How did I become an old artist?

Chapter 121 Holding the pen, dipping the ink, swiping the brush, the master's calligraphy riddle!

Hangzhou Jinhang Theater.

Today's drama is gradually declining, fewer and fewer people like to listen to dramas, and the business of theaters is a little bit bleak.

However, there are still many loyal listeners who come here every weekend.

The most important thing is that this drama theater has a relatively popular "star".

An old man once said that the most important thing for traditional performance businesses such as cross talk theaters and drama theaters is that there must be famous actors in this theater.

If there is a famous actor in this small theater, then this theater will not starve to death.

If all theater actors were mediocre, small theaters would starve quickly.

The same is true in the cross talk industry, there are many cross talk groups, if there is no celebrity support, then such cross talk groups will easily starve to death.

This famous actor doesn't have to be on the scene, just having a famous name is enough.

Zhao Chen drove into Jinhang Theater, and Duan Ze came out to greet him.

"He's so handsome. If you don't think about coming to our drama theater as a character, you'll definitely attract a lot of little fans."

Duan Ze greeted Zhao Chen with a smile.

Facing his ridicule, Zhao Chen just smiled helplessly.

"You want to inherit this theater anyway, shouldn't you be more dignified as the dean?"

"Where is this? My dad will have to work for at least a few decades, and I will talk about it after I am 50 or [-]." Duan Ze shrugged and looked relaxed.

The environment of the backyard of the small theater is very quiet, and the architectural style here is still biased towards the ancient style. There are many bamboos, flowers and plants in the yard.

On the side shelf, there are all kinds of weapons, and on the other shelf are some costumes that have been taken out to dry.

Seeing these weapons and costumes, Zhao Chen suddenly became interested.

He likes traditional culture very much, and these opera costumes are also included.

The weapons are all soft weapons, but the shape is the same as the weapons, but they have no lethality.

He walked over to the shelf and picked up a silver long gun, which brought back the old feeling.

"Why, do you want to practice martial arts? It's not easy to practice martial arts."

"There are three apprentices in the backyard. In order to practice martial arts well, they are miserable every day. The senior sister here often scolds them."

Duan Ze said with emotion when he saw Zhao Chen pick up the spear.

This theater not only performs Yue opera, but also invites some troupes to perform other kinds of plays, and also trains successors of plays.

After all, the seedlings cultivated by oneself are better for the development of the theater.

Most of the drama actors here are also trained by the theater.

"To be honest, I'm really interested, but it's not about acting as a martial arts student, but about learning some spear moves."

"Similar to carbine, point gun, dancing flowers and so on."

"Among the ancient weapons, my favorite is the gun."

Zhao Chen gestured with the gun and said.

He pointed his long spear forward, imagining in his mind the scene where the spear would shoot out like a dragon, dotted with cold stars, shining with silver light.

"True or not, you still have this hobby?" Duan Ze asked in surprise.

Zhao Chen clicked his lips and sighed meaningfully.

When he was still in the Southern Song Dynasty, the person he admired was Yue Fei. Although he was the young prince of the prince's mansion, his family was in charge of Xiunei official kilns and various tributes and cultural relics, which had nothing to do with the political work of the court.

Zhao Chen liked the famous general Yue Fei very much.

At that time, many children in the folk liked Yue Fei, and the children also liked to imitate the scene of Yue Fei using an iron gun with a stick.

Zhao Chen also played with a long gun a few times when he was a child.

"The gun is very domineering, and it has a sense of quality when you practice it." Zhao Chen replied.

"No wonder everyone on the Internet calls you a master. Your hobby is really elegant. If you were in ancient times, you would at least be a son of a rich family." Duan Ze joked with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Chen paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to see it."

"Hahaha, when did you become so immodest, it's rare." Duan Ze laughed.

Duan Ze arranged a residence for Zhao Chen. It was a single room with one bedroom and one bathroom. The environment was very good.

The room was prepared for actors from other theaters who were invited to act, and no one came over right now, just to entertain Zhao Chen.

"Let's go, don't you want to write lantern riddles, are the lanterns ready?"

Zhao Chen asked.

"It must be ready. My mother insisted that handwritten lantern riddles are more sincere. If I want to make a batch of greeting card versions online, just put them in the lanterns."

"I still have to trouble you."

Duan Ze shook his head and said with emotion.

"It's a small matter, I'm idle anyway, and I just came out to join in the fun."

"The drama theater contracted the street's Mid-Autumn Festival cultural activities, and it must come up with something new."

"I'll try it."

With that said, the two of them walked into the theater.

At this moment, many people from the theater went to the park to set up the stage and lanterns, and the government also gave a lot of support.

At that time, the sky above the park will be filled with lanterns, and there will be various lanterns on the trees. There will also be a big stage in the middle of the park, and there will be Yue opera performances and ancient song and dance performances.

The cultural activities of the Mid-Autumn Festival are very lively.

Duan Ze's parents are in charge of cultural activities, and Duan Ze also received some small tasks from his parents.

Including finding a calligrapher to write lantern riddles.

Duan Zeyi summed it up, isn't there a ready-made calligrapher!

