He rolled up the sleeves of his maroon costume. Cong Nianwei, who was used to seeing Qin Guan's robe fluttering in the wind, felt a sense of homesickness wash over her.
Qin Guan, who was wearing a square hat with a big fluff on it, stood on the stage.
After a very joyful and exaggerated clapping gesture, he began to sing in the style of a Qin opera.
Her voice was crisp and clear. Her voice was loud and clear.
"Lantern Watching"...
"I walked forward with big strides. I came to the lantern shed."
It was simple, straightforward, and carried the most primitive Shanpu of Shandong. Although there were four tones, the pronunciation was clear and easy to understand when it was sung.
"Cabbage lantern, that curly leaf, coriander lantern, celery lantern like a hacksaw, spinach lantern like a sword …"
Even while gesticulating and working, Xiao Chen portrayed a young man who couldn't bear to watch the commotion vividly.
It was the first time for many young people to listen to a Lv opera, but they all understood the lyrics. Led by Qin Guan's performance, they all burst into laughter.
The rural slang and folk tunes were close to life and warm people's hearts.
"A big seedling is like a white garlic, a spear is like a green onion..."
Qin Guan took a horse stance and pointed to the sky.
"Beard lantern, vine lantern, chili lantern..."
If this was Peking Opera or Kunqu Opera, if you tried singing such simple lyrics, your old fans would probably be coaxed off the stage.
Because of its simplicity and the unique Shandong accent, it had become one of the eight major operas, which had been passed down from generation to generation.
The two old masters had forgotten their grudges against each other. As Qin Guan shook his head and wagged his tail, they shook their heads like clay toys.
It was the Lantern Watching, which coincided with the Lantern Festival, so the director was both sad and happy.
He was happy because Qin Guan was a good actor. He was smiling all the time. He was not embarrassed by his status as a Best Actor.
In this most approachable play, his mouth was wide open, and his raised eyebrows were curved like a crescent moon because of his laughter.
For no reason, his originally handsome makeup made people smile because of his performance.
And the reason for the pain was also very obvious. F * ck, the makeup of opera could even make people of different races look the same.
No one would know that he was the Best Actor of Europe, except for the audience members who knew that he was the winner of the Best Actor Award in Europe.
During the five minutes, Qin Guan sang the classic excerpt in one breath.
That's right, he didn't need to take a deep breath in the middle of the performance. The audience could only hear his red lips moving as he finished the performance. He didn't even gasp for breath.
In the end, he stood up solemnly and raised his voice. Then he sang the closing words, ending his performance on the stage.
"Shandong is enjoying a good year. The five crops are abundant, and the world is at peace!"
Qin Guan's voice was powerful and neat.
Qin Guan stood there with his arms raised. The two old men were the first to realize what was going on.
The two old masters were in tears at this time. With this level, they could represent the people of Shandong to CCV11 to record the excerpts of the TV program.
Why would Qin Guan want to be an actor? It would be a waste of his talent. He was born to be an actor in LV dramas.
Because of their love for drama, the two old men didn't hesitate to give him a round of applause.
They reminded the director, who was still in a daze, that Qin Guan had finished his performance. The singing part lasted only four minutes. Over!
Hua hua hua, the infected applause resounded throughout the entire audience. Although Wang Xiao Ya, who was sitting beside her uncle, couldn't keep up with him, she only needed to applaud. Who asked this to be her most handsome uncle Qin?
When Qin Guan saw the director's signal, he retreated to the backstage.
Four minutes on the stage was equivalent to years or even decades of hard work.
The art, which was gradually forgotten by young people, was struggling to survive in every city.
The inheritance of Chinese folk art has a long way to go.
Mixed feelings welled up in his heart as Qin Guan left his own legend on the TV station of Y city.
The only performance of the Lv Opera excerpt was also carefully archived by the people at the TV station.
...
The Lantern Festival came as scheduled on the 15th day of the first lunar month. People who went to the temple fair to watch the lantern festival would habitually glance at the local TV station's evening party.
The hosts and enterprises were always the same, but this year, thanks to the TV station's relentless bombardment, the people of Y city knew that the Best Actor of their city was going to perform for all the people of Y city at the New Year's party.
Fewer people went out to watch the lanterns than usual, which showed that people attached great importance to the party. After the host's long introduction, the audience finally saw the program they had been longing for.
Pfft!
What is that?
Some young people were wondering whether Qin Guan would sing or dance when they saw a classic play on the familiar stage.
The stunned fans opened their eyes wide, trying their best to find any trace of Qin Guan on the singing man.
Unexpectedly, because of this, the fans sitting in front of the TV could see the true nature of the situation.
The lines of the Lv Opera were simple, easy to understand, and interesting.
The audience in front of the TV was very happy. Naturally, the netizens, who liked to share, immediately showed off the advantages of their own people.
A post appeared on the Haijiao Gossip Forum. It was supposed to be a family reunion, but it was pushed to the front page in an instant.
"Qin Guan is attending the Lantern Festival party in Y city. I'm very happy to be a member of Y city."
The comment was like a drop of water falling into a pan of hot oil.
"Nonsense! How could Qin Guan be in China? He returned to China in October! ‘
"No pictures, no truth! That's just fake news!" ‘
When the voices of doubt came from all directions, the original poster's figure once again appeared on the post.
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