The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 856 Do you still remember the candied haws on a stick that year?

Drama, as a national quintessence of our tradition, has a long history and contains profound cultural heritage.

Whether it is Peking Opera, Huangmei Opera or Pingju Opera, they have all been condensed and condensed into various classic stories over a long period of time.

Li Feng vaguely remembered that when he was a child, in the 1990s, a drama troupe came to the village. There were old men and women in front of them, old men and women behind them, all carrying small horses and enjoying the excitement.

Especially grandma who has passed away long ago. Even after buying a TV for her later, the old lady still likes to sit quietly in front of the TV and watch this channel intently.

At that time, the TV was not obedient, and occasionally it needed to be hugged by its big butt and slapped hard. The old people later became proficient in this skill.

In this life, I have been to Red Star Commune, attended several big shows, and encountered several competitions between new theater troupes and old theaters.

A piece of heart-broken song, no matter where in the world, you can find a close friend. Famous opera troupes have close friends everywhere, such as the Guan Family Opera Troupe, which is the most famous in the capital.

In the past, when the opera opened, there was a rush of traffic at the entrance, and the star-chasers in the capital began to reward them. It was just like Bai Yuting holding baskets of gold and silver jewelry in "The Gate of the Mansion", which was called a complete crazy.

The famous actor, at that time, had already collected an unknown amount of gold, silver, jewelry and banknotes. It was not enough not to accept them. There was no reason to return the rewards given by the men in the capital, and there was no such thing as a refund for minors. .

Although there is a saying among the people that actors are low-class, the life of an actor after he becomes famous is actually very generous, not low-level at all, but very high-class.

The Guan family troupe can be said to be the leaders in the industry. Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou, one overlord and the other Yu Ji, were really in the limelight in the early years.

While He Yuzhu was still struggling to get food by selling steamed buns on the street, the theater troupe had passed its most glorious period and was gradually declining.

It was not until the founding of the new country that Peking Opera ushered in its artistic spring.

Because, I am eating from the government...

Liyuan, like the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, became a public-private joint art group, and its identity was transformed into a leader in the capital's art industry.

In addition to the usual public screenings, he often goes to the countryside around the capital to participate in performances at rallies, providing some after-dinner entertainment to the common people.

Today, the Guan Family Opera Troupe welcomed a handsome young man with a folding fan and a pendant hanging on his waist...

This is what Li Feng imagined. He was in YY...

After all, this is usually how it is played in costume dramas and movies. As soon as the protagonist appears, he is obviously incompatible with the temperament of the people around him.

The reality is definitely not like this, it is no different from going to the cinema.

The door above the door and the screen walls on both sides were also painted with promotional paintings, and the names of the plays were written on them. They probably learned from the movie theaters. The time of each performance was written on a small blackboard.

Standing in front of the blackboard, Li Feng took a look, good guys, did the Guan family theater troupe show their true skills in the face of fierce competition in the capital? All of them are popular classic plays.

"The Legend of White Snake", "The Harmony between Generals and Prime Ministers", "Mu Guiying Takes Command", "Wild Boar Forest", even Li Feng, who doesn't usually go to the theater, can often hear a few lines humming from Lao Yan's mouth. You know, these are classic dramas.

"Comrade, is there any farewell to my concubine today?"

Originally, I wanted to find out whether the aunt who was so helpful in Gaul still lives here. After the founding of the new country, there have been some big changes in the area. Since my aunt and her father like to watch Peking Opera, he came here to see what he can do. You can't ask an old fan friend to find out, this is the safest way.

By the way, let’s see if the legendary Farewell My Concubine is really as dramatic as shown in the movie.

"Hey, little comrade, you are quite knowledgeable. What's the matter, have you never been here before?"

The ticket seller glanced at Li Feng in confusion. Not many young people would watch this. He even named someone who specifically wanted to watch the finale of the Guan Family Theater Troupe. They seemed to be knowledgeable theatergoers, but they didn't know much.

"Uncle, look at me like this. I usually have to go to work, so I don't have time to come here. I've heard that this show is the most exciting~!"

