Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 195 Peking Opera Female Role vs. Anhui Opera Female Role
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"Brother, how much do you want for the next movie? Just tell us, and our company will invest directly."

"Just help us train a new person, it doesn't matter how many times, as long as they can show their face by your side."

"Okay, okay, it's settled then. We'll talk later."

Uncle Long is dealing with an investor.

They understand that the other party wants their artist to stay by their side and gain prestige.

It's always good to promote it externally.

He didn't care. He had a bunch of brothers around him who needed to make a living, and he couldn't stay idle either. If someone was willing to invest money, then he would make the film.

Uncle Long smiled and agreed, but then suddenly noticed a red figure passing by on the steps and following a staff member into the backstage area, which surprised him.

"Brother, do you know him?"

Turning his gaze away from Gu Qing's retreating figure, the investor asked curiously, adding, "This young man is quite something. He's one of the most popular young artists in mainland China, with works in film, television, music, and variety shows—he's successful in all four fields."

"Looks like we need to go backstage to prepare for the show now."

“I know him, his name is Gu Qing, right? I chatted with him for a while before I came.”

Uncle Long laughed and said, "Is he that popular?"

He patted Feng Kuzi's thigh next to him, indicating to Chris Wu and Li Yifeng sitting behind him, "How do you compare to the two young men behind you?"

"Brother, is there even a need for a comparison?"

Feng Kuzi grinned crookedly, exuding a roguish charm, and said protectively, "Of course, my two sons are the most popular. I've never even heard of him."

With this remark,
Li Yifeng and Chris Wu were laughing like blooming chrysanthemums, not even caring that they had suddenly gained an extra father.

"Oh, you two are quite popular too?"

Uncle Long smiled and looked at Li Yifeng and the other man.

"Brother, compared to you, we are definitely not hot."

"Yes, yes, we both grew up watching your work, brother, you are the real superstar!"

Li Yifeng and Chris Wu exchanged compliments, one after the other.

Uncle Long smiled, turned his head away, and said nothing.

On stage,
Holding her cue cards, Sister Lin Chi-ling spoke softly into the microphone, "Next up, please welcome our national treasure, Little Didi, 'Gu Qing,' who also plays Jin Yichuan in 'Brotherhood of Blades,' to sing a beautiful song for everyone."

"The Puppet Show".

"Puppet Show? Is that a type of traditional Chinese opera?"

"But I've never heard this piece before."

Uncle Long's eyes lit up, and he suddenly perked up.

Before entering the film and television industry, he was a member of the Seven Little Fortunes.

Master Yu Zhanyuan was a Peking Opera teacher who taught both martial arts and opera.

Among the seven fellow disciples,
He was the youngest and sang the best, so he was chosen to play the role of 'Hua Dan' in the opera.

No one loves singing more than him.

The person in the back row who was most surprised was Liu Shishi.

Didn't he say he wouldn't sing this song?

She glanced happily at Gu Qing's seat and straightened the crooked name tag.

When the stage lights dimmed,
Gu Qing put on her in-ear monitor and walked to the front of the stage.

In the spotlight,

The young man stood tall and straight like a bamboo stalk, his red robes accentuating his handsome face, and a gentle and refined air emanated from his brows.

He simply stood quietly on the stage, and his calm and focused demeanor captivated the attention of many directors and artists in the audience.

With that look and that aura, he was born to do this job!
Back row,

"Tsk, putting on airs."

Li Yifeng squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, his voice so soft that only Chris Wu next to him could hear it.

"Dressed like a red envelope, as if afraid of not being eye-catching enough? Show-off!" Chris Wu smirked.

The two exchanged a knowing, disdainful glance.

at this time,

The clear and melodious prelude of "Puppet Show" flows out like water.

Uncle Long sat up straight with anticipation and pricked up his ears, but as he listened, his brows furrowed slightly.

