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Chapter 613

Peking opera is an indissoluble bond for Gan Jing.

I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going.

"Farewell My Concubine" is a classic, and "Mei Lanfang" is a remake in a certain sense. The former Gan Jing has the memory experience of the person involved, and the latter is the male protagonist. God, in Beijing opera, he is a serious disciple of the Tan family.

It is not modest to say that Gan Jing is the actor who can sing Peking Opera best in the film and television industry.

Now, he will be the most famous Peking Opera actor in the Peking Opera world.

Gan Jing raised his Peking Opera ability to a new stage, thinking in his heart whether this method of using force to break the situation would succeed.

How effective can a master of Peking Opera in today's era play?
Gan Jing didn't have much confidence and only gave himself three words.

Give it a try.

"Hey, big star, let me ask you something. I really like the song sung by a hip-hop singer, but after paying attention to his personal remarks, I found it a bit beyond imagination. Why is his character set like that? Is it to unify with hip-hop?"

A burst of mobile phone vibrations interrupted Gan Jing's thoughts. This was Chen Qian, the opera girl he met in Paris—as the only outsider on WeChat, Gan Jing sometimes felt that chatting with her was quite fresh, so he just keep it.

"Hip-hop singer? The term "personal design" seems to be used too much." Gan Jing saw a word and sent a WeChat message, "You are a little underestimating the word "personal design." The singer you like probably never came This level. Like our company's... Well, forget it, let's not talk about it."

Gan Jing originally wanted to use Zhou Dongyu's current image department in the company as an example, but felt that Chen Qian was an outsider after all, and it would not be good to talk about it if it spread.

"I know even if you don't tell me, there are only two of your Hundred Days Red..." Chen Qian made a dog-headed emoji, "Don't talk about other people, did you set it up?"

Gan Jing replied casually: "The character design is fan-oriented, and I am driven by acting skills. There are some, but I don't deliberately package it here."

"Excellent, actor."

"It's okay. Let me listen to an opera. I haven't heard much about it." Gan Jing suddenly became interested. Opera is quite popular in Western culture, and there are still a large number of Westerners who like to listen to it.

In other words, their system may be of reference to Peking Opera.

After a while, a voice was sent.

a minute and a half.

She sang a famous piece of "Nessun Dorma" that you may have heard even if you don't pay attention to opera. This is the most famous aria from the opera "Turandot".

Gan Jing listened to it twice, and did not compare it with Peking Opera by analogy. Instead, he felt that it had a synesthesia with some lines from his previous performance in "Untouchable".

"How is it? Big star, does it sound good?" Chen Qian probably left time to appreciate it, and sent a question after a while.

"It's interesting." Gan Jing replied truthfully.

"You are a bit loud. I have been learning opera since I was a child. This is a professional-level aria, but it can be performed on stage." Chen Qian was a little dissatisfied, "You are an amateur, Mr. Actor."

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Gan Jing turned it on and listened to it again, then turned on the light in the room, turned on his computer, and searched for Pavarotti's "Nessun Dorma".

He tried to sing a few lines, and compared the difference between Beijing opera singing and opera singing, but because he was not familiar with Italian, he could not sing very well.

Since Italian is not familiar, let's use English. Gan Jing changed the version.

"Nobody shall sleep! Nobody shall sleep!"

"Even you, o Princess, in your cold room..."

Singing loudly has always been something worthy of self-indulgence. This is regardless of Chinese and foreign, and the bel canto is popular, just like many people like to sing while taking a bath, even if the singing is out of tune.

After a little experimentation with half a song, Gan Jing found some feeling.

Most operas use chest resonance, while Beijing opera uses dantian luck and abdominal breathing, and the voice requirements are relatively high.

Gan Jing pondered for half an hour, and finally sent back a voice, which was his own singing method.

For a long time, there was no response to this WeChat message, and when Gan Jing was busy with his work and almost forgot about it, the phone suddenly vibrated continuously.

"You still say that there is no human design?! ​​You have to ask someone to record it to reply to an ordinary student! You still say that you are not human design!" Chen Qian's words seemed very angry.

Gan Jing was a little speechless now, he picked up the phone and immediately replied a sentence, recorded it now and posted it, and at the end, he sang in bel canto and added a long sentence, go to ~ you ~ grandpa.

Tsk, so this is the correct usage of the aria?Doubly powerful.

Gan Jing feels good about himself, and this combination of Chinese and Western touches is actually quite unique.

"It's really you? My God." Chen Qian was stunned. The voice sounded right, especially the Chinese swearing sounded more like her own... Although it was not elegant, it was undoubtedly her own.

"Actually, I am an opera singer. These singing methods have something in common to a certain level, but you have just stepped into the door of professional level, so you don't realize this." The road is long, little girl, don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, if life deceives you, then drink this bowl of chicken soup."

"..." Chen Qian only sent a series of ellipsis and nothing happened.

Gan Jing felt that this guy might have fallen into deep self-doubt, but doubt is the driving force to urge oneself to move forward. The road to opera is far away, so let her explore it slowly.

……

October [-]th, Tan Family Peking Opera Club.

The Peking Opera on this day was more lively than any other day in the past. A-Gump, the star of the film and television industry, would perform here—even though it was only a symbolic publicity two days in advance, the venue of the Peking Opera Club was still full of people.

Witnessing such a scene, Tan Shan, the eldest brother of the Tan family, was naturally full of emotion. The Peking Opera club's long-term efforts really failed to match the reputation of the younger brother alone.

This is a good thing for the Beijing Opera Club, but...

He shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his head, glanced at the third junior brother, and asked: "Today, the junior junior brother said that he has a few friends over, did anyone greet him?"

"Hey, just sat down over there, there are four people, not young."

Tan Shan nodded, inspected the obviously overcrowded Peking Opera Club, looked at the security around him, and thought about what his junior brother said about the previous Peking Opera Fund.

Traditional culture is a banner. Previously, the Peking Opera Foundation organized a wave of national tour activities, and the response was not bad. However, after this year, the enthusiasm of other provinces and cities is obviously not as good as last year, and it is somewhat difficult to sustain.

In fact, if you think about it, it’s just a name, and it’s hard to bring more benefits, so naturally it can’t drive you up and down. When you need it, you can publicize it, and when you don’t need it, you can put it aside.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

　Chen Xi changed her name to Chen Qian, and her previous name collided with the name of the boss.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)