When Su Yue came out of the bathroom, she saw the woman who had been snooping on her before, but now she was squatting on the ground with a look of lovelessness.

"Are you OK?"

The reporter looked up and saw that it was Su Yue, "I really didn't do it on purpose just now, can you tell that old lady that I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to do my job well, can you stop me from losing my job."

Listening to her incoherent words, Su Yue suddenly understood why she kept asking herself just now.

With a slightly cold face, she pulled her hand off, "So you are a reporter? For your work, you can dig out other people's privacy at will, and then openly earn traffic on major media platforms so that you can use the money to appreciate it?"

"If you lose your job because of this, I don't think you are wronged at all."

Su Yue left after finishing speaking.

The reporter was left staring at her back bitterly.

The photos in the group cannot be withdrawn after a certain period of time.

But when she calmed down and looked at her phone again, she found that the photo in the group had disappeared, and even the photos in her phone album had disappeared without a sound.

After a while, the reporter received a call from the editor-in-chief.

"I told you on the first day when you first joined the unit, you have to learn to distinguish who's news can be dug and who's news can't be dug. You have been doing very well in the past two years, why did you make such a mistake today? What mistakes should I make?" The editor-in-chief's tone was full of pity, and the reporter immediately understood what she meant.

"I don't know either. I just saw Wu Yuan's respectful look and seemed to have some hidden secrets. I was fascinated. I wanted to dig up some breaking news. Who knew it would be like this." The reporter hugged The phone couldn't help crying again.

"Okay, don't cry, today's interview is over, you go home first, and talk about it when you come to work tomorrow."

say what?It can only be said to resign.

After Su Yue returned to her seat, she didn't tell the old lady about it, and the two started discussing the tea here.

Just put old tea in the cup and brew it with boiling water. It's astringent and bitter, with no aftertaste, and it's not very fragrant.

Both of them are tea drinkers, and they stopped serving the teacup after taking a sip.

After a while, the lights in the theater went out, and the stage became pitch black.

The show has begun.

The sound of the band followed, and Su Yue couldn't help but leaned forward. She didn't notice where the band was at first, but she would listen to the sound to identify its position, and then she realized that it was in a recessed space in front of the stage.

"That place is called the Orchestra Pool, and it's a place for bands to play." Mrs. Pei explained in a low voice beside her.

Su Yue nodded, but kept her eyes on the orchestra pit.

With a band of more than 20 people, it's no wonder that she felt that the sound of the music was much richer than in her previous life.

In addition to the common cymbals, gongs and drums, and bamboo flutes, there are even chime bells.

There are also western instruments.

Su Yue was amazed.

Such a huge band performance was only available in the rich and powerful families or in the inner courtyard of the palace in the previous life.

It seems that the troupe is quite rich today.

Mrs. Pei saw that Su Yue was very interested in the band and said: "This is why Bai Mudan has such a big battle. Generally, traditional operas still have gongs, cymbals, drums and flutes."

Grandma Pei originally wanted to introduce Bai Mudan to her, but someone on the stage had already made an appearance.

Su Yue's eyes fell on the stage, and she saw an old man with a long beard in a long gown and a hood, holding a book, walking slowly from the side to the stage, singing: "Leave others idle while busy." Live in a place. Think about everything, but there is no one to be happy."

The voice was high-pitched and clear, with a hint of sadness.

Listening to it, Su Yue felt that the word was wrong.

I thought it was from the first heading, and the previous author's inscription was omitted, but after singing "The Peony Pavilion on Sansheng Road", it should have been Han Gongchun's Tanci, but it was changed to "I don't know love". What starts, goes deeper and deeper," he said.

This recitation happened to be in the inscription.

Seeing the little light pouring from the stage, Su Yue leaned closer to the program list and glanced at the excerpt of the previous performance, and it was indeed "Tag Target".

Now it seems that the white peony that Grandma Pei said just now should be an adapted version.

However, this change is not bad. It can not only explain the previous situation, express what the author wants to express, but also be concise.

Watching Tang Xianzu walk out of the stage step by step, Su Yue found that her walk was quite different from her previous life.

After Laosheng gave birth to the stage, the stage became dark again, and the second-fold title "Training the Girl" appeared on the electronic screen next to it.

