Perhaps it was because Guo Xiaoru and other older generation opera performers Zhuyu were in front, and the opera performances that followed were very painful for Chen Mo to listen to and watch, so he always felt that time passed very slowly.
I don’t know how long it took, but the paradoxical drama finally stopped.
At this time, Guo Xiaoru walked onto the stage: "Okay, that's it. Our association's year-end opera performance is over, but we have invited a singer. Old man, I want you little guys to listen to him. What’s the difference between the drama and your drama? Please ask Mr. Chen Mochen.”
As the old man finished speaking, all the junior opera performers below started talking.
Someone soon said: "Chen Mo, I remembered, isn't he the boss of the newly established Xingluo Entertainment in Chengdu? He is a singer who has just debuted for less than half a year, and he came to our year-end concert to sing? Mr. Guo and the others Are you confused?"
"I don't think so. Haven't you heard his songs? That drama..."
People who had listened to "Ten Years in the World" and "Chi Ling" stopped talking. They knew very well that such drama was not within their reach.
The people below can't discuss it anymore, Chen Mo has already stepped onto the stage.
"Thank you Mr. Guo for letting me come to communicate and learn with you. Since it is the year-end performance of the Opera Association, I specially prepared a drama song - "Singing Face Makeup". I hope Mr. Guo and everyone can give me some pointers on the shortcomings. .”
After saying that, he signaled the accompaniment next to him to start, and all of a sudden, gongs, drums, erhu and other musical instruments began to sound.
The prelude was very cheerful, causing the people below to complain: "What is this? Mr. Guo sent this guy here just to let us listen to this? What kind of drama is this?"
"That's right, what the hell is this? If you want to go out and enjoy yourself, why come here to sing nonsense!"
"But how come I hear the flavor of opera? Could it be that he is not singing opera songs, but cheerful operas?"
"How can it be……"
However, Guo Xiaoru and other older generation opera people knew that what Chen Mo was going to sing was definitely not an opera, but it was definitely related to opera, because the accompaniment of the music had elements of opera.
Then, Chen Mo began to sing, still very cheerful, but now everyone knew that this song "Singing Masks" was about Peking Opera.
Several elderly people were very moved and could tell that Chen Mo wrote this song specifically for opera.
Although it is not written about Sichuan Opera, Peking Opera is also a genre of opera and the traditional culture of the Yan Kingdom.
At this moment, Chen Mo's voice suddenly became louder, and his tone became dramatic:
"The blue-faced Dou Erdun steals the royal horse~"
"The red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha"
"Yellow-faced Dian Wei"
"White-faced Cao Cao"
"The black-faced Zhang Fei calls him chat~~~"
The drama is a pure drama, the words are correct and the accent is round, and the essence of it is deep.
At this time, most of the people who were still talking about it shut their mouths, because they knew in their hearts that they would never be able to sing to this extent.
Guo Xiaoru nodded with excitement and satisfaction: "Yes, if Chen Mo had studied opera from the beginning, his achievements at this time may no longer be inferior to those of us old guys. It seems that the little guy doesn't have Versailles. He really He is a genius!”
"Alas! What a pity. It would be great if he could learn opera, whether it is Sichuan Opera or Peking Opera!"
"Yes, not many young people like opera nowadays. I really can't bear to see our country's traditional art and culture gradually disappearing into time."
Several old people said something to each other. In addition to praising Chen Mo, they expressed regret for the inheritance of opera.
At this time, the next scene of "Singing Mask" struck again:
"Purple King's Pagoda~"
"Green Devil Dou Yaksha"
"The Golden Monkey King"
"Silver Monster"
"The gray elf laughs haha~~~"
Everyone, including Guo Xiaoru and several elderly people, was stunned when they heard this paragraph. They all thought in their minds: Who is the Purple King talking about? There are also green devils, yakshas, golden monkey kings, etc. What are they?
The history of Yan Kingdom is very similar to that of Earth China, so they naturally know Dou Erdun, Guan Gong, Dian Wei and others.
But the characters appearing in this section are actually characters from Chinese myths and legends. Naturally, they don't know about it, but it doesn't affect their appreciation of the pure drama.
Soon, the song "Singing Mask" ended, and Guo Xiaoru and others stood up and applauded.
Chen Mo bowed on the stage and hurried over: "Mr. Guo, seniors, I'm just doing my best and making you laugh."
"No, Xiao Chen, you sing very well. We old guys don't dare to say it's much better than you!"
Guo Xiaoru praised him without hesitation. Listening to the former singing opera alone, one would involuntarily think that the former studied opera and had to practice hard for more than ten years.
Several other people also nodded, affirming Chen Mo's strength.
One of the old men sighed: "Alas! There are not many young people with opera talent like you, Xiao Chen. It's just a pity..."
"Yes, if you, Xiao Chen, can learn opera, I can't guarantee that our Sichuan Opera will be passed down intact. What a pity!"
As soon as the other old man said what he said, not only Chen Mo heard it, but also the group of young people behind him.
They wanted to refute something, but they couldn't say anything when they reached their lips. The facts were right in front of them, so in the end they could only lower their heads in shame.
Chen Mo realized something was wrong and quickly said: "Seniors, you are really ridiculous! I am just a little talented in opera. The traditional art of opera is broad and profound. I don't dare to compare with these friends. They His basic skills in opera are much better than mine."
"Well, Xiao Chen, you are right. If you want to learn opera well, you need more than just being able to express it."
Guo Xiaoru looked at Chen Mo and nodded with great satisfaction: He is neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing. He is really a good young man who is learning opera!
Feeling the former's gaze, Chen Mo was shocked: Could this old man still be plotting against me?
After thinking about it, he quickly said: "Seniors, I would like to say that the times are different now. Although opera is a traditional art in our country, if it is passed down according to the old methods, it will eventually be eliminated by the times. In fact, we can change our thinking and integrate opera into our lives and into the elements that the younger generation likes. Although this may lose part of the inheritance, it can continue to exist."
Hearing such words, Guo Xiaoru didn't have much reaction, because he was already thinking about this issue.
But the other elderly people hesitated to speak. Their thinking was more traditional and conservative, and even a little stubborn. What kind of inheritance was incomplete?
In their view, opera is pure and cannot be mixed with other elements, which would tarnish the opera.
Seeing the expressions of several people, Chen Mo could more or less guess what they were thinking. In fact, there was still a sentence in his heart that he hadn't said out loud, but even if he said it out, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy for the elders to accept it.
Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Guo Xiaoru suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, the purpose of asking Xiao Chen to come today has been achieved. I hope these little guys can understand our intention. As for other ways to inherit opera, we will leave it in the future Besides, after all, this is just a suggestion from Xiao Chen, we older generation of opera people still have to continue to figure out what to do."
"Indeed, there will always be a suitable solution!"
Seeing that the others finally stopped worrying, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
He couldn't say how much he liked opera, because he was also a young man, but he didn't want to see opera lose its inheritance bit by bit. After all, it was still the traditional art and culture of the Yan Kingdom.
If he has spare energy, he might as well think of more ways to pass on this traditional art and culture.
(To be continued!)
