"Fengchun, I have met your uncle."

"It's true that we're not as good as meeting."

Looking at Mei Fengchun's surprised look, Wu Yonglin realized that he almost let it go. At this time, if he exposed the previous mess between Su Kangsheng and Mei Fengchun, it would be completely unfavorable to the overall situation. What's more, he felt that Xiao Xuanji was very accustomed to the people. Although it was only the first time to meet, it was just like a friend who had known many years, like a jar of old wines that had been put on for many years. The more it was, the more it was, the more it was, the more it was, the more it was, the more it was, the more it was, there was no need to break the fig leaf.

"Fengchun, this person is a prodigal son who is good at drinking, lustful and gambling. Don't pay attention to him." A white jade hand pulled Mei Fengchun and walked out. Wu Yonglin stared at the other party with a smile. This person was Rose, who was shaking the dice cup and was about to vomit blood. Wu Yonglin's thief eyes finally fixed on the other party's right hand. Rose remembered the humiliation not long ago, and his face was covered with red clouds for a moment, but her face was painted with some black and gray rouge at this time, so that people would not see her embarrassment. She mischievously looked at Wu Yonglin mischievously.

Pupped, stuck out his tongue, and had already pulled Mei Fengchun back to the stage and began to perform opposite each other. Gongs and drums were leading the way, silk and bamboo were in a row, acrobatics, accompaniment, monkey plays, and how to make fun of it. Thinking of this was the original prototype of opera, Wu Yonglin couldn't help laughing. The performance on the stage was like a pot of stew, which made people unable to bear to look at it. Qiang Wei was wearing a bloated robe, performing Dong Zhuo with a big belly, watching her jump and falling out of her belly. That was enough

It attracted attention, and I don’t know if she missed or did it on purpose; Mei Fengchun pretended to be charming Diao Chan, and her every frown and smile made Wu Yonglin look unique in her heart. Even Dan Tai Yuping on the side was amused by the funny performance on the stage. Shaoyao on the side stared at Mei Fengchun on the stage with blurred eyes. Wu Yonglin also knew a rough idea of ​​the people that this little girl liked. Putting aside the artistic ingredients, this pot of pork stewed vermicelli is enough to enjoy those who like to join in the fun.

The common people have been popular by chance by taking advantage of Cai Jing's east wind. If he wants to truly enter the hearts of those middle class that leads the fashion, and even some dignitaries, Xiao Xuanji's comedy is basically nothing. What's more, as a banned drama, it has already cut off its life and future. At present, it can only be closed and entertained by itself. Once the performance is held in Chengdu, it will cause great trouble to Xiao Xuanji and the entire grass team. Looking at Xiao Xuanji who is frowning, Wu Yonglin already has a scheming in his heart.

"Brother Xiao, a drama is a good drama. Once it is put on the stage, anyone with discerning eyes will know who the performance is on it. I'm afraid it's not very good to everyone."

Xiao Xuanji sighed deeply, and a worry floated on his eyebrows. Wu Yonglin's words almost reached his heart. Over the past year, he has brought more than 100 people from north to east, east to south, south to west, sleeping in the open air, wandering around, and traveling around almost every corner of the country, from big cities to small cities, to small villages, and finally to deserted places. At that moment, Xiao Xuanji felt that his path with this group of people had almost come to an end. From the glory on the big stage to the low of the grass-roots team

From the full of energy in every scene to the panic of quenching thirst all day long, from more than a hundred people at the time of departure to less than forty people now, betrayal, death, separation of wives and children, father and brothers behind their backs, the tragedy and comedy of real life are so true that it is true that only he and the more than forty people who are still by their side can understand it. After going through a lot of hardships, although there are conflicts in some "makeups" in Chengdu Prefecture, which makes some people feel cold, they are again

With the opportunity to perform funny dramas, you don’t have to go around every day, hiding and hiding. The entire grass-roots team is more like a real family than ever. Everyone is more fighting spirit these days, and they are more energetic than ever to keep their spirits. The invisible benefits brought by this catastrophe were not expected by Xiao Xuanji, the insider. Xiao Xuanji, who is like a frightened bird, now doesn’t have the courage to tide in the muddy waters of the rivers and lakes. When you have money, you hope to eat meat every meal in the future. When you have no money, you will have a bowl of white rice.

Everyone can be very satisfied. When there is a problem with food and clothing, the most hope is to be stable. Xiao Xuanji knows more than anyone that his little cleverness cannot be on the table. The only thing that can make the world remember him is this "Princes and Emperors". If he does not play this "Princes and Emperors", what will he rely on to support the more than 40 people who have to eat when they open their eyes? Xiao Xuanji feels that he has a sense of decadence and is silent for a long time. This is also the main reason why he dares to stop his promise to Wu Yonglin to "kill the rich and help the poor."