Moreover, Zhao Chen is very popular on the Internet now, and he also has a certain status in the art circle of Zhejiang Province, which is just right.

It happened that I hadn't seen Zhao Chen for a long time, so I could call him over to help him.

Perfect.

The two came to a place like a conference room, with some lanterns scattered on the table and on the ground.

Duan Ze took out a stack of small rectangular red papers he bought, and took out pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as if he had become a little book boy beside Zhao Chen.

"Come, master, please enlighten me."

"The lantern riddles are all here, just write them down."

"It's good if it's all in italics. It's square and upright, and everyone knows it."

Duan Ze said with a smile.

Zhao Chen was sitting on a chair. The table in the conference room was on the high side. He tried it and found that sitting was not comfortable.

So, Zhao Chen stood up, took a pen, dipped in ink, and waved a pen.

The tip of the pen is soaked in ink, and when it is written and scratched on the paper, the characters with neat strokes are clearly displayed on the red paper.

Duan Ze watched from the side, with a hint of surprise in his expression.

I have to say that when Zhao Chen wrote, he was really handsome, the kind that even a big man would think he was handsome.

The realm is very high.

"Why are you standing there, take the paper away and put it aside to dry the ink." Zhao Chen said immediately after finishing a lantern riddle and seeing Duan Ze in a daze.

"Come, come, master, it's all up to you." Duan Ze quickly went over and put Zhao Chen's written riddle aside, and then spread a piece of red paper in front of him.

Zhao Chen nodded, and then began to concentrate on writing lantern riddles.

It took about two hours to write, and written riddles were placed everywhere on the table in the conference room.

The words on these red papers are very beautiful, without any exaggeration or superfluous decoration, they are perfectly like those printed by a computer, but they have a bit more unique texture than the fonts printed by a computer.

The preparations for a large-scale event are often very locked up. Duan Ze is only responsible for such a small matter, and he feels a headache.

Fortunately, there was a buddy like Zhao Chen who helped him complete the task perfectly.

"Finish, these lantern riddles are for tourists, and there will be a number at that time, so we can draw a lottery."

"There are also some lantern riddles, which need to be written on paper, and finally fished on lanterns for people to guess lantern riddles."

"The new paper will arrive tomorrow, and then my task will be done."

Duan Ze let out a long breath.

"no problem."

Zhao Chen put down the brush and replied.

At this moment, the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open, and then, a slightly bold woman's voice sounded:
"Duan Ze, setting up the stage in the park today, why are you being lazy, my face is going to be tanned after spending a whole day outside!"

Hearing this voice, Duan Ze's expression changed.

Zhao Chen looked towards the door of the conference room with interest.

Then, I saw a heroic girl walking in quickly. This girl looked about 23 or [-] years old, with a pretty good figure. Although her skin was not white and shiny, it was also very delicate.

As soon as she entered the door, she still had a brash expression at first, but when she saw a stranger in the conference room, she immediately restrained herself a little.

Immediately, she looked carefully at Zhao Chen again, and when she saw Zhao Chen's face clearly, she froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Sister Xin, why are I so idle writing lantern riddles with the calligraphy master we invited?"

Duan Ze replied unconvinced.

Xu Yixin didn't seem to hear Duan Ze's words, she was stunned for a moment, then she seemed to have thought of something, turned her head and left the meeting room disheartened.

Seeing Xu Yixin's appearance, Duan Ze was puzzled instead.

what's the situation?
Xu Yixin is the senior sister of the drama theater, she learned from Duan Ze's mother, and also manages the other three male and one female Yue opera apprentices in the theater.

It is often difficult to be a senior sister. After all, you have to set an example for the apprentices below, and you have to be majestic, so you will be more vigorous and resolute in your daily work, and your aura will be stronger.

Just like a teacher at school.

Some teachers are usually very gentle, but when they come to class, they immediately change their faces, otherwise they will not be able to restrain the students.

"That's the senior sister of the drama theater, named Xu Yixin, and also the signature Xiao Dan of our drama theater."

"You can play Huadan, you can also play Wudan. If you want to learn marksmanship, you can learn from her. Sister Xin's marksmanship is very good."

Duan Ze introduced to Zhao Chen.

Yue opera is divided into big classification roles such as Xiaodan, Laodan, Xiaosheng, Laosheng, and clown.

Xiaodan refers to the role of a young girl, and is divided into Beidan, Huadan, Guimendan, Wudan and other roles.

Xu Yixin's talent is very good, and she is also hardworking. She can not only play the innocent, lively and smart Huadan role, but also the martial arts character who is good at martial arts, so she is very popular in theaters.

Moreover, Xu Yixin is very beautiful, so more people like it.

"Signature Xiaodan, no wonder she is so beautiful." Zhao Chen said with a smile.

Hearing this, Duan Ze shook his head and said, "Don't be fooled by her appearance, the audience outside also thought she was gentle and pleasant, but she is actually a woman."

"I'm not soft at all when I scold people, and I dare not provoke her."

"Those little apprentices were also trained miserably by her."

"However, he is not bad, and he is sincere in teaching the young apprentices."

Zhao Chen nodded. From this point of view, Duan Ze's drama theater is developing very well, and it is not impossible to become more famous in the future.

(End of this chapter)