"Pei Yanzhi is the "corner" of this theater. On the square-inch stage, I saw him with soft sleeves and graceful Kunqu accent. Amidst the applause of the crowd, he played the role of Li Xiangjun who dared to love and hate, and did not hesitate to stain peach blossoms with blood. " "However, the family and the country are broken, and the mountains and rivers are falling, who can be spared." "Soon, the flames of war continued here. The Japanese surrounded the county and came to the theater to ask for a separate performance for them to condolence to all the Japanese soldiers. They named Pei Yanzhi to appear on the stage. If they dared to refuse, they burned the entire theater and even the county. Everyone is doomed to die." "Pei Yanzhi smiled and didn't refuse. He turned around and sat down in front of the dressing table, and drew his eyebrows. It was night, and the small county was quiet, reflecting the bright lights in the theater. The Japanese were all sitting under the stage, drinking wine and eating. Meat, talking and laughing. The gongs and drums sounded, the curtain opened, and the good show began." "The song on the stage is that love does not know where it starts, and it goes deep. The ones sitting in the audience are wolves, tigers and leopards, and evil spirits are in charge. With the eagerness of the drums, the singing became more and more sad and angry, and the wolves in the audience seemed to be stunned. , at this very moment, "Li Xiangjun" on the stage shouted loudly and lit the fire!" "Until the enemy realized that the fire had already spread, they wanted to escape but found that the door had already been tightly blocked, and the entire theater building was doused with oil before they knew it." "The opera on the stage is still singing, and it is singing: "I have seen the jade palace in Jinling cry at dawn, and the flowers in the waterside pavilions in Qinhuai bloom early, who knows that the ice will disappear easily. Seeing him getting up from Zhulou, seeing him entertaining guests, seeing his building collapse. This pile of moss and green tiles, I once slept in a romantic sleep, and watched the rise and fall of fifty years..." "The building collapsed, but the play is not over yet." The story Jiang Feng tells is not long. But with Jiang Feng's voice slowly speaking, the audience in the entire live broadcast room has already joined the drama.
They seem to have seen the actor who is desperate and repays his family and country with his body. "Is this really a fictional story? Why does it feel like it's real?" "Yeah, just this story has already made my eyes blush." "It is precisely because of the sacrifices of these predecessors that we have peace and tranquility today." "Who said actors are ruthless? In front of their family and country, they are also willing to give and sacrifice themselves." "Tearful eyes, this is exactly the spirit of our ancestors. Even the most low-level actors at that time were willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of their homeland." The story of Jiang Feng directly caused the netizens in the live broadcast room to discuss it. They thought that Jiang Feng would tell a love story. Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng actually told a story about an actor who sacrificed his life for his country. This also had to make them lament that Jiang Feng's situation was huge. "It's really a tearful story, no, it's not even a story, it's 'history'." "It is a 'history' worth remembering." After hearing this story, Sister Zhou sighed slowly. I have to say that Sister Zhou's three views are quite positive. In this kind of family and country feelings, there is no slightest ridicule, but a very serious face. After all, isn't the current anchor the same as the former actor? It's just that it used to be performed in reality, but now it's performed on the Internet. Thinking differently, if she was in Pei Yanzhi's position, would she do that? She doesn't know, after all, the current society is already a peaceful society bought by the ancestors.
... Imperial Opera Academy. "Brother Feng has a big picture. I didn't expect to tell a story about our opera ancestors who sacrificed their lives for the country." "I'm looking forward to Brother Feng's old-fashioned opera songs more and more." Aaron clenched his fist and shouted excitedly. At this time, he changed Jiang Feng's address from "Jiang Feng" to "Brother Feng". Obviously, he already recognized Jiang Feng in his heart. "Keep your voice down, I'm sleeping." Brother Hu reminded from the side. "Okay, okay, Brother Tiger." Aaron also realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly apologized. However, his face was still filled with excitement and joy. … And just when everyone was still immersed in the story told by Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng played the guitar and spoke slowly. "A song "Chi Ling" with an ancient opera style, I give it to everyone." "When the play breaks, the water sleeves rise and fall." "Singing joys and sorrows, singing separation and reunion, it has nothing to do with me..." "The fans open and close, the gongs and drums sound and then remain silent." "Love in the play, outsider, who can tell?" As soon as Jiang Feng opened his mouth, he portrayed the image of an opera singer dancing his sleeves on the stage and singing with his mouth. To put it simply, everyone has this picture in their hearts. It was in an attic carved with powder and jade, and the audience was full of officials, including officials from the city and merchants who were pawns. There are also warlords sitting in the front row. But more, they are little devils in neat uniforms. They invaded this country, but they also want to defile the culture of this country. Watching the actors on the stage singing and dancing hard. They sat on the chairs and gently patted the hands that had killed countless innocent people. Although it was covered with gloves, it couldn't hide the stinking filth.
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