"I have two dramas here, one sad and one happy. I don't know which one Brother Xiao is willing to act."

Xiao Xuanji naturally heard the words of Wu Yonglin. It was rumored that this person is knowledgeable, resourceful, and has the power of turning decay into magic. Xiao Xuanji sang two great promises to Wu Yonglin and said solemnly: "If we can see the sky again, Brother Huangsha will ask me to present this head on my shoulder, I will not blink."

"Brother Xiao is serious. If I take away your head, will you not be able to swallow me alive? Without you, you will take over the overall situation. Your team that has finally settled down will probably disband. I can't afford to be this sinner."

"Brother Sha, you have any tricks to tell me, I'm so anxious." Xiao Xuanji was originally an impatient person and could not stand the gentle words of others. He came up and grabbed Wu Yonglin's hand tightly, and his knees were slightly bent, almost kneeling down for Wu Yonglin.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Should you act as a tragedy or a comedy?"

"I'm afraid I might not count on this matter." Xiao Xuanji pondered for a while, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted at the actor who was still performing on the stage: "If there is a new drama, would you like to act in a comedy or a tragedy?"

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what the master Xiao Xuanji sold in this gourd, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Didn't the master decide what kind of play he usually acted in advance? Why did he ask them today? Xiao Xuanji was actually completely unsure. If he took on Wu Yonglin's new play, he would undoubtedly be the culprit of the disbandment of the grass-roots team. If he didn't accept it, what if it was a popular zaju, wouldn't he waste a chance to revive the mountains and rivers? Now the only one

The solution is to let everyone make this decision together. However, the more anxious he is, the less smooth the things go. Even the eloquent verbals became stuttering. I don’t know if it was too excited or really rushed. For most of the hour, he and his own people didn’t discuss it. The scene became more and more chaotic. Xiao Xuanji was already anxious about the current situation that was unresolved. No matter how good his friendship with the other party is, others will not wait for your answer indefinitely.

Moreover, now all these small things have missed the truth that his group of people cannot accomplish big things, and they definitely left a bad impression on the other party. When the other party can't sit down and starts to get angry, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity may have slipped away from the fingers that are within reach. Xiao Xuanji took out the demeanor of his family in anger and took off the five-foot-long whip on his waist. With a "cracking" sound, his whip was powerful and powerful, as if a small thunder sounded in the air, and fiercely in everyone's swaying hearts.

After hitting it, the noisy people immediately calmed down. One by one, the animals tamed in the cliffs stared at their copper bells, waiting for the master's final decision. It seemed that Xiao Xuanji's words were the imperial edicts they should obey. After a round, the hot potato returned to Xiao Xuanji's hands. Most of the time was completely useless. When Xiao Xuanji jumped anxiously, he had no choice but to turn around and cursed and turned around in a daze, a special play called "Farewell My Concubine" had already been written on the table:

"Yu Ji: Oh, king, what's the outcome of the battle today?

Xiang Yu: Alas! He picked up several generals from the Han camp, but the enemy was too many and we were too few, so it was difficult to win. This is the destruction of our Chu, and Alas! It is not the crime of war.

Yu Ji: The victory or defeat of military strategists is common, so why worry about it?

(Note) Yu Ji's question shows that Xiang Yu did not win the battle. At this time, both of them developed to a state of not daring to face reality.

Yu Ji: I have to prepare some wine and drink a few drinks with the king to relieve my boredom.

Yu Ji: Watch the wine! (The palace maid responds)

(Press) Amid the sound of the gong, Xiang Yu walked into the "internal chair", Yu Ji sat on the right side of Xiang Yu, and the palace maid brought out a wine pot and poured wine for the two of them.

Xiang Yu: (singing the "original board") Today, the defeat is unstable.

Yu Ji: (Continue to sing) I advise the king to stop being depressed and relax.

Xiang Yu: (Singing) But he is hard to win with all the enemies!

Yu Ji: (received singing) and patiently guarding the position and waiting for the rescue.

Xiang Yu: (sing) I can’t drink nectar and (turn to the scattered plate) to relieve my sorrow and boredom.

......

It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems that they are all given to the broken wells and the dilapidated walls. What is the beauty of the sky? Who can enjoy the pleasure of the yard?

Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and clouds in the green pavilions, rain and wind, smoke and waves in the boat.

The people of Jinping are so scary about this time.