The melody... was indeed performed with traditional instruments, but the rhythm was light and lively, not the traditional opera opening he had envisioned. "【Who mocks those who flaunt their beauty? How can they be worthy without a heart?】"

The bells rang crisply, and the lights flickered dimly behind the curtains.

You and I are a match made in heaven.

"Huh? It's not a theatrical performance?"

He muttered to himself in surprise, his body instinctively leaning back in his chair, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Gu Qing's singing voice is clear and bright, like a mountain spring, with a unique sense of narrative, which is quite beautiful.

"Hmm...but this voice...is really clear and beautiful!"

Uncle Long tapped his hands on his legs, swaying slightly, and a smile of appreciation returned to his face.

He is not a rigid person. He has attended many singers' concerts, most notably singing a duet with Jay Chou at his concert.

However, deep down, the expectation of pure opera charm was not fulfilled, leaving behind a small, indescribable regret.

Uncle Long also found it very strange.

When he was young, he disliked traditional opera, finding the style of singing each word for more than ten seconds slow and unpleasant to listen to.

But as I got older, I started to like the taste of the past.

However, his regret did not last long.

As the song progresses to the middle, the melody suddenly rises in pitch.
At the peak of this emotional outburst,

Gu Qing's throat tightened, and a clear, stirring, and melodious Huizhou opera tune soared straight to the sky like tearing silk.

"【With delicate fingers, she touches the mortal world like flowing water】"
On the three-foot-high red stage, everything is sung and played.

The song of parting, though filled with sorrow, has become utterly inadequate; the once vibrant red has turned to ashes.

May everyone remember whom, in the best years of their lives!

Uncle Long's eyes widened suddenly; the slight regret he had felt earlier was shattered by the unexpected, authentic, and classic singing style.

The voice was as clear as a jade chime striking a stone, carrying a penetrating power that perfectly conveyed the song's poignant beauty, sorrow, and entangled love and hate.

Uncle Long couldn't help but slap his thigh, praising it endlessly, his surprise and admiration completely undisguised.

As if he wasn't seeing it clearly enough, he took out his phone from his pocket, quickly turned on the recording function, and pointed the lens at the radiant figure on the stage.

Gu Qing on stage remained immersed in the performance, without any distraction.

His teacher, Mr. Cheng, once said:
"The art of opera performance is to cater to audiences from all directions, including ordinary people and deities from all sides."

"Once the play is scheduled, it cannot be stopped. No matter whether anyone is listening, it must be performed to the end. This is a rule set by our ancestors."

After the Huizhou opera singing style,

He flipped his wrist, his delicate fingers twirling, his eyes conveying the lingering emotions and helplessness of the characters in the play.

The steps seem casual, yet they subtly follow a rhythm. Every turn and every pause carries the grace and restraint of traditional opera.

He is like a puppet from an ancient opera, singing with his soul.

That focus and dedication perfectly blended the essence of traditional opera movements with the expressive power of the modern stage, leaving the audience mesmerized.

"【The lights are lush and bright, and they make your brows furrow】"

If you shed a single tear, I will be there for you when you grow old.

Even turning to ash in the misty waves is a perfect departure…

As the music ended, the lingering notes seemed to still echo between the beams of the auditorium.

After a brief silence, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

Whether they genuinely appreciated it or not, the artists and directors present all showed them ample courtesy and support.

Gu Qing stood on the stage, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

He felt the heat of the spotlight only now truly. A huge weight lifted from his heart, and his tense nerves relaxed.

The feeling of fully immersing himself in the performance and singing with unbridled passion left him feeling incredibly exhilarated and satisfied after the initial tension.

With a smile on her lips, Gu Qing bowed slightly to the audience, then turned and slowly walked down the steps on the side of the stage, preparing to return to her seat.

Just as he stepped down the last step, preparing to go back...

"Gu Qing, come here for a moment."

Gu Qing paused, looking in the direction of the sound.

He saw the kung fu superstar in the front row, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and with a kind smile, waving vigorously at him.

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(End of this chapter)