I seem to be a fake mistress

Hearing Wen Qi's words, Feng Hongfei came to ask with interest: "Oh? Then who will be the protagonist?"

Wen Qi said boldly: "I, I."

In view of Hua Ji Fei's temperament, Wen Qi said whatever came to his mind.

Feng Hongfei's expression turned cold immediately: "Shameless!"

Wen Qi snorted: "You asked the question yourself, and it's not what I want to say."

Rolling his eyes, Wen Qi looked at the patriarch's spiritual tablet, and would rather look at the plaque than Feng Hongfei's stinky face.

"Sing a piece of "Spirit Locking Bag" taught today."

Wen Qi: "Huh?"

Feng Hongfei frowned: "Stand up."

Wen Qi stood up obediently, and patted his numb legs. Feng Hongfei co-authored to come to check and accept the results, so it was not a pleasure to come here.

However, it is true that Feng Hongfei needs to guide the singing, and learning from the video alone is at best an amateur.

Wen Qi pinched his fingers, posed properly, opened his eyes wide, and said, "I only know how to be rich and noble, and my life is destined..."

"Who knows that life is counted in an instant and clearly... I think I used to act coquettishly..."

Before finishing singing, Feng Hongfei said: "The libretto is not clear at all, what does it contain?"

Wen Qi frowned and made an "ah" mouth.

Unexpectedly, Feng Hongfei was waiting for this moment, and a long wooden board was put into his mouth immediately.

Fast, hard, and accurate.

Then there was a mess.

Wen Qi only felt his tears falling down, and when the wooden plank was pulled out, his saliva flowed into silk, which was bloody.

"Sing again."

Wen Qi endured the severe pain in his mouth, and sang it again: "This is also, God taught me a lesson... He called me, put away the remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform himself, change his love, stop falling in love..."

This time was obviously much better than last time, but it still didn't meet Feng Hongfei's expectations.

If I keep messing with my tongue, I'm afraid I won't be able to sing tomorrow.

He lit a stick of incense and said, "Pour it here and stare at the incense."

This is a common method of eye training in Peking Opera, in order to make the eyes more energetic and accurately express the emotions you want to express.

Wen Qi had seen his classmates practice before, and many of them had nosebleeds running down the corners of their eyes, looking very miserable and ugly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Shui took turns, and I was still unavoidable to encounter this calamity.

He easily stood upside down, and after a while, the nosebleed really came out...

uncomfortable.

When the stick of incense burned out, he could finally come down, and Feng Hongfei also left.

He didn't continue to explain what he should do, Wen Qi simply went back to his room, took a cold shower, and continued to sleep.

Even if they are so tired every day and beaten to pieces, the road to becoming a "corner" is still endless. There are only a few people in their troupe who can become corners, and the rest can only be regarded as studying with the prince.

It took time, and I was beaten, but in the end I was forced to change careers.

The road of Peking Opera is not easy.

He thought the road would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult. After seeing a few beautiful somersaults, he touched his waist, and he couldn't help worrying about the little actor.

If it fell down, wouldn't it be disfigured directly?

It was as if the more frightened things were, the less likely they would happen. There had never been any accidents. Even if everyone didn't know what they were capable of, Feng Hongfei was there to help watch.

Wen Qi was still squeezed out by everyone every day. Seeing the personality cult of senior brothers in the Liyuan, he shook his head rather chillingly. He couldn't be whoever was the protagonist.

A person who becomes a role must be smart, not too clever, and people of all levels and backgrounds must be comfortable to serve. People like myself should build good relationships instead of relying on their own ability to isolate themselves.

After all, he still bears the name of a low class, so don't take yourself too seriously.But looking at the senior brother's appearance, it seems that he is already a character now...

Wen Qi felt that this matter had absolutely something to do with Boss Feng.

He must have instilled too much confidence in the kid.

At least he had never seen his elder brother being beaten.

There are two sayings about the Liyuan business. The first one is "it doesn't matter if you kill it". If a child is sent here to be beaten to death, he is dead, and no trouble is allowed.The second type is "eight years in prison is like ten years in prison".

Touching his blooming buttocks, he is sixteen years old, if he wants to become famous, he must act in a female role.

That night, Feng Hongfei was sitting in the room changing the play when Wen Qi sneaked in quietly.

As a result, Feng Hongfei stopped writing before he was behind Feng Hongfei: "Why don't you sleep so late? Practice?"

Hua Ji Fei, who usually exaggerates a hundred times when doing something: "Yeah, I'm tired from practicing."

"Rest, it's useless if you practice again."

As soon as this remark came out, Wen Qi became angry. Is it just fun to work with him for so long?

"I can't sing well, but I'm pretty!"

Feng Hongfei couldn't find a point to refute for a while, his eyes drooped: "In the Beijing opera business, beauty is useless, the most important thing is strength."

Wen Qi looked at the important actor on the stage in front of him, and smiled: "If it wasn't for this face, why would Boss Feng keep me?"

Feng Hongfei couldn't hold the pen firmly, and there was a pool of ink on the playbook.

Wen Qi stepped forward with a smile, and said, "Boss Feng, take a look at me, let me have a show..."

It's not that he wants to make a big show, it's like going through the motions and getting acquainted in front of the fans.

"Your play is sung like this, how dare you start? I'm afraid you will be bombarded off the stage as soon as you step on the stage."

Feng Hongfei: "If you can learn 36 plays within one month, I will let you start."

Wen Qi:?

Are you kidding me?Learn 36 games?He is now stumbling on a song, and within a month...

But when he thought that Feng Hongfei held the power of life and death in his hands, this might be his only chance,

He immediately said: "I promise, why not? Boss Feng will do what he says."

Feng Hongfei: "Do what you say."

"Boss Feng, if I can learn it...you can take me as an apprentice by the way, now I have no name or distinction, you and I don't look good, don't you..."

Feng Hongfei believed in his heart that Wen Qi would never learn it, so he said firmly, "Okay."

Wen Qi accepted it as soon as he saw it, and didn't ask for more. When he returned to the room, he used his points to buy a memory drink, and asked Shou to teach holographic images while drinking the drink.

Isn't it just 36 scenes... He just needs to learn!

Learn a little more a day...

It always sounds simple, but when doing it, Wen Qi sang and cursed in his heart, Feng Hongfei is simply not a human being, if he can finish these 36 scenes, will he still be on stage?

Wen Qi finally understood that Feng Hongfei's kind of teaching can't be called indifferent teaching at all, it's actually just tactful persuasion...