I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 356 Boyfriend, I Miss You
I still remember that when she was very young, she didn't go to elementary school.

Once her mother asked her, "Yao Yao, do you like Peking Opera?"

What is Peking Opera?
Su Shao was very unfamiliar with these two words, she shook her head, and continued to seriously change the clothes, bags, and shoes of the Barbie doll in her hand.

The next day, she was caught by her mother and sent to Chengjiayuan
Cheng Jiayuan was placed in the old society, and it was a well-known troupe.Since the end of Ming Dynasty, there have been big players singing Tsing Yi who have become famous throughout the capital.

Later, when the Qing army entered the Forbidden City, Cheng Jiayuan was deeply loved by the dignitaries inside and outside the palace, and his reputation became even more violent for a while.

But an opera troupe is an opera troupe, and the performers are nothing more than opera actors, for the rich and powerful to enjoy.

According to the old concept, any child who can be supported by the family will not be sent to the theater troupe to learn skills.

In ancient times, there were three teachings and nine streams, and people like opera actors were the lowest level among the nine streams.

Since the reform and opening up, movies have gradually been imported from abroad, and old-fashioned things like Peking opera and opera are not so new and are not liked by the public.

Things change, survival of the fittest.

This is the rule of nature, but it is not the rule of society, not the rule of man
Movies, TV, ktv, bars, Internet cafes, billiard halls
There are more and more places for entertainment, and the variety is more and more abundant. Peking opera and folk art are not so popular, and money can no longer be made.

If there are few people watching, there will be no ticket sales. If there are no tickets, there will be no money. If there is no money, the theater troupe will not be able to support.

There are fewer and fewer people studying opera, and there are not many seedlings, and it is even more difficult to excel.

The new culture has stepped onto the altar, and the traditional culture has begun to decline.

The Qiao family is a great Confucianist in literature, but they take good care of Peking opera, which is looked down upon by the class.

As long as there is a girl or a boy with good muscles and bones in the family, one must be dragged and sent to learn Peking Opera.

Su Shao's mother, Qiao Mo, was once a very important actor in the folk art world.

When she was young, Su Shao was very against Peking Opera. She didn't like a line that could not finish singing for a long time.

Moreover, she didn't understand those words, they were all allusions!
Even though she hated and resisted in her heart, she still practiced the operas she should learn, the songs she sang, and the basic skills she knew, and on the contrary, she did better than a bunch of brothers and sisters.

The master said, this is talent.

She is talented in Beijing opera!

After a few years, the most talented little girl in Chengjiayuan grew up, had her own ideas, and began to rebel.
She ran away, she didn't want to stay in Chengjiayuan, and didn't want to study drama every day.

Some people scolded her, some beat her, some even ignored her any more.

Su Shao didn't understand, she really didn't like Peking Opera at all, and learning the basics was so hard and tiring, why did everyone around her force her to learn it?

Now she understands.

The girl standing outside the red-painted iron gate finally understood!
That is the quintessence of the country and the inheritance of culture.

If everyone doesn't learn, don't hear, don't ask, they don't understand.

It will die, Peking Opera will die, and traditional culture will die the same way!

Someone needs to understand, learn, sing, and pass on.

The Qiao family, as well as her mother, are all shouldering this important task.

but she gave up
The moonlight in the mausoleum city at night is bright and clear, like the colorful clothes of Xuannv, sprinkled with broken light and afterimages all over the ground.

A pair of big hands pushed open the red-painted iron door and came out, stepped over, and stood in front of the door.

He is handsome and slender, with indifferent features.

"Doctor Song, what's the matter?" Uncle Xiang came over and asked.

"It's nothing." Song Yan looked outside the door, a little thoughtful, "I came from the backyard just now, and I seem to hear crying outside the door."

Uncle Xiang was taken aback, and quickly walked outside the door to look around, "There's nothing there!"

Song Yan, "Maybe I misheard."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Yan's cell phone rang in his pocket.

It's a WeChat reminder.

He took out his phone to read the information on it.

Little Girlfriend: Boyfriend, I miss you.
　Ah, it's finally over! !I am tired!Currently in the pk, please give more votes for the darlings who read the book~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)