He took out a large front door stick from his pocket and threw it in through the window. He was asked to do something. If he could find it, it would be great. If he couldn't find it, he would do his best. Anyway, he had already reported it to the superior department. If there are any needed books in the future, , just go through them and find the eldest sister.

Li Feng also happened to be passing by. Cha'er had almost forgotten about it until he saw the huge signboard on the theater troupe, "Farewell My Concubine", which suddenly reminded him of what the aunt had mentioned.

"That's right, Farewell My Concubine can only be found on Saturdays and Sundays when we have a rest. If not, let's look at something else first. The Legend of White Snake is also good, suitable for young people. Just wait a little longer and it's almost time to start~!"

After taking a cigarette, the uncle's eyes became serious. Not only did he explain it to Li Feng, he also enthusiastically introduced other programs.

"Forget it, uncle, I won't read it if I don't have it. I want to ask you something. Do you know where this address is now~!" He took out the note left by the aunt in the space from his pocket and passed it The window was tucked in.

"Hey, how long ago was it demolished? I'm considering it a later date. I'm afraid you have to find the older people around to find out~!"

He adjusted his temples, held the note and glanced at it from a distance. The uncle looked at Li Feng, then looked at the note, and shook his head.

"Have you heard of this name? He is also an old fan~!"

"No, the Manchu people have dispersed a long time ago. I'm afraid I won't be able to inquire about you here. I only came here a few years ago~!"

He handed the note out again, but the people in line behind him were already urging him. Li Feng had no choice but to take back the note, which was quite disappointing.

Although he didn't have much hope when he took the job, his aunt was so enthusiastic that Li Feng couldn't bear to refuse.

Liulichang is neither big nor small. After decades of vicissitudes, hope itself is very slim.

"Cheng Dieyi is back~!"

"Yo, it's really him~!"

"Have a look, let's go~!"

A group of old men who were almost as old as Huang's father. When they heard the name, they all felt as if they had been injected with blood. They were even crazier than the groupies behind them. They didn't buy any tickets and rushed to the side door one by one. go.

"Cheng Dieyi, brother Guorong?"

He still vividly remembered the startling glimpse two years ago, when Li Feng specially asked Qin Jingru to give him a candied haws.

To say that he has been around the longest, it must be him.

"Auntie, I hope your father will be more generous at that time and don't dig so hard that people can't remember it~!"

After glancing at the note with a slight headache, Li Feng followed the steps of the others and walked towards the side door.

really.

It seemed that after a performance in the countryside, a mule-horse cart dragging boxes of miscellaneous items was unloading at the door.

Some old men holding notebooks and pens, waving the objects in their hands, scrambled to find Cheng Dieyi, also known as Brother Guorong, who was signing one by one.

He is a very kind person, and just like in the movie, he is always willing to welcome his fans.

After taking off his makeup, he looked much older. Li Feng watched this scene quietly, and the feeling of transcending time and space emerged from the bottom of his heart again.

It's ridiculous, but also very realistic. It feels like the characters in movies and TV shows were kneaded and thrown into a blender together, and then they appeared by themselves at the flick of a switch.

It has become a node of connection between these strangers. For others, this is reality, but for Li Feng, it is relatively unreal.

"You want to sign too?"

The spectators who had signed the autographs also knew the rules. They looked tired, and it looked like they were tired from performing in the countryside. They retreated as soon as they got the autographs. The important thing is to advance and retreat freely.

Until Li Feng also stepped forward.

Brother Guorong has become Uncle Guorong. In his previous life, Li Feng might have taken out the notebook and asked him to sign it. For now, forget it. The auras of the two worlds are different, and Li Feng's position is also different.

With a smile on his face, he took a close look at the current Cheng Dieyi. I really don't know if Yu Ji is really playing the role too much. There is a hint of charm in her movements that a man should not have.

Compared to him, Duan Xiaolou on the side is still the same dark-faced man after taking off his makeup. Even at his age, he is still as strong as an iron tower.

It's just that this black-faced man will be the one who surrenders the fastest in the near future. The tragedy between the two people from then on is comparable to the "Farewell My Concubine" that they played for a lifetime.

"Do you still remember the candied haws in Red Star Commune two years ago?"

(End of this chapter)