"It's not the elephant's Xiang, it's Xiang Yu's Xiang," I explained.
"Oh, Xiao Xiang, please give me a ride. I'll go to the next village to watch a play. There's a play at 2:30 in the afternoon."
I didn't say anything, the tricycle pulled him up and left. After getting to know him better, I realized that he was a very obsessed Qi opera fan. How obsessed was he? He would sing a few lines before eating or going to bed. When he heard that there was a troupe performing nearby, he would definitely run to watch it.
On the way, he also told me that two years ago, in 2004, he went to Henan to participate in the Liyuan Spring program of Henan TV station, and he sang Qiyang minor tunes at that time.
I smiled and said, "Brother, you've been on TV. Have you ever seen Xiao Ge and Lao Ni when you went to Liyuan Spring?"
"I've seen it before! Xiaoge is more beautiful in real life than the ones seen on TV. However, I only passed the preliminaries at that time, and was later rejected. If you ask me, the reason is that northerners can't get used to our Qi opera."
I said I am also from the north, so you can sing a few lines and I will listen.
He chuckled, and immediately sang loudly and openly: "Come out of Jinshan Temple! Angry as fire! My... cruel Xu Lang."
I frowned secretly when I heard it. He enunciated clearly, had a good voice, and his singing was not unpleasant, but I just couldn't get used to this strange tone.
The two lines he sang should be from the Qi opera "Meeting at the Broken Bridge". The reason why I am not used to hearing it is because it takes a long time for him to finish singing one line, and he often pauses deliberately in the middle of a word, drags out the tune, and changes the line. Hey, the sound has been changed too many times. Northerners don't have such patience when listening to operas. It's a shame that Li Yuan Chun can win an award.
If you ask me, northerners still like to hear the kind of catchy tunes that are not written in ink, such as: "Xiao Cang baby, I left Dengfeng County! I suffered from hunger along the way! The second interpretation difference is like that, Bull-headed horse noodles...!”
When we arrived at Dingjia Village, he helped me show the way and drove all the way into the village. When I got there, I was stunned. Aren't these the same man and woman who had sex last night?
The two were singing a duet on the stage, and dozens of villagers were watching. As they were singing, the man suddenly lost his tune, looked uncomfortable, and kept scratching his face.
"What are you doing! Can you sing well!"
"That's right! What are you doing!"
The woman panicked and immediately shouted in a low voice: "Brother, we are performing, what are you doing?"
The man said something that I didn't understand. He kept scratching his face, which looked very itchy.
Seeing that something was wrong, the class leader immediately ran up and clasped his fists and said: "Oh, everyone, young and old, who came to support me, I'm so sorry! Our actor had a problem with his voice today! I'll apologize to everyone on his behalf! The show is over now. ! Everyone is so considerate!"
After saying that, the curtain was closed directly and no one could be seen.
My heart skipped a beat as I listened to the landlord’s constant complaints, saying that he had come all the way and left within five minutes of listening! After understanding what was going on, he quickly ran to the theater backstage.
That man's skin is not good, he must have been poisoned by white plaster...
The white paste mud made during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was not only composed of microcrystalline kaolin. If it were pure clay, it would not have a smell, and it would have dried into lumps over a thousand or two thousand years. Unknown to outsiders, it is actually mixed with a large amount of glutinous rice juice, child urine, sap from certain trees, and some Chinese herbal juices with antiseptic effects.
In recent years, there have been several cases of people dying due to white plaster poisoning in our industry. I was afraid that if this opera singer had a sensitive constitution, he would die! Then our affairs may be investigated!
"Sorry, this is the backstage, you can't go in," I was stopped by a member of the troupe.
I hurriedly said: "I have something important to talk to your class teacher now!"
"Who is looking for me?"
I forced my way through and hurriedly said: "Teacher! The character you sang in just now may have been poisoned! It must be dealt with immediately!"
"What! Poisoned? What kind of poison? Are you telling the truth!"
