"

"Okay, I know you are afraid that I will be sad. How could you know these things when you were young?"

Meeting his gaze, Feng Linwan pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and gently rubbed his hair: "These words are what the teacher said, he has always thought of me, and has always protected me... Just like he protects you. So I will definitely take good care of you instead of him, and treat you as my own brother—and for me, it is actually precisely from you that I draw the strength to go on... "

"..."

Mu Yingdi's eyes darkened, he took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down, and suddenly had the urge to sacrifice [-] million character points to change that damned fate: "No, stupid wood, listen to my explanation—"

Seeing that the junior brother was blushing with anxiety, Feng Linwan vaguely felt that he was about to say something very important, stopped talking, and patiently waited for his next words.Mutingche rubbed his forehead hard, tried to get his thoughts out of the chaos, and tried his best to fend off his second plan: "It's like this, what I said to Mr. Li back then is actually true. It's all made up by me..."

"What did you make up?"

Suddenly came Zhan Zhi's curious voice from behind, Muting Che's breath was stagnant, and finally turned around violently unbearably, and angrily waved his claws at the screenwriter Zhan Da to blow his hair.

"My drama! My screenwriter, why haven't you come home yet? Are you not going to join the group tomorrow? Are you going to have a loving hug with Lin Daodao?!"

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