Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Sing?

Although they know a little about Beijing opera, they are all superficial.Those very particular singing and performances, they are not good at all.

Senior Ye seemed to know what they were thinking: "It doesn't matter if you have no foundation or experience. You guys want to make opera-related films, and it's not a bad thing to experience it."

I don't know why, although Ye Lao's words are very kind, but to Xin Ye and Jiang Yuan's ears, there is a kind of irresistible sternness.

Jiang Yuan quietly took the "Gold and Silver Wrong" in his hand.

"Let's go and try."

Shino nodded.

The two of them followed Ye Lao's wheelchair to the backstage dressing room to get ready to go.

Ye Lao picked out two flowered shirts for Jiang Yuan Xinye, and let them figure out how to change their clothes and make up by themselves, and it seemed that he didn't intend to guide them how to sing.

When Xin Ye came out after changing his clothes, he pulled the golden round scales around the neckline and a few feathers, and came out of the dressing room shyly.

As soon as he came out, he saw Jiang Yuan with a golden ring hanging on his neck, and he was buttoning a button on his right shoulder with his eyes closed.She was dressed in a bright red costume, occasionally embellished with a few golden borders, except for the shoulder-length broken hair that had not been treated and decorated, she looked quite like an actor.

Xin Ye sighed inwardly unconsciously.

Such a good-looking beauty is only willing to do photography behind the scenes.

Jiang Yuan raised his eyes and met Shang Xinye who was admiring her eyes.

Xin Ye hurriedly shifted his gaze: "Where did Senior Ye go?"

Jiang Yuan said unhurriedly: "There is no headgear in the background, Mr. Ye will go to the warehouse to get the headgear for us."

"Ah? How can I let the senior get it by himself?"

Jiang Yuan spread her hands casually, expressing that she was also helpless.

She took Xin Ye's wrist smoothly, brought her to sit down in front of her, and reached out to brush the hair around her ear.

Xin Ye felt a little shy for a moment, and tilted his head slightly.

"Don't move," Jiang Yuan said softly, "Ye Lao said that we don't need to deliberately refer to opera costumes, just get a clue."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently traced the shape of Xin Ye's eyebrows with her fingertips.

I saw Jiang Yuan pick up the slender brush on the side and dip it in light brown ink.

"A Liu said that all of Ye Lao's makeup products are from decades ago, which are different from our current makeup." Jiang Yuan said, gently lifting Xin Ye's chin, and dotted the pen and ink on her eyebrows "It's not convenient for you to draw by yourself, so I will do it."

Xin Ye obediently let Jiang Yuan trace the eyebrow line for himself.

She looked at the person in front of her who was serious about writing, and her sideburns were reflected by the light, leaving a few shadows on her face.

Jiang Yuan caressing Xin Ye's hand was warm and cool, and the ink was very soft, like painting on a piece of natural jade.

Ye Lao came in with his wheelchair and saw this scene at a glance.

One girl was sitting, and the other girl bent down slightly, and carefully painted the eyebrows of the bright-eyed girl in front of her.

As if for an instant, this picture overlapped with another picture in memory.At that time, it was also two young girls who painted their eyebrows facing each other and smiled at each other.

Ye Lao's wheelchair stopped in the aisle.

Her hair was already grey, and her eyes were gradually covered with mist, but she couldn't take her gaze away from Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye.

The headdress in her hand slipped between her knees, making a crackling sound.

Jiang Yuan had finished the last stroke, and when he heard the sound, he looked over with Xin Ye.

Seeing Mr. Ye, the two quickly packed up and came over to stand beside Mr. Ye.

Ye Lao restrained his expression, "Have you finished your makeup? Put on the headgear."

Jiang Yuan took the golden headdress from her hand, and subconsciously looked at Ye Lao's face.

The old man's eye sockets were slightly red.

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment, and only said slowly: "Thank you, Senior Ye."

"I'll go to the audience, you two can play as you please." After speaking, Ye Lao turned around and went out pushing the wheelchair.

Looking at the old man's back, Xin Ye tugged Jiang Yuan's clothes.

"Yuanyuan, did Senior Ye ever cry?"

Jiang Yuan also watched the figure leave from the backstage, and shook his head: "Maybe."

She turned her head, looked at the poorly bound playbook on the table, and lightly flipped through a few pages.

"Ono, I have an idea."

Senior Ye was already sitting in the first row below the stage, drinking the tea prepared by Ah Liu while looking at the empty stage.

A Liu looked around: "Teacher, there have been no folk music masters in our courtyard for a long time."

"Do you want to go back to the stage to sing?"

"...I'm just afraid that teacher, you will be very lonely by yourself."

Ye Lao took a sip of tea slowly: "After all these years, I'm used to it."

A Liu wanted to say something more, but heard footsteps on the stage.

Two bright girls appeared in flowered shirts, with a series of hair accessories hanging from the simple makeup. They didn't comb their hair deliberately, as usual.

Every step they took to find a place on stage was very steady, and they were even ready to sing a few episodes.

Ah Liu was surprised: "Sister Jiang Yuan and Sister Xin Ye don't have stage fright?"

Ye Lao put the teacup on the table: "They are the proud sons of the film and television industry, and the stage they have been to is many times bigger than our stage."

As soon as the words fell, the two girls began to sing the lyrics.