Su Yue went to look at the program again, and the lights on the stage happened to be brightly lit at this time, and she saw all the excerpts on the program.

After the end of "Training Girls", "Boudoir School", "Jiangmeng" and "Yanhuai", from this point of view, not only the lyrics have been simplified and changed, but the order of the songs has also changed greatly.

After thinking about it for a while, I found that there seems to be nothing wrong with this change.

Su Yue is very familiar with Chapter 55 of The Peony Pavilion by heart, so she knows what has been changed in this version of The Peony Pavilion just by looking at it roughly.

Although in her previous life, the excerpts would have changed, but generally there would not be such a big change.

After all, even if they are willing, the audience will not pay the bill.

Seeing the actors on stage, Su Yue stopped thinking and looked at the stage again.

She watched it carefully. The scene lasted nearly three hours, and there was no intermission in the middle. I didn't see her relaxing for a moment and leaning on the back of the chair.

On the other hand, the old lady Pei next to her was too old to sit still for such a long time.

Besides, Liu Mengmei's aria on stage was really not good for her.

Even Chunxiang, an important character, still looks a little lacking, and even more so, he is even less interested.

But it was because he wanted to be with Su Yue, so he reluctantly persisted until the end.

After the performance, the actors came out to call the curtain, and many people gave flowers.

After Su Yue and Mrs. Pei clapped meaningfully, they got up and left.

When I reached the first floor, I saw the butler was already waiting in the lobby.

Without asking anything, he stepped forward with a smile, supported the old lady on the other side, and walked out.

It's just that the three of them didn't take a few steps when they saw a figure rushing out quickly, almost bumping into the old lady.

Su Yue took a quick step forward and stood in front of Mrs. Pei.

Taking a closer look, it was the reporter who asked her about Grandma Pei before the show started.

"Are you crazy, what if you rush up like this and knock someone down? Can you take this responsibility?" Su Yue glared at the woman with anger on her face.

She is still a little scared now, if she doesn't support Grandma Pei, if this person doesn't stop when he rushes over, and the force is stronger, she can't even imagine what will happen to the old lady.

The woman didn't look at Su Yue, she took two steps to the side, looked at Mrs. Pei and cried: "Old lady, I really don't know your identity, if I knew, I would never take random pictures and inquire about it, please don't let me Can I lose my job? I beg you."

Su Yue frowned. What does this matter have to do with Grandma Pei? It's clear that she does things on her own without considering the consequences. She has no professional ethics at all. She only wants to find some gimmicks and explosive things, and doesn't care whether they are right or not. the privacy of others.

Even if she is expelled, that is the consequence that she should bear.

But not only did she not repent, but she rushed over to stop people now, which was simply unreasonable.

The old lady Pei looked at the little girl who was crying at her, and smiled, she didn't seem to be displeased by her recklessness just now, "The little girl's makeup is all over the face, so it doesn't look good. Time doesn't matter. It's early, let's go home early. It's not safe for a girl's house to be outside at night."

After speaking, he helped the housekeeper to go out, and did not forget to call Su Yue together.

He never asked what the reporter meant by what he said.

After getting in the car, Grandma Pei seemed to forget about this matter, and instead discussed today's play with Su Yue.

"What do you think of today's play?"

Su Yue was thinking about what to say. It was her first time watching the scene here. To be honest, the experience was not very good.

However, although I only read the first half of this youth version of "The Peony Pavilion", in terms of content, the adaptation is really good.

And in terms of dance beauty, it is also much more delicate, very pleasing to the eye.

The only fly in the ointment is probably the actor's voice and state, which are not ideal.

The actor who played Liu Mengmei actually looked good in appearance and his acting was very pleasing, but his voice was a bit sluggish.

Not smooth enough.

As for the actor who played Du Liniang, he also had a good appearance and a good figure, but his performance was a bit lacking.

Du Liniang is a boudoir girl, that is, a girl in a boudoir. She should be educated and reasonable, and she looks like a lady, but today this actor, acting coquettish and charming, is clearly a bit like Pan Jinlian in "The Story of the Righteous Hero". Song Yinzhang is even more "prostitute".

After hearing Su Yue's evaluation, Mrs. Pei couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You girl, I didn't expect not only to be able to sing, but also to be good at acting."