"A hundred years of hard-earned words tell you about gains, losses, successes and failures, and the rise and fall of dynasties. You can just make do with it. The next song "Zaoluo Rou" is an extra gift to you. My head is a little messy now. When I think about it, I will present the following ones together. How much you can understand depends on your personal talent and understanding. Planning is in the world. From today on, the sky falls. In addition to your master, I also have to take care of you. You can play it with confidence. My only requirement is to practice the basic skills. Don't let me play it with you in the first show. Not only will it lose my face, but it also loses your master's face. Don't try to eat a big fat man in one bite, and walk the road step by step. There are many more plays in the future."

"Brother Huangsha, is it over?"

"It's over."

The crowd surrounded him with a loud bang, but the room was staring at the words on the table, not understanding what was written on it at all. He was just joining in the fun. Wu Yonglin found that he had wasted a lot of expressions and completely disturbed himself. The grass team could not pick out one of them for the time being. Wu Yonglin was about to leave bored, but an excited voice sounded behind him.

"Is this what you wrote?"

"It was revealed with feelings, and the true feelings were just revealed." When Wu Yonglin opened his eyes, he realized that the person who knew the goods was Mei Fengchun, the best candidate for Yu Ji in "Farewell My Concubine".

"The lyrics are pretty good, but how should I sing them?"

Wu Yonglin was also confused. To be honest, he never thought of such complicated problems behind it. After he talked about these lyrics, it is very likely that a tragedy would turn into a comedy. He hurriedly let the singing, chanting, sitting, and playing perfectly to form the appearance that should be. That would not be completed in one day. Wu Yonglin did not answer Mei Fengchun's question, but walked to Xiao Xuanji and whispered for a long time. After the two of them finalized the matter, they led Dan Tai Yuping to leave in a hurry.

When Wu Yonglin appeared again the next day, he brought them four or five carts of things. With Zhang San's ability, it really took him a lot of effort to get these things together. At this moment, what was placed in front of everyone was a large bag of big red and peach rosé and other colors of rouge, gouache, and oil. Wu Yonglin was standing in the center to teach them how to use grease to draw various oil colors, even the base color, red oil color, set makeup powder, dry red, pot cigarettes or black oil color, and meticulously taught them the whole process of applying makeup. These men and women already have a certain foundation, and Wu Yonglin didn't spend much time on his own, and many people would put on makeup by themselves. In addition, Wu Yonglin drew a picture of each role they should play, which made up twice the result with half the effort.

In less than half a day, the five major characters of Shengdan and Jingmo Chou were distinguished by different oil paints: Lao Sheng's dignity and solemnity, majestic; Xiaosheng's eyebrows and handsome face; Wu Sheng's bravery and tenaciousness and heroism; Zhengdan's appearance and beautiful eyebrows and eyes; Huadan's heavy makeup, with a red mark on the seal; Wu Dan and Dao Ma Dan's charming and heroic spirit; Jingko's red, white, and black score-style large flower faces, two flower faces and martial arts faces; clown's funny and witty; Mo Ke's dignity and seriousness, steady square and roundness. After applying makeup, the overall sense of layering suddenly came out. Xiao Xuanji saw the whole process, was already stunned, and was happy, holding a small teapot and drinking tea with joy. He knew that his grass-roots team was alive again.

The instruments such as pipa, zither, gong, horizontal flute, and vertical flute are supplemented and replaced. The instruments in the Putrajaya (the collective name of the various props used in Peking Opera are called Kuaimo), cloth tents, newspaper flags, bowls, bells, bells, dart flags, car flags, upward stirrups, oars, big tents, big flags, lanterns, square flags, flying tiger flags, moonlight flags, black wind flags, talismans, flags, purses, red umbrellas, red door flags, arrows, door knifes, order flags, door gun flags, horse whip, mountain stones, study rooms, immortals, incense tables, box boxes and other props are all available, which makes Xiao Xuanji's straw troupe change his face directly.

Just as Wu Yonglin painted a face of Dan Tai Yuping with his eyes closed, a timid hand pulled two behind him. Wu Yonglin turned around and saw that it was a beautiful and shy face. She seemed to have something to talk to him alone. When Dan Tai Yuping came today, she changed into a bright and charming dress. The eight golden flowers in the opera troupe had already been overwhelmed in the limelight. Wu Yonglin knew her purpose. She stared at the other party with a squinted eyes. Shaoyao was so scared that she took a few steps back. Dan Tai Yuping's face became more and more proud, and she reached out to push Wu Yonglin behind. At this moment, she was completely in the form of a winner, and she made face again, making her generous.

"Brother Sha, I didn't expect you to have such great ability." The two of them found a hidden corner and whispered there.

Wu Yonglin teased and teased: "If you are willing to look back, it's not too late."

Shaoyao twisted the corner of her clothes and lowered her head. After a while, she mustered up the courage and asked, "Can I recognize you as my eldest brother?"

"Isn't it good to be my wife?"
Chapter completed!