Jiang Yuan was groping for opera singing on his own, but he couldn't imitate it well, and the singing sounded like a Beijing opera fused with modern music.Xin Ye is naturally the same, but fortunately, the voices of the two are excellent, except for technical mistakes, they hardly make Ah Liu and Ye Lao feel inappropriate.

But Ye Lao's expression became more and more dignified from the first sentence.

A Liu listened with gusto, and was still beating the beat for them.

"The two sisters sang really nicely, but which play is this play from? I don't think I've heard it before." A Liu thought for a while, and was attracted back by the expressiveness and voice of the two.

Ye Lao's hands holding the handle of the wheelchair became tighter and tighter, so that a puff of heat rose up, as if the handle was about to be cooked.

She wanted Ah Liu to ask the two people on the stage not to sing.

But her eyes were firmly locked on the two girls, listening to them singing this play that was unfamiliar to everyone except the original author.

Layers of memories were recalled, Ye Lao clutched his chest, and his body trembled.

A Liu noticed something was wrong, and quickly bent down to look after Ye Lao: "Teacher! What's wrong with you!"

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye naturally also heard the movement. At this time, the performance had just reached its climax, but they had to stop the play quickly, feeling that they were looking at Ye Lao from the edge of the stage.

Xin Ye's face was full of worry, he jumped off the stage holding Jiang Yuan's hand, and squatted beside Ye Lao.

She looked at A Liu: "Does Senior Ye have a heart disease?"

A Liu shook her head, and was so nervous that she was about to cry: "The teacher's medical records have never had a heart attack, except for the car accident that year..."

"I'm fine." With trembling hands, Ye Lao slowly placed them on the armrest of the wheelchair, inhaled and exhaled through his pale lips, and adjusted his breathing, "Just take it slow."

Jiang Yuan also came down from the stage and stood beside Xin Ye, showing concern for Ye Lao on his face.

But Jiang Yuan could vaguely sense what was going on.

The few episodes she and Xin Ye sang just now are part of the book "Gold and Silver Wrong".Just because they sang this drama, Ye Lao reacted so strongly...

After Ye Lao recovered, he let out a long breath, looked up at Xin Ye, and then at Jiang Yuan.

"The play you sang was written by me myself."

Xin Ye quickly admitted his mistake: "Sorry senior, we were the ones who offended you and chose this play without your permission."

"Choosing it is a trivial matter. The important thing is that you are still too young." Ye Lao looked solemn, with a trace of sadness at the end of his eyes, "The feelings in this play are not as smooth as they seem. If you interpret the play It can only reach such a superficial level, I advise you to give up the next movie."

These words hit Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Are their interpretations of the play too superficial?

"Senior Ye," Jiang Yuan said in a deep voice, "We attach great importance to the script of the next movie, and please give us your advice."

"Important? How important?" Elder Ye looked at her, "Are you sure you can figure out the emotions in a small drama in order to make this movie a success?"

Ye Lao knew their answers, so he went on to say: "I didn't have the obligation to guide you. I just wanted to talk to you more for the sake of Jiang Yingzhou and Wen Ji."

"If you want me to teach you and tell you wholeheartedly, you have to let me see your sincerity."

Jiang Yuan asked: "What does Senior Ye need us to do?"

Ye Lao looked at Jiang Yuan and was stunned.

"You are a sensible person." After that, Ye Lao made his own request, "I ask you to retreat for half a month, and I will provide all the opera CDs. You must figure out a set of Beijing opera singing in this half month. The method is to figure out the feelings in "Gold and Silver Wrong".

"After half a month, I'll be here for a review."

Xin Ye nodded: "We will try our best to do it."

"Don't be in a hurry to make a guarantee." Ye Lao said slowly, "I still have strict rules. You are not allowed to meet each other for the next half month."

Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye were stunned at the same time.

Don't let them meet?

"Why?" Jiang Yuan asked.

Elder Ye didn't seem to intend to explain: "Besides, mobile phones and computers are also confiscated. I will arrange a TV for you to watch DVDs."

"In the past half month, I allow you to communicate once, only once."

It sounds like the personal freedom has been illegally restricted, but Jiang Yuan and Xin Ye can't refute anything.

Boss Ye wouldn't ask them to come to retreat like this for no reason, would he?

"Of course, you can also choose not to retreat, and you can leave now. Don't wait until the first few days to give up and break the rules yourself, then don't blame me for driving you two away."

After finishing speaking, Ye Lao only glanced at them lightly, and after saying "you decide for yourself", he turned around and left with his wheelchair.

Jiang Yuan took off Xin Ye's make-up, and also took off his own make-up.

The two tacitly walked into two different dressing rooms to change their costumes and put on heavy casual clothes again.

Until they slowly swayed out of the stage and walked in the yard, the snow fell all over the sky, covering their shoulders.

Xin Ye's nose was bright red, and he caught a few pieces of white snow in his palm, and his fair little hands turned red in an instant.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan gently pulled her hands over and put them into his palms to warm them up.

"No gloves?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"Yeah." Xin Ye nodded, with a red nose like a young elk, "I came here in a hurry, and I didn't expect the temperature to drop so quickly these days."

Jiang Yuan felt a soft pain in his heart, and tried his best to pass on the warmth of his body to her.

Recalling Ye Lao's request, Jiang Yuan let out a helpless sigh.

"How can we rest assured when we are separated at this time."

Xin Ye also seemed very helpless, standing face to face with Jiang Yuan in the snow and looking at each other.

For a moment, it seemed that there were thousands of words to say, but I didn't know what to say.

In fact, both of them had plans in mind.