What Kunqu Opera pays attention to is an elegant word. No matter what story the playbook tells, it must be based on "elegance". It is not the best to be able to sing. The most important thing is that you must not only be able to sing, but also be able to distinguish opera The good and the bad come.

This statement seems very simple, as if only those who have heard the play a few times can tell the difference, but it is not.

The premise of hearing good or bad is that you know how to sing is good and how to sing is bad.

Just like some people see the high pitch of the actors on the stage and think it is good, and they applaud bursts of cheers from the audience, but the high pitch and long tail sound are not good if they can be sung.

You have to fit the plot situation at the time, and you have to fit the overall singing design.

Mrs. Pei's laughter was not only lamenting Su Yue's rare talent, but also lamenting Su Tuan's decline.

A troupe tried their best to create a script, but the actors selected during the tour are so unsatisfactory. This is not only a problem with the actors of the troupe, but also a problem with the management of the troupe itself.

If it is said that among the population of 14 billion, there are not a few talented opera actors, she would not believe it.

It's just that there are excellent actors, but they don't spend much effort to cultivate them; the older generation of actors has been acting for decades, and they don't start to train the new generation of actors. It's like a fault, and all the resources are piled up With one or two people, what future does this troupe have?

Old lady Pei couldn't help but shake her head secretly when she thought about it. Even if she has the heart and money to do something, it is not her own thing after all. Even if she can pay for it, if A Dou can help him, Zhuge Liang probably won't Die from overwork.

Therefore, Mrs. Pei seldom donates money to these troupes, unless it is really an actor she particularly likes, such as Gu Yue before.

It's a pity that when people get old, not only their body functions are deteriorating, but their voice is also the same.

It would be fine if someone took over, but among the few disciples that Gu Yue accepted, there were not even three or two outstanding ones.

The more the old lady thought about it, the more gloomy her expression became. As she grew older, the thing she still likes since she was a child is opera. Seeing it gradually decline from its prosperity, she still feels uncomfortable in her heart.

Su Yue on the side didn't know why the old lady suddenly became depressed, and sat quietly without speaking.

Looking at the flashing lights outside the window, she couldn't help but recall what she heard at the end of the show today.

It was two girls talking.

One of them said that she thought Kunqu opera was really beautiful, but it was very anxious to hear. Seeing Du Liniang singing slowly, she was about to die of anxiety.

Another also said that she had the same thought when she first saw the Peony Pavilion. She really wanted to go up and speak for Du Liniang, but after watching it a few times, she gradually got used to it.

Su Yue thought that it was not without reason that some people said that Kunqu opera almost dated.

Now is no longer the era of respecting literati and refined scholars. If no one has the heart to appreciate something that is too elegant, it can only be the fate of being sealed.

How can we change this state?
She can't find a suitable method now.

But she felt that the singing and figure of Kunqu Opera could never be changed.

If it really changed, it would not be Kunqu opera.

How can Kunqu opera be strong and interesting while remaining elegant?
Is it a track problem?
Or is it a matter of vocal design?

There are a lot of things to think about in this matter, and even if it is figured out, whether the adapted new play can be recognized and liked by the audience is still a difficult problem.

Before Su Yue could clear her mind, she saw the door of the house.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Pei, he calmed down his thoughts when he returned to the house, changed into his clothes and went to practice basic skills.

The old lady Pei, who had returned home, also went to rest after taking a look at the housekeeper.

Resignedly, the butler took out his mobile phone and called Pei Yan.

"Fifth Master, what the old lady means is that it's enough to get people out of the capital, and don't worry about the rest."

Pei Yan looked at the things in her hands, said "um" lightly, and hung up the phone.

"Have you found anyone?" Pei Yan asked.

The man who had just entered the room said with a tight expression, "Not yet."

"So hard to find?" It's been three days, and an ordinary person can't find it. When did the people under him become so useless?

Pei Yan's voice was quite calm, with a bit of cynicalism, with a wicked smile on his face, looking at his subordinates, the pen in his hand was being twirled like an acrobatic.

"The other party seems to have a master behind him pointing, so every time they rush to the searched location, they have already left." The man's voice was lower.

Pei Yan stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the room became even more depressing.

"Okay, get a computer here." The lazy tone was obviously disappointed with his subordinates.

The man didn't dare to say much, and hurried out in